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This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


Cigarettes at Midnight Top Version

Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow

I'm Your Bluesman, Baby" is a soulful, emotional declaration of devotion and identity through the lens of a traditional bluesman. The lyrics narrate a life shaped by hardship, heartache, and long, dusty roads, but all of it leads to one core message: unwavering love and loyalty. The singer offers his pain, his guitar, and his truth—promising to always be there, playing the blues that tell both his story and hers. Through each verse, he reveals his past, his loneliness, and ultimately his hope, anchored in the bond with the one he loves. It’s a slow-burning confession that blends grit with vulnerability, capturing the essence of what it means to be someone’s bluesman—not just a musician, but a companion through joy and sorrow.


I'm Your Bluesman, Baby (traditional)

My little Star

What It Takes

We sleepwalk into dreams that turn into nightmares as we wake

Deep Fake

It’s two in the morning, the sirens blare slow,
The avenue shivers in blue and red glow.
Your name comes in crackles like some AM band—
A prayer half-erased by a tremoring hand.

They said you grew feathers, or maybe just fled—
The house in Montclair with the books by the bed.
I still have your postcards, the margins all burned,
That poem you scratched where the page wouldn't turn.

Oh, the silver thread you pulled through the storm,
Tied to my finger to keep myself warm.
And Mary — yes, she’s here — she still waits by the door,
She's always right there and ready for more.

Do you still wear that coat — the one stitched with stars?
The collar all frayed from the backseat of cars.
It smelled like wet cedar and missed subway stops,
You’d vanish for months with your key to the shop.

I dreamt you last night in your Lutheran coat,
You said, “Don’t forgive me, just finish the note.”
And I did, though it bled through the back of the page—
The ink like a memory you couldn’t quite cage.

Oh, the silver thread you wove through your flight,
Lit up like tinsel and burned into night.
And Mary — she still sings in the kitchen at dawn,
But her voice, it has shadows where yours would belong.

Well, what can I tell you, my ghost from the floor?
You left in a hurry, but you haunt even more.
I saw your reflection in windows half-shut,
And the mail you addressed me still smells of burnt 

Oh, the silver thread, it frays where it ends,
But I still wear the knot where your silence extends.
And Mary — she forgives you, and where you have been,
And I… I remember you more than you mean.

Wicker Street

Crown of stars

How Often

Heard at the Club

One Last Clown

Text:
[Verse]
I was driving and she called me
I picked up and heard her cry
Told me how she's missing Mommy
So I turned around and drove all night

[Chorus]
'Cause she's on a dirt road
I had to get home
And give her a hug
Tell her
"I love you"
Yeah
I know it hurts
Though
But don't you worry
No
'Cause she's up above and lookin' out for you
Yeah
Your mother's now an angel
Mm-mm
Mm-mm

(solo)

[Verse 2]
There's a man who used to hold me
Had to let him go tonight
Said he didn't know what to do
I said
"Well
Buddy
Now you're lucky number two"

[Chorus]
'Cause she's on a dirt road
I had to get home
And give her a hug
Tell her
"I love you"
Yeah
I know it hurts
Though
But don't you worry
No
'Cause she's up above and lookin' out for you
Yeah
Your mother's now an angel
Mm-mm
Mm-mm

(solo)

[Bridge]
All that you could want
All that you could need
Well
Now she's up above and lookin' out for you
Your mother's now an angel

[Chorus]
'Cause she's on a dirt road
I had to get home
And give her a hug
Tell her
"I love you"
Yeah
I know it hurts
Though
But don't you worry
No
'Cause she's up above and lookin' out for you
Yeah
Your mother's now an angel

Your mother's now an angel

Text:
Verse 1:
I walk through signals fading slow,
In every light, a shadow grows.
The static hum inside my chest,
Keeps whispering what I confess.

Pre-Chorus:
I built a wall of sound and fear,
To keep the silence from drawing near.

Chorus:
I’m just echoes of myself,
Lost between the truth and someone else.
Can you hear me breaking down the shell?
I’m the voice I never meant to tell.

(solo)

Verse 2:
The mirrors lie but still they show,
The parts I killed to let love go.
Your name still burns beneath my skin,
A ghost that moves where I have been.

Pre-Chorus:
These wires hum like memories do,
I’m still electric when I think of you.

Chorus:
I’m just echoes of myself,
Lost between the truth and someone else.
Can you hear me breaking down the shell?
I’m the voice I never meant to tell.

Bridge:
There’s no sin in being broken,
No shame in what remains unspoken.
If I fall into the sound tonight,
Let me fade in flickering light.

(solo)

Final Chorus:
I’m just echoes of myself,
Calling from a quiet kind of hell.
But if you find me, ring the bell —
I’ll come home, invisible, but well.

Outro:
(Soft synth drones and vocal reverb fade)
“Echoes… of myself…”

Echoes of Myself

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

A Quiet Minute

Back to Her

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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.

Frieden und Gesundheit!
Martin 

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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.

Peace and health!
Martin

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