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Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

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Bring All Your Love To Me

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Piper in the Distance

This dark pop ballad explores the raw, imperfect nature of love—not as romance or perfection, but as a quiet act of endurance. The lyrics trace the emotional terrain of forgiveness, patience, and vulnerability, revealing how love survives through silence, bruises, and the courage to stay. With whispered confessions and cinematic restraint, the song moves through intimate verses, fragile choruses, and a haunting instrumental section that breathes like memory. It’s a portrait of love as a slow, painful, and beautiful process of learning to breathe again.

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Learning to Breathe Again

A quiet, cinematic folk piece built around the question of what a poppy’s colour truly means. Gentle strings and acoustic tones carry a poem of memory, sacrifice, and the weight we still carry. A reflection on war, loss, and the colours we choose to hold. Lets not fight over the colour !!

THE COLOUR OF A POPPY

Elysium is a spiritual, cinematic folk ballad by Luminor, blending lush, intimate instrumentation — finger-picked guitar, banjo, cello, and upright bass — with a reflective and redemptive vocal style. The song explores themes of love, loss, and the enduring journey toward peace. Written in F♯ minor, the track builds through natural, organic textures, capturing the haunting beauty of life’s quiet yet powerful connections.

There’s a light that waits beyond the grief,
Where the air still hums with what we leave.
I’ve tried to name it, I’ve tried to stay,
But love won’t fade, it just changes shape.

Elysium — I hear your song,
Through the silence, I belong.
If the heart must break to find what’s true,
Then let it break — I’ll follow you.

In the dark, I saw your face,
A quiet fire the night can’t chase.
You said no truth is ever gone,
It just becomes what carries on.


All that I’ve lost, I give to the flame,
All that I’ve found, I whisper your name.
If heaven’s not above but through,
Then every breath is proof of you.

Elysium — where shadows fall,
I’ve seen the light behind it all.
If love survives the passing through,
Then I am home — because of you.

Elysium

"Behind the Mirror" is a haunting indie rock ballad that explores the ethereal torment of a spectral observer trapped in the liminal space behind a young woman's mirror. Witnessing her intimate morning rituals—from brushing tangled hair and adjusting her silhouette to desperate moments of solitary solace—the ghost yearns to shatter the glass barrier, whispering unheard pleas: "You're not alone." Through brooding verses and swelling choruses, the song captures voyeuristic intimacy, unspoken longing, and the quiet desperation of eternal isolation. Matt Berninger's baritone delivery evokes cinematic melancholy over piano arpeggios, reverb guitars, and ambient swells (70-80 BPM). A instrumental interlude provides emotional breathing room amid dynamic builds to full-band crescendos. Perfect for late-night introspection, this track blends supernatural yearning with raw human vulnerability.

## Full Lyrics

**[Intro]**  
Soft light spills across your room,  
I breathe inside the silver wound.  
The glass hums softly — hums your name,  
Each morning bends but feels the same.  
You never see what waits behind,  
The ghost that echoes every line.  

**[Verse 1]**  
I live behind your mirror, love,  
Where time dissolves, but never dies.  
I watch you smooth your tangled hair,  
The quiet storm inside your eyes.  
You press your lips — a silent prayer,  
(Ah — I can't reach you through the frame.)  
I know the sighs you never share,  
And all the hurts you never name.  

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
If I could whisper through this glass,  
You'd hear my voice beneath the cracks.  

**[Chorus]**  
You're not alone — you never were,  
(You never were — not once.)  
Your ghosts are softer than your scars.  
Don't let the silence write the end,  
You still have time, you still have stars.  

**[Verse 2]**  
You fix your dress, you check the seams,  
You chase perfection through the haze.  
The trembling glass distorts your face,  
But beauty hides in mirrored grays.  
You hold your breath, adjust again,  
(Ah — you're more than what they see.)  
I trace the lines your fingers make,  
This lonely world you make believe.  

