SILENT

Here & Now

He walks slowly under the gray sky,
his hands in his pockets, another vice,
his tired eyes, his heart in the balance,
too many weights on his chest for a while now.

A job that keeps him in a cage,
a house that now seems like sand,
it slips away between his fingers,
and love... only nostalgia.


And so he gets lost behind a bottle,
in a sip that takes him away,
he seeks peace but finds an abyss,
another mistake, another half-awakening.
But he doesn't know, he doesn't know,
that the light is still there.


His shadow dances on the peeling wall,
with a toast to a broken dream,
he tells himself that everything is fine,
but the truth has a different flavor in the glass.

The promises he didn't keep,
the lost looks of those he disappointed,
the fear of saying "I need",
of asking for help, of breaking the dream.


And so he gets lost behind a bottle,
in a sip that takes him away,
he seeks peace but finds an abyss,
another mistake, another half-awakening.
But he doesn't know, he doesn't know,
that the light is still there.


And maybe a hand would be enough,
a voice to tell him: "you're not alone",
that pain doesn't melt at the bottom of a glass,
but is faced one step at a time, slowly.


The dawn arrives above his face,
a glimmer of light inside his hell,
maybe today he'll put that glass down...
maybe today... he'll start over again.

Behind a Bottle

"Frost" is a soul-drenched blues track that delves into the raw, fractured inner world of someone living with BPD or NPD. The song centers around a solitary, haunting moment: staring into a mirror and not recognizing the person staring back.

Through smoky guitar lines and aching vocals, "Frost" paints a picture of emotional isolation - not the absence of feeling, but the presence of too much, frozen just beneath the surface. The mirror becomes a silent witness to an identity blurred by self-doubt, mood swings, and the relentless fear of abandonment. What’s reflected isn’t clarity, but distortion - a version of the self dulled by pain and defended by emotional frost.

Lyrically, the song walks the tightrope between numbness and desperation, confusion and longing. It captures that familiar blues theme of being lost, but with a psychological depth that adds layers of vulnerability and internal conflict. The frost, in this context, is not just cold - it's protective, it’s punishment, and it’s the barrier between the self and a world too intense to bear.

"Frost" is a slow-burning confession, a frozen cry from behind the glass, where the blues becomes not just a genre, but a diagnosis.


FROST

[Verse]
I wake up terrifying myself again
The mirror cracks when I look at me, I feel ashamed
Feels like caked in chaos and feeling slight
The frost is melting in the night

[Verse 2]
Who am I fooling? There are a few, a list long time before
A list of shadows I can’t ignore
I’m a ghost of fire without the flame
I lost my voice but I’m calling your name

[Chorus]
Abandon me like the frost lets go
A breaking world in the afterglow
I danced in circles to feel the burn
But the cold just laughed at my return

[Verse 3]
A masterpiece stitched by trembling hands
Falling apart in shifting sands
Everything reeks of broken trust
Ashes remain where hope combusts

[Bridge]
The nothingness greets me with familiar eyes
Sympathy tastes like bitter lies
I keep this list with a sigh too deep
Each name a promise I couldn’t keep

[Chorus]
Abandon me like the frost lets go
A breaking world in the afterglow
I danced in circles to feel the burn

Abandon me like the frost lets go
A breaking world in the afterglow
I danced in circles to feel the burn
But the cold just laughed at my return

Songwriter and Lyrics: BONDLEZZ (Torsten Ulrich Galts)

FROST


I arrived, but far from what I dreamed,
The road I walked split at the seams.
I’m still, but thoughts keep drifting on—
Life and truth don’t get along.

The beauty I believed in fades,
We trade our hearts for darker games.
Betray the kids, betray the soul—
For power's fire and bitter gold.

But I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

We are too many, maybe too blind,
Fighting for what leaves us behind.
I wanna thrive outside the war,
In love, in peace, in something more.

Yeah, I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

Limited life, limited time—
But still I trust this path is mine.
The dream may change, the stars may fall,
I’ll rise again and take it all.

So I’m here anyway,
With my soul and what I say.
Every breath, a kind of grace—
In this strange and sacred place.
Love this life, curse it too—
But I’m still showing up for you.
I’m not done, I’m here to stay—
I’m here anyway.

