Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Revenants of the Lowground

Ghost on the Grid

Velvet Loop

Awestruck

Low fire, long breath.
Athanor hums in the chest.
Lampblack lungs, winter tongue,
watch the ash confess.

Solvet, softly,
Coagula blaze, but a patient kiln.
Soot to soap, guilt to lye,
let the cleansing in.

Soot marks the places my silence slept,
coal script under ribs where the frost was kept.
Old heat folded in iron skin,
a forge remembers where it’s been.
Salt is witness, smoke is vow,
mercury moves like a now within now.
I don’t beg the dark to go, I bid it melt,
stir the slag of what I felt.
Fuligo, fulcrum; pressure, poise,
quiet labor, fewer noise.
Not thunder, not spectacle, just breath and heat,
iron snow falling on the street.
Burn what you bore; smelt it to light,
fold and refold till temper is right.
Quench the blade in the truth you own:
if it cuts, it’s grown.

Through the sootfold I go, slow,
hands black, but the pulse aglow.
Little by little the soul will know:
even the dark can snow.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

I sift old names like cinders in a pan,
keep what warms, let go what never ran.
The bright melt hums where the chill once fed,
a whisper rising through what’s dead.
Alembic patience, drip by drip,
habit unthreads, old skin slips.
I unlearn the metal that loves my rust,
oil the hinge of a stubborn trust.
The sootfold taught me to hold the weight,
the dawngrain whispers: wait, just wait.
Heartfire flickers like straw in sun,
you don’t rush what must be done.
Not a sainted shine, not a spotless hymn,
just clean enough to begin again.

Lampblack to ink, ink to oath,
oath to breath, breath to growth.

Snow on the forge, and the hiss says stay,
every flake is a way to pray.
Not for a miracle, only a field,
where ash turns soil and the soil can yield.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

No crown, no stone, just knuckles and tone,
a steady metronome of bone on bone.
Burn what you bore, smelt it to light,
carry the small flame into night.
When the breath shows white and the road is thin,
open the door and walk back in.

Soot to soap.
Snow to hope.
Hand to heart.
Start.

sot and snow

1950's Soul Version

Same Disguise Next Year

[Verse 1]  
I woke up to the fridge humming your favorite song  
Your toothbrush still wet, but the water’s long gone  
Coffee went cold, I drank it black like my lungs  
Tasted like the “forevers” that slipped off your tongue  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every mirror’s a crime scene, lipstick on the frame  
Every shadow’s a witness whispering your name  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m slow-dancing with death in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Verse 2]  
Your voicemail still says “leave it at the beep”  
I call every hour just to hear you breathe  
The cat stopped eating, she waits by the door  
Paws on the glass like she’s begging for more  

[Verse 3]  
I wore your hoodie till the scent turned to dust  
Now it hangs in the closet like a criminal’s trust  
Neighbors stopped knocking, they know what they’d find  
A man made of echoes and cheap boxed wine  

[Pre-Chorus 2]  
I wrote “come home” on the fog of the glass  
Watched it vanish like every second chance  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep with the pills on the shelf!  
I’m crowd-surfing through hell in a room by myself!  
Catchy little hook for a heart that won’t heal-  
La-la-la-lie, this pain is so real!  
La-la-la-lie, I’m already gone!  
Play it on repeat till the feeling is numb!  

[Bridge 1]  
If heaven’s got Wi-Fi, send me a sign  
A thumbs-up emoji, anything fine  
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more tonight  
But the screen stays black and the stars lost their light  

[Bridge 2]  
I dug through the laundry, found your airplane ticket stub  
Destination: anywhere but here, anywhere but us  
The departure board blinks like a heart giving up  
Gate 23, final call, but I’m still in love  

[Breakdown]  
Tick… tick… tick…  
(That’s the clock counting heartbeats I’ll never get back)  

[Chorus]  
Sing me to sleep… (voice breaks)  
I’m dancing with death… (string bends sharp)  
Catchy little hook… (feedback howls)  
La-la-la-lie… (whisper)  
La-la-la-lie… (barely air)  

[Outro]  
 “Hey, it’s me… pick up… I miss you already.”  
[Beep… line dead.]

