The song reflects on a past love that ended in heartbreak. The narrator expresses feelings of loss and regret, describing love as a losing game. They remember the joy of the relationship but feel left behind and overwhelmed by sadness. The verses depict the emptiness and longing they experience, while the chorus highlights the contrast between the narrator's sorrow and their former partner's apparent happiness. Overall, the song captures the pain and disillusionment of losing at the game of love.

Love’s a Losing Game

The song "Common Love" reflects the struggles of growing up in poverty and finding strength through love and family. It describes a tough life with no money, cold nights, and constant hardship, but emphasizes how love acts as a shield and source of resilience. The narrator's parents, especially their mother's prayers and father's wisdom, provide emotional strength despite material lack. The chorus highlights how love among common people is powerful and unbreakable, even when life feels harsh. The song blends hip-hop beats and shoegaze elements to create a melancholic yet hopeful tone, reinforcing the message that love and unity are more valuable than wealth.



Common Love

The song "Empty Rooms" tells the story of a woman who has dedicated her life to her family. For years, she invested all her time and energy into her children and her partner, leaving little space for herself. But as the children grow up and move out, and her partner passes away, she suddenly finds herself alone in a quiet house. The emptiness and silence force her to confront this new reality and figure out how to move forward with her life without the familiar structures she once relied on.



Empty Rooms

"One More Night to Remember" is a slow-burning 1950s-inspired soul-blues ballad sung from the perspective of a woman who unexpectedly reunites with a former lover in a dimly lit, smoky jazz bar. As the evening unfolds, both are drawn back into the emotional gravity of their shared past. The song begins with the surprise encounter, capturing the unspoken tension and lingering feelings as they share drinks, glances, and eventually conversation.

Each verse deepens the emotional atmosphere, revealing the pain, regrets, and quiet longing that still live between them. They share intimate moments that blur the line between healing and relapsing into old desires. The chorus reflects a bittersweet acceptance that although their love may not have survived the years, its echoes still burn brightly for a single night.

The instrumental sections—featuring piano, upright bass, brushed drums, and smoky saxophone—enhance the song’s cinematic, melancholic mood, evoking the sensual loneliness of midnight hours. A poignant bridge shows the inevitability of parting, even as they pretend for one last time that their love could endure.

In the end, the narrator acknowledges that this fleeting night was both a comfort and a goodbye, wrapping their shared memories in a jazz-soaked dream that will linger long after the music fades. The song captures the vulnerability, nostalgia, and emotional rawness of seeing someone again who once meant everything—and still might.

Lyrics:
[intro – slow piano and muted trumpet, dim bar ambiance]

[verse 1]
I saw you walk in through that velvet haze,
Same old coat, same broken gaze.
A thousand nights since we let go,
But time don’t melt what the heart still knows.
I sipped my drink, tried not to stare,
But memories danced in that midnight air.

[instrumental 1 – soft piano riff with upright bass]

[verse 2]
You sat down slow, like a ghost from dreams,
With eyes still heavy from silent screams.
We talked in whispers, like lovers do,
Though the words were cracked and colored blue.
Your hand found mine, just like before,
And I didn't pull away no more.

[chorus]
One more night to remember,
One last chance to feel.
We kissed in the shadow of December,
Pretending the past could heal.
If only love could stay 'til morning light,
But some things burn just for the night.

[instrumental 2 – saxophone solo, slow and smoky]

[verse 3]
You lit my smoke, I lit your pain,
We wore our guilt like summer rain.
Each laugh was stitched with silent cries,
Each touch betrayed our alibis.
But oh, how sweet the bitter feels,
When lonely hearts spin broken wheels.

[verse 4]
The jukebox played our favorite tune,
A lullaby beneath the moon.
We danced so slow, like time stood still,
Each step a cure, each glance a thrill.
But in your smile I saw goodbye,
A truth too deep for one last cry.

[instrumental 3 – smoky jazz trio: brushed drums, double bass, soft piano glissando]

[chorus – softer]
One more night to remember,
A lie we chose to keep.
Wrapped in a song, a dying ember,
That sings us back to sleep.
I knew you’d go with the morning train,
But still, I’d do it all again.

[instrumental 4 – solo piano, trumpet highlights, soft brushed drums]

[bridge]
The moon watched cold from the window pane,
As we held each other through joy and shame.
We said goodbye with no regrets,
Just smoky lips and silhouettes.

[final chorus – slow and tender]
One more night to remember,
No promise, no goodbyes.
Just the sound of hearts in late September,
And the truth behind our lies.
I’ll see you in some future barlight glow—
Where old love lingers soft and low.

[outro – trumpet solo fading into soft piano chords, bar lights dim]


One More Night to Remember

The overall message of "Path of My Son" is a powerful testament to unconditional love, resilience, and generational connection.

It tells the story of a father’s unwavering devotion to his son—from the joy of birth through the trials of adolescence and adulthood. Despite emotional distance, personal struggles, and mistakes, the father’s love remains constant. The song explores how love endures through pain, how healing is possible, and how the bond between parent and child can reflect deeper truths across time.

Ultimately, it’s a celebration of growth, redemption, and the enduring light that love provides—no matter how dark the path may seem


[Intro – Spoken, deep synth bass]  
’99, the year you came alive,  
Out in the fields, under wide open skies.  
I held you in my arms, proud as I could be,  
Didn’t know the storms that waited for you and me.  