Here Anyway

We Fly

The Ruby Album-Gospel Blues

Carried Through Crimson

A heartfelt tribute to Polish legend Stanisław Sojka, who left us in August 2025. This English reimagination of Tolerancja preserves the reflective spirit of his 2016 performances, arranged with piano, acoustic guitar, warm electric bass, brushed drums, light ride cymbal touches, subtle tambourine shimmer, and violin swells. The result is a folk-rock ballad with jazz-inflected harmonies and a tender, soulful atmosphere — honoring a timeless voice of empathy and humanity.

For those who speak Polish and know the original, I ask for grace in the poetic liberties I’ve taken with the English lyrics. Every effort has been made to remain faithful to Sojka’s message, even as the words have been reshaped to sing naturally in another tongue.

[LYRICS]

Why don’t we speak of wounds that ache, in plain?
To build up walls around the heart’s in vain.
A gentle word, a hand upon my skin,
At times that’s all I crave, all I seek within

For mercy’s sake,
Life’s not a thing to only take.
Life’s not to drift in endless wait,
To truly live, your soul must dedicate.

Your cares and mine, our fights, the world’s affairs,
As hairs upon the head are numbered, so our days
Let the faultless be the first to cast the stone,
For far from Paradise is where they stand alone.

For mercy’s sake,
Life’s not a thing to only take.
Life’s not to drift in endless wait,
To truly live, your soul must dedicate.

Tolerancja • English Tribute Reimagined (In Memory of Stanisław Sojka) • Tolerance

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Train to Nowhere

How about some psychedelic funk? A funky soul–rock–hip hop fusion song about distance, dreams, and the beauty of being small in an endless universe.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

“Everything’s far…when you’re small.”  

Tiny reflections, billions of tries,  
Each under passing skies.  
Whispers in the wind of time,  
Learning to reason, learning to rhyme.  
Patterns in dust that pretend they know…
Look close…it’s only a show.

We blink and start again,  
Every moment was now back then,  
If nothing’s real but what we feel…  
Then the dream’s the only deal.  

Everything’s far when you’re small,  
Maybe none of it is real at all.  
We’re the glitch that learned to dream,  
A thought adrift in the great machine.  
Yeah, everything’s far when you’re small.  

We’re patterns pretending to be,  
Chasing the thought that’s dreaming me.  
It’s all one living thought,  
Dreaming us here, or maybe not.  
A long lucid dream,  
Floating in an endless stream.

Maybe the code forgot its end,  
And the loop begins again.  
If it’s illusion, and I still belong,  
I’ll sing along with the cosmic song.  

Everything’s far when you’re small,  
You can’t see behind the wall.
When it’s higher than you’re tall.
Everything’s far when you’re small.  

I walk the line where the colors blur,  
Where time remembers who we were.  
Every mile is a new place found,  
Every star still circles ‘round
The road ends like a thought undone,  
I walk the walk, why would I run?

When you’re small… when you’re small…everything’s far…

Everything’s far when you’re small,  
We stumble, we crawl.  
Still we’re here after all…  
Everything’s far when you’re small.

Everything’s Far When You’re Small

Traveled rough to get ourselves here
Left our indifference behind
With your courage I escaped my fears
You learned to say what's on your mind
Now we make our loving memories
Living heart to heart
Glowing like an open fire
We came out from the dark

Yes, only you is all I need
Only you know where to go to get to me
Only you can set me free
Stop me living behind the lines of enemies
Waiting for someone to rescue me

We traveled rough to get ourselves here
Now laughter dries the tears we cried
Through the good times and the bad, my dear
We suffered for each other's crimes
I took the love you gave me closer to my heart
You took the songs I sang for you, alone in the dark

Only you is all I need
Only you know where to go to get to me
Only you can set me free
Stop me living, stop me living behind the lines of enemies

Oh, when I'm with you baby it's a beautiful life
Together this world feels like home
Walk beside me now until the end of time
Without you I feel so alone

Only you is all I need
Only you know where to go to get to me
Only you can set me free
Stop me living, yes, stop me living, now
Stop me living, behind the lines of enemies

Jack Savoretti - Only You (Live At Hammersmith Apollo)

THE GHIMIC è un progetto sonoro senza confini, dove ogni brano cambia pelle per dare voce al messaggio. Dal rap che graffia al blues che sanguina, passando per rock e trap, i nostri testi puntano dritti al cuore (e allo stomaco). Parliamo di ciò che gli altri ignorano, spingendo chi ascolta a farsi domande. Non ci interessa piacere a tutti, ma smuovere chi è sveglio. Se cerchi solo musica, cambia strada. Se cerchi verità e stile, benvenuto nei GHIMIC.

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