Old track (2012) with minitaur and other companions

CD-01

Das Brummen des Minitaur

Don't Be Cruel Elvis Presley cover

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, and production
Fred Ebb: lyrics
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Geoff Pesche: mastering, Abbey Road Studios, London

LYRICS
Start spreading the news, you're leaving today,
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York,
Your vagabond shoes, they are longing to stray,
And step around the heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn't sleep,
And find your king of the hill, top of the heap,
Your small town blues, they're melting away,
I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it, in old New York

You always make it there, you make it anywhere,
It's up to you, New York, New York

In New York, New York

I wanna wake up in that city, that doesn't sleep,
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the list,
A number one, king of the hill

These little town blues, they have all melted away,
And I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it, 
Right there in old New York,
You better believe it, folks,
You always make it there, you make it anywhere,
Come on, come through, New York, New York

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, vocals, and production
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Geoff Pesche: mastering engineer, Abbey Road Studios, London

LYRICS
Chisel in hand, a fevered refrain,
Carving the silence, etching the pain.
Visions that whisper, that gnaw, that persist,
Faces contorted in iron-clad fists.

He sees them in daylight, he feels them at night,
The spirits of reason, the demons of sight.

The grimace of time, frozen in stone,
A laughter that lingers, a sorrow alone.
Echoes of madness, a sculptor’s belief,
Where beauty and torment entwine underneath.

Muscles drawn tight in a mocking display,
A riddle of flesh that refuses decay.
Was it a vision or was it disease?
An artist imprisoned by something unseen.

He fights with the faces, he sculpts to survive,
Each twisted expression—was it alive?

The grimace of time, frozen in stone,
A laughter that lingers, a sorrow alone.
Echoes of madness, a sculptor’s belief,
Where beauty and torment entwine underneath.

Marble and metal, they speak in his hands,
A language of anguish no soul understands.
Was it enlightenment, was it decay?
The truth in his figures still haunts us today.

So many faces, a mirror of fate,
Smiling, contorted, still whispering late.
The grimace of time, locked in a scream,
An artist who carved what he dared not dream.

FRANZ XAVIER MESSERSCHMIDT

LYRICS
The night leans in with child-like grace,
Curtains breathe in a ghost’s embrace.
A candle sighs against the glass,
Time forgets the hours that pass.

The morning will come tomorrow,
But we drift inside this sorrow.
Hearts like clocks that lost their hands,
Turning slow in dreamless lands.

The stars don’t blink, they only fade,
The bed is wide, the edges frayed.
I hear your name in whispered tones,
Calling through a field of phones.

The morning will come tomorrow,
And love might drown or softly follow.
Even silence has its song,
And I have waited all night long.

Hold the dusk a moment more,
Don’t let it slip beneath the door.
We are memories dressed in light,
Flickering just out of sight.

MORNING WILL COME TOMORROW

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Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF







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The Ranger

The Ranger [Wah-Wah Mix]

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Anaïs de Nerval: vocals, and backing vocals
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Geoff Pesche: mastering, Abbey Road Studios, London

LYRICS
Oh girl you're so mean
You say I'm a fool but you're wrong
You got it all together
I'm just a wreck of what I was born

Ooh ooh oh ooh-ooh oooh oo-ooh

So won't you please tell me what's going on?
Can you help me with my shattered mind?
You've got the love, got the love
I'm just a broken fool inside

Oh, girl, you're so mean (You're so mean)
Girl, girl, girl (You're so mean)
Ooh ooh oh ooh-oo-ooh (you're so mean)

YOU’RE SO MEAN

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Anaïs de Nerval: vocals, and backing vocals
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Geoff Pesche: mastering, Abbey Road Studios, London

LYRICS
What do you say when the heart aches
And night drags on so long? Oh, no
Whispers linger like fading echoes
But silence breaks with a gentle song

Oh, love's a bittersweet ride
Oh, we just can't hide

Every moment feels like a memory
Caught in the web of what used to be
Replaying laughter, the joy and the tears
In the echoes of love, we face our fears

Oh, through the storms, we will glide
Oh, in our hearts, hope will reside

In the shadows of longing, we find our way
Every heartbeat sings of the words left to say
And as the dawn breaks, we'll see the light
The colors of love painted in the night

Oh, through the trials, our souls will aspire
Oh, with each note, we rise higher

In the tapestry woven, our stories unite
Together we'll dance, through sorrow and light

LOVE’S A BITTERSWEET RIDE

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Tom Rogers, Atomix, LA: mastering

LYRICS
I gave you all of my love, now I want it back,
You left me here in the dark, fading into black.
I built you a kingdom, you tore down the walls,
Now I’m chasing the echoes in these empty halls.

Every word you said, still lingers in the air,
Like a ghost that haunts, though you’re never there.

Hey you, can I get my love back?
The pieces you stole, the heart you cracked.