La-la-la-lie

This time

“Schatten” (Shadow) is an introspective song about the tension between inner darkness and the effort to reclaim light. The narrator notices external brightness but feels an internal deficit; a persistent shadow—symbolizing doubt, trauma, stagnation, or social pressure—follows and resists warmth. The song moves from recognition of that weight through a struggle to outrun and outshine it, toward a deliberate choice to hold onto light even when it burns. Pain and scars are reframed as sources of transformation: vulnerability becomes a kind of gold, anger is converted into purpose, and radiance is learned as an active discipline. The chorus offers a collective call to radiate so strongly that the shadow loses its hold, while later verses accept the shadow as part of the self but no longer its master. The closing affirms an inner sea of light that ultimately prevents the shadow from taking over.

Lyrics

Ich guck in die Sonne und seh das Licht,  
doch tief in mir sagt was: „Das reicht mir nicht.“  
Der Schatten bleibt, zieht Kreise im System,  
als würd er mich begleiten, wohin ich auch geh.  

Ich renn dem Licht nach, bis der Tag zerreißt,  
mein Kopf voll Sturm, der Rest vereist.  
Ich seh die Sonne, doch sie wärmt mich nicht –  
der Schatten bleibt mein Gegengewicht.  

Wir müssen strahlen, mehr strahlen, bis es schmerzt,  
bis der Schatten sieht, dass er nichts erreicht in unserm Herz.  
Denn Licht gewinnt, wenn du es teilst,  
der Schatten bleibt – nur, wenn du in ihm verweilst.  

Ich schreib mit schwarzer Tinte auf ’nem gold’nen Tag,  
mal Hoffnung, mal Zweifel – alles, was ich hab.  
Der Schatten flüstert leis, er klingt vertraut,  
erzählt von all dem, was man selten glaubt.  
Ich lauf im Kreis, verlauf mich in Gedanken,  
mein Spiegelbild trägt seinen Frust, bringt es ins wanken  
Doch tief im Herz, da glüht noch Glanz,  
und ich tanz im Staub des Untergangs.  

Ich lauf der Sonne nach, doch sie bleibt fern,  
greif nach dem Licht – verbrenne mir die Hand so gern.  
Ich muss strahlen, mehr strahlen als der Rest,  
denn Stillstand frisst mich wie mein ungeliebter Frust.  
Und der Schatten rennt mir hinterher, er zieht mich weg, mit Zwängen.  
mein Herz pumpt Feuer, doch mein Kopf bleibt gefangen.  

Ich fall, doch steh auf, weil ich weiß, wer ich bin,  
selbst wenn der Schatten mir sagt: „Du hast keinen Sinn.“  
Ich halt mich ans Licht, auch wenn alles verbrennt,  
bis keine Dunkelheit mehr meine Richtung lenkt.  

Ich seh den Schatten tanzen in mir drin,  
mal zieht er mich runter, mal gibt er Sinn.  
Er redet laut, doch ich hör ihn nun kaum,  
denn ich bau mein Licht zu ’nem neuen Raum.  
Ich trage Narben wie ein goldnes Kleid,  
aus Schmerz wird Glanz, aus Wut wird Zeit.  
Ich lern zu leuchten, auch wenn keiner’s checkt –  
mein Weg aus dem Dunkel, zu meinem eigenen Zweck.  

Wir müssen strahlen, mehr strahlen, bis es schmerzt,  
bis der Schatten sieht, dass er nichts erreicht in unserm Herz.  
Denn Licht gewinnt, wenn du es teilst,  
der Schatten bleibt – nur, wenn du in ihm verweilst.  

Ich gucke in die Sonne, seh das Licht,  
und der Schatten bleibt – doch er nimmt mich nicht.  
Denn tief in mir, da brennt das Lichtermeer,  
und ich strahl, bis in mir keiner Schatten mehr.

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

Schatten

WHO DO WE TRUST

Music and lyrics copyright 2025 by Mike Dampf; Dave Leadbitter bass/ Becky Sora vocals/ Mike Dampf guitar

Feed the Fat Man

Feed the Fat Man
he comes but once a year
Feed the Fat Man
he's bringing you Christmas cheer 

And you know
he don't complain 
about all the work we expect him to do
by the time that you get up
rub the sleep from your eyes on Christmas day

With a fa la la la la la la la hey

Feed the Fat Man
he's got to keep up his energy
Feed the Fat Man
to share the love with you and me

Feed the Fat Man

Writing songs and kitchen party playing with my many musical friends ... pretty much sums it up.