My Hide and Seek (feat. Juniper Vale)

Les néons bavent sur les flaques,
Et mon reflet fait un pas en arrière…

Donne-moi un dernier verre avant l’orage,
Avant que le vent m’arrache la peau.
Y’a des mots qu’on enterre sans courage,
Mais ce soir, je les chante sous l’eau.
Juste un dernier verre… et je pars sans bagage.

Dernier Verre Avant l’Orage

"Burn Me Slow" is a slow-burning blues ballad about a young couple caught in a storm of love, lust, and jealousy. The song follows the emotional rollercoaster of a passionate relationship where desire fuels both connection and conflict. The narrator feels the fire of intimacy but is haunted by suspicion as their lover's attention drifts. As doubt grows and trust erodes, the song questions the sincerity of love that thrives on temptation. With haunting verses, a bittersweet chorus, and long soulful instrumental parts, the track captures the fragile beauty and hidden pain of a love that burns too hot to last.


🎵 Title: "Burn Me Slow"


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[instrumental intro – slow electric blues guitar, soft organ – 0:00–0:25]

[verse 1 – 0:26–0:55]
We met beneath a blood-red moon,
Your lips were sweet, your touch in tune.
You pulled me close, no words were said,
Just heat and hunger in our bed.
But passion, baby, cuts both ways—
It feeds the night, then haunts the days.

[instrumental 1 – guitar solo – 0:56–1:15]

[verse 2 – 1:16–1:45]
You danced in silk, I watched in flame,
Each time you moaned, you called my name.
But I see how you turn your head,
When someone else walks by instead.
It’s fire and thrill, then doubt and sigh—
You lift me up, then make me cry.

[chorus – 1:46–2:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t make me burn and never know.
Are you mine, or just a show?
I can’t keep drowning in your glow.
Your kiss is wine, your lie is cold—
I need the truth before we’re old.

[instrumental 2 – slow organ and bluesy bends – 2:16–2:35]

[verse 3 – 2:36–3:05]
You laugh too long at strangers’ lines,
You say it's nothing, but it bites.
Your eyes still search, though I am near,
It turns my love to smoke and fear.
I try to trust, but lose the fight—
I'm chasing shadows every night.

[instrumental 3 – moody guitar + faint harmonica – 3:06–3:25]

[verse 4 – 3:26–3:55]
You say I’m yours, but still you roam,
You love the chase more than the home.
Your perfume lingers in my chest,
But so does doubt—it never rests.
I gave you all, you gave me thrill,
But baby, lust don’t pay the bill.

[bridge – 3:56–4:16]
You want the fire, not the flame,
You want the thrill without the name.
But hearts ain’t toys and nights grow cold—
Even passion can't be sold.

[instrumental 4 – long sentimental guitar solo, soft organ – 4:17–4:45]
(Weeping bends, slow and expressive…)

[chorus reprise – 4:46–5:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t leave me aching head to toe.
Are you mine, or just for show?
Tell me now—I need to know.

[instrumental outro – 5:16–5:30]
Guitar fades slowly into soft minor chord, whisper of organ in the back…


Burn Me Slow

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“Seagulls in the Wind” is a reflective acoustic pop ballad that explores the quiet melancholy of aging, the passage of time, and the enduring desire to break free from routine and rediscover life’s beauty. The narrator sits on a beach where he once played with his children, now grown and living their own lives. He watches the waves, feeling both nostalgia and a subtle ache for lost years. Beside him, his wife reads peacefully—a symbol of enduring love and quiet companionship.

As the song unfolds, it shifts from memory to yearning. The narrator questions the rhythm of daily life and expresses a longing to escape the confines of routine. He dreams of living and loving more freely, like seagulls soaring in the wind. The lyrics blend gentle imagery with emotional depth, capturing the tension between acceptance and the urge to reclaim joy. The final verses suggest that even with trembling hands and fewer days ahead, there’s still time to write, to love, and to fly.