[Instrumental – atmospheric pads, slow build with electronic pulse]

[Verse 1 – mellow beat]  
Golden days in the countryside,  
Running free where the forest hides,  
Your laughter echoed through the trees,  
A simple world, the sweetest peace.  
But clouds rolled in, love turned thin,  
Mama and I, we broke within.  
You stood between the fall apart,  
Lost in the silence of your heart.  

[Chorus – soaring synths, emotional vocals]  
My son, my love has never gone,  
Even when the nights felt long.  
Through the fire, through the fight,  
You’ll always be my shining light.  
My son, wherever you may run,  
This love will always carry on.  

[Verse 2 – darker mood, electronic layers]  
You stumbled hard, we made mistakes,  
Searching for a truth to take.  
The world was cruel, it pulled you down,  
Still, my love was all around.  
I saw you chasing fleeting highs,  
A rebel soul with haunted eyes.  
But through the chaos, through the pain,  
I prayed you’d find your path again.  

[Bridge]  
Love doesn’t vanish when the storm arrives.  
It lingers in the bones, it burns in the blood.  
Even when you fell, I never let go.  
You are my son. You are my hope.  


[Chorus – stronger, layered vocals + synth harmonies]  
My son, my love has never gone,  
Even when the nights felt long.  
Through the fire, through the fight,  
You’ll always be my shining light.  
My son, wherever you may run,  
This love will always carry on.  

[Verse 3 – uplifting, hopeful tone with bright synths]  
Then love came knocking at your door,  
You found a heart worth living for.  
A wedding ring, a brighter dawn,  
Slowly the darkness was withdrawn.  
Step by step you claimed your ground,  
The life you lost, you slowly found.  
I’m proud of every move you take,  
My prayer is with you every day.  

[Verse 4 – reflective, atmospheric]  
I was born in sixty-six, a child of restless skies,  
You arrived in ninety-nine, with wonder in your eyes.  
Two mirrored years, yet worlds apart,  
A circle bound, a beating heart.  
Your path reflects the one I knew,  
A different time, but the same truth.  
Through shifting years, through all we’ve done,  
You are my mirror, you are my son.  

[Instrumental – layered synths rising, emotional build]

[Outro – Spoken + melodic mix, fading synths]  
I was so proud when you first cried,  
I’m still proud standing by your side.  
No matter where the road will bend,  
My love is with you till the end.  

[Final Instrumental – ethereal fade-out with electronic pulse + soft piano]

© 2025 by MOBest – Martin Oliver Beinersdorf

Path of my Son

An urgent, epic dance-anthe m that fuses trance euphoria with hip‑hop accusation to confront political inaction on climate change. The song moves between whispered prophecy, spoken-word indictment, rap‑like verses and soaring, hymnlike choruses. Lyrically it contrasts warm, polished promises with the cold reality of collapsing seas, burning skies and traded futures. Repeated refrains — “We cry for reason, they sell us time” — become both lament and call to action, pushing the track from intimate grief to stadium-scale mobilization. The closing plea demands resistance: do not let the market auction the seasons.

Lyrics — Pulse of the broken World

We were promised air, a softer sky, a future folded neat and dry.  
We were told to wait.

I watched the clocks rewrite their face, statements sold with velvet grace,  
Maps went warm, the edges bled; papers promised what they read.  
Hands that signed kept pockets deep, counting margins while coasts weep,  
They trade our seasons in their blinds, auction futures, auction minds.

How many summers must we give before the rivers learn to live?  
How many winters stacked like stone before the ice forgets its home?  
You hold the keys and leave them cold, write laws in gold, then watch them fold.

We cry for reason, they sell us time,  
We cry for seasons, they sell us lies.  
When the sky is burning while the money thrives,  
Who will stand when the silence cries?  
We cry for reason.

Sell us time, sell us time, sell us time.

Check the ledger: profit first, planet later in a paper hearse,  
Greenwashed banners, glossy smiles, futures priced in quarterly files.  
They meet in rooms with blinds pulled tight, measure dawn by fiscal light,  
Say "transition" in a softer tone, then water down the change they've sown.

Listen — rivers memorize the names of what we let go down.  
Listen — forests keep the outlines of each promise burned to ground.  
There is no auditor for wind; no balance sheet for what we’ve sinned.

We are told to wait, to trust the plan, to let the market heal the land.  
We hold our breath, we hold the scale; the hourglass slips grain by grain.

We cry for reason, they sell us time,  
We cry for seasons, they sell us lies.  
When the sky is burning while the money thrives,  
Who will stand when the silence cries?  
We cry — we run out of time.

Wake, wake, wake — break the chain.

Remember markets do not breathe, they cannot mend our streaming seas,  
Remember names the tides recall, the children who will chart the fall.  
This is not a scoreboard game; it's the weather writing our names.

We cry for reason, they sell us time,  
We cry for seasons, they sell us lies.  
When the sky is burning and the money thrives,  
Rise, stand, speak when the silence cries.  
Stand — do not sell your seasons.

We were promised air — we were promised air — we were promised air...  
We were told to wait.

© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Pulse of the broken World

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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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