We are at the crossroads
that will test our hearts

War, famine, and pestilence
shake us apart

People’s love will grow so cold,
Forgetting the way to light,

Broad is the path to destruction
Narrow, the way to life

[chorus]
Jesus is Lord, Jesus saves
Hosanna! 
To him, all glory and praise

We can all be like God
Is the serpent's lie

While we worship the work of our hands
In arrogance and pride

They tell us peace and safety,
Then destruction strikes

Broad is the path to destruction
Narrow, the way to life

Crossroads

In the low light
On a long night
There's a new sound
Shaking the ground

(Pre-Chorus)
A shared look
The old rules shook
We're all in sync
On the brink

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Verse 2)
It's a strong pull
The room is full
Of a wild force
On a new course

(Pre-Chorus)
A shared look
The old rules shook
We're all in sync
On the brink

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Bridge)
We won't turn back
On this new track
This is the change
To rearrange

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Outro)
Something's coming
Something's here
Something's coming
The feeling's clear

In the low light III

Diamonds Are Forever

A dreamy blend of smooth beats and airy melodies, drifting between chill grooves and cosmic atmospheres. Perfect for late nights, beach sunsets, or losing yourself in thought

Echos [Expand Your Soul]

"Flicker in the Fog"  
This introspective ballad traces the emotional journey from grief to quiet resilience. The narrator reflects on a lost connection, surrounded by fog both literal and metaphorical. Early verses dwell in solitude and memory, with imagery of faded letters and silent rooms. As the song progresses, subtle hope emerges—through shifting skies, warm coffee, and small gestures of healing. The final chorus embraces uncertainty with strength, suggesting that while the pain remains, the path forward is no longer obscured. It’s a meditation on love, loss, and the slow return to self.

© 2025 Text & Concept by MOBest  - Martin Oliver Beinersdorf 
All rights reserved.

Lyrics:

[Intro – Piano Only]  
Soft light spills across the floor  
The night forgets what it came for  

---

[Verse 1]  
Streetlights blink like tired eyes  
I trace your name in window grime  
The silence wraps around my chest  
A borrowed weight I can't divest  

---

[Verse 2]  
Your letter sleeps inside a drawer  
The ink has faded, nothing more  
But every line still breathes your name  
A quiet ache I can't reclaim  

---

[Instrumental – Before Pre-Chorus]  
[Low-register piano pulses, ambient pads swell gently. A distant guitar harmonic flickers in and out. The rhythm is slow, almost hesitant—like a breath held too long.]

---

[Pre-Chorus]  
I still hear you in the static  
Not your voice—just how it felt  

---

[Chorus]  
You were the flicker in the fog  
A warmth I couldn’t hold for long  
Now I walk through quiet rooms  
Learning how to be alone  

---

[Instrumental – After Chorus]  
[Solo piano with ambient textures, slow descending motif in minor key.]

---

[Verse 3]  
The sky begins to shift its shade  
A softer blue behind the grey  
I breathe without expecting pain  
And find some peace in yesterday  

---

[Verse 4]  
The coffee warms my shaking hands  
I smile at strangers when I can  
The world still spins, a little slow  
But I’m not lost—I’m just below  

---

[Pre-Chorus – Reprise]  
I still feel you in the stillness  
Not your touch—just what it meant  

---

[Chorus – Reprise]  
You were the flicker in the fog  
A song I couldn’t sing too long  
Now I hum the parts I know  
Learning how to let you go  

---

[Instrumental – After Chorus Reprise]  
[Piano arpeggios with soft strings, subtle guitar swells, hint of rhythmic pulse.]

---

[Bridge]  
And if the morning ever asks  
I’ll say I loved you in the cracks  
Where light got in and time stood still  
Where loss became a kind of will  

---

[Instrumental – After Bridge]  
[Full string section rises, piano builds in warmth, ambient pads shimmer.]

---

[Final Chorus]  
You were the flicker in the fog  
But now I see beyond the smog  
I walk toward something undefined  
Not quite healed—but not confined  

---

[Outro – Piano Only]  
One final chord, held in air  
A single note that doesn’t care  
If you return or fade away  
I’ll find my rhythm anyway  

---

Flicker in the Fog

Sin wears my perfume,

Verse 1
There’s lipstick left on your alibi,
Sweet lies dripping like a lullaby.
You say confession, but your hands still shake,
Baby, heaven don’t forgive mistakes.

Pre-Chorus
I walk away, but I linger in the room,
Every sin you love still wears my perfume.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Verse 2
Ash in the glass where the whiskey burned,
You preach salvation, but you never learn.
You kneel for mercy, but you can’t disguise,
That you want the devil when you see my eyes.

Pre-Chorus
I haunt your sheets, I haunt your truth,
Every sin you hide still smells like proof.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Bridge
I don’t fade, I don’t wash away,
I stay on your soul like the price you pay.
Call it lust, call it doom,
Either way, it smells like my perfume.

Final Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, your halo’s gone,
You beg for heaven, but you beg me wrong.
Every prayer you make just blooms too soon,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Outro (smoky whisper)
Sin… wears my perfume.

Sin Wears My Perfume

Trapparappa & Baboo band, Magilla voice guitars and computer sampling programming

Quarter in the Juke (Moody Edition)

Astrality.Tailor - Inside Out

Sunday Afternoon

Trapparappa joke crew, MBStudio and Magilla computer programming 

Il Valzer del Lattaio

You're Gonna Miss Me

Music and keyboards, computer graphic&programming
and some noise...  work on Ableton LIVE, Synapse DUNE and Lennar Digital Sylenth and more Q 
"Music Held in Old Frames,
For Ears That Tame Wild Beats.
60 Years, 3x20 Brains –
Crafting Sound Since ’86."


Collab:  
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laquerciaJR. 
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Trapparappa

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