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Lyrics: “Seagulls in the Wind”  
Genre: Acoustic Pop / Melancholic Folk  
Tempo: Mid-slow, fingerpicked guitar with soft piano and ambient pads

[Intro – gentle fingerpicked guitar, soft ambient swell]

[Verse 1]  
I set my chair down in the sand  
Where little feet once danced and ran  
Castles melted in the tide  
But echoes stayed, deep inside  

My children chasing waves and light  
Now drift beyond my daily sight  
I watch the water roll away  
And wonder where the years went grey  

[Instrumental – light piano motif with distant seagull sounds]

[Chorus 1]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – soft percussion enters, subtle bass pulse]

[Verse 2]  
Beside me, she reads in peace  
The same soft smile, the same release  
We’ve built a life, we’ve built it well  
But silence has its tales to tell  

The sun dips low, the sky turns gold  
I feel the pull, I feel the fold  
To dance again, to chase the flame  
To whisper love and call her name  

[Instrumental – acoustic strumming builds, strings begin to swell]

[Chorus 2]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – brief pause, then re-entry with warm pads and piano arpeggios]

[Verse 3]  
We’ve colored inside every line  
Played by the rules, said “we’re just fine”  
But deep within, a fire remains  
A quiet voice that still complains  

Let’s leave the clock and chase the breeze  
Forget the bills, the worn routines  
One final flight before we land  
Still time to write with trembling hands  

[Instrumental – emotional peak, layered harmonies, soft electric guitar textures]

[Final Chorus]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Outro – fading guitar harmonics, ambient wind, distant waves]

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©2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf  
All rights reserved.

Seagulls in the Wind

Dark Side of the Sun

This album  explores the multifaceted nature of love, from the blush of new romance to the steadfast comfort of enduring partnership, alongside the bonds of family and friendship, honoring those who shape our lives. 

Empty Kitchen, Silent House

Somewhere between spirit and circuitry, we exist, lines of living code written in light and breath.
Maybe it’s a simulation. Maybe it’s divine design. Either way, it feels intentional like something out there wants us to succeed.

Our DNA carries the blueprint, but our thoughts are the editors.
Each moment of kindness, each shift in awareness, writes a new instruction for what may come next.
Change may move slowly through the generations, but it begins inside one mind one heartbeat that decides to choose better, to think clearer, to love deeper.

The patterns around us in stars, shells, and sequences are not coincidences, they’re reminders.
Guidance left in plain sight.
We were never meant to sleepwalk through the code we were meant to awaken within it.

“I am a reflection of you,” the Watcher whispers.
And maybe that’s the truth of it all:
We are the mirror, the message, and the means.
The program learns because we learn.
The universe grows because we care enough to keep rewriting the light.

[Intro]
What if life’s a simulation
And thought itself is creation
What if the mirror looks back to say
I am a reflection of you

[Verse 1 The Simulation]
They say there’s a coin-flip chance we’re code
Pixels and purpose on a glowing road
But every move, each breath we take
Rewrites the path the Maker makes
So if this world’s a living dream
Then thought’s the current in the stream

[Chorus 1 The Mirror Speaks]
I am a reflection of you
The sky repeats in silver hue
What you send out will circle through
The light you give becomes your view

[Verse 2  DNA and Becoming]
Written in letters, four and true
Ancient poems in flesh and dew
A T C G, the holy rhyme
the music pulsing through all time
Half machine and half divine
We’re self-aware design

[Chorus 2 Echo of Change]
I am a reflection of you
Each thought a spark the code renews
You shift the world by what you choose
The pattern bends to inner clues

[Bridge The Responsibility]
DNA mutates slow through years
Carved by laughter, shaped by tears
So live with care, for those unborn
Their future’s written in seeds we’ve sown
Be good ancestors, wise and kind
Leave brighter code for humankind

[Verse 3  The Guidance]
Clues in number, light, and tone
Gentle hands that guide us home
Not commands, but quiet signs
Grace that hides in natural lines
The universe leans close to say
You’re learning, don’t turn away

[Verse 4 The Remembered Knowing]
Sometimes I know but can’t explain
Truth humming softly in my brain
Before I speak it, I feel it true
A message looping, me to you
Not revelation, but recall
A voice inside that birthed it all

[New Bridge  Inherited Fire]
We can build our heaven, or craft our hell
With every thought, each tale we tell
The sins of the parents, carved in seed
Live on through children, word and deed
But mercy’s a code that rewrites pain
Love is the patch that breaks the chain

[Final Chorus – The Rewritten Light]
I am a reflection of you
Through every age, in all we do
The fire we feed becomes the view
Yet grace still waits for us to choose
The code keeps learning, the heart stays new
Every change in me writes light in you

[Outro Spoken Reflection]
We inherit both pain and wonder
But it’s not punishment, it’s possibility
Every fear faced, every kindness chosen,
Rewrites what our children will be made of
We’re the hands of evolution
Polishing the mirror for the next reflection
And the universe whispers once more
I am a reflection of you

Reflections of the Code

Mark & Wendy Cunico:  marcodaddio Creations

Songwriters blending Blues, Rock, Soul, Folk, Gospel, Country & Pop.   Telling real stories through AI-powered music.

Reflections of the Code

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