**[Interlude]**  
[Muted piano heartbeat, reverb guitars, soft brass bloom.]  

**[Verse 3]**  
Your hand drifts lower, seeking warmth,  
That no one's given you in weeks.  
You close your eyes and disappear,  
The mirror fogs — it almost speaks.  
You breathe my name, but barely so,  
(Ah — I feel your quiet ache.)  
You chase a life you never owned,  
And I dissolve for your heart's sake.  

**[Pre-Chorus]**  
If I could call across the pane,  
I'd tell you not to hide the pain.  

**[Chorus Reprise]**  
You're not alone — you never were,  
(You never were — my love.)  
The darkness bends but doesn't last.  
Embrace the ache, the living blur,  
There's beauty in what has to pass.  

**[Bridge]**  
I am the one who cannot breathe,  
Condemned to watch, not intervene.  
The world reflects, then swallows whole,  
Your laughter fading into me.  
(Ah — don't fade away.)  
Your tears turn silver on the wall,  
The glass remembers every fall.  

**[Verse 4]**  
Each dawn repeats what night forgets,  
You face the light, I fade from view.  
I mouth the words you'll never hear,  
But still, they echo back to you.  
You lift your eyes — the moment breaks,  
(Ah — you turn and I remain.)  
You live your life, and I just wait,  
Still caught between your joy and pain.  

**[Outro]**  
I'd shout your name, but air won't break,  
Still I remain, behind the quake.  
You turn away — the glass resets,  
I live a life you might forget.  
(Ah — you might forget … but I won't.)  

**[Final Outro]**

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Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.



Behind the Mirror

Still Walking V2

Mother is a song about carrying love through distance and darkness. It was written with the feeling that even when life takes us far away, the bond with our mother remains alive, fragile, and unbroken.

Mother

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Musik ist für mich mehr als nur ein Hobby – sie ist ein wesentlicher Teil meines Lebens. Seit meiner Jugend begleiten mich die Klänge legendärer Bands wie den Beatles und AC/DC, und auch der Rock'n'Roll hat einen besonderen Platz in meinem Herzen. Die kraftvollen Rhythmen des Blues haben mich lange fasziniert, während in den 80er Jahren Bands wie die Eurythmics und U2 meine Favoriten waren. Heute genieße ich neben diesen Klassikern sowohl moderne Künstler wie Billie Eilish, Olivia Rodrigo, Katy Perry und Lana Del Rey als auch Rockbands wie Muse oder Greta Van Fleet. Besonders schätze ich die melancholische Musik von The National.

Mittlerweile nutze ich KI-Tools, um Musik nach meinem eigenen Geschmack zu kreieren. Ich verwende häufig ChatGPT und Copilot für die Texterstellung nach meinen aktuellen Gedanken daraus resultierenden Vorgaben für die KI und füge mit Music Lab oder Suno Musik und Stimmen hinzu.

Falls ihr eine Band habt, würde ich mich freuen, wenn ihr meine Stücke live performen oder mit echten Instrumenten und Stimmen aufnehmen möchtet. Lasst mich aber bitte auch das Ergebnis hören!

Musik bleibt für mich eine konstante Quelle der Freude, die mich selbst an schlechten Tagen aufheitert.

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Music is more than just a hobby for me – it is an essential part of my life. Since my youth, I have been accompanied by the sounds of legendary bands like The Beatles and AC/DC, and rock 'n' roll holds a special place in my heart. The powerful rhythms of the blues have fascinated me for a long time, while in the 80s, bands like The Eurythmics and U2 were my favorites. Today, I enjoy not only these classics but also modern artists like Billie Eilish, Olivia Rodrigo, Katy Perry, and Lana Del Rey, as well as rock bands like Muse or Greta Van Fleet. I particularly appreciate the melancholic music of The National.

Recently, I’ve been using AI tools to create music that reflects my own taste. I often use ChatGPT and Copilot for text creation to transform my current thoughts into music, and I add music and vocals with Music Lab or Suno.

If you have a band, I would be thrilled if you could perform my pieces live or record them with real instruments and voices. But please let me hear the result!

Music remains a constant source of joy for me, lifting my spirits even on bad days.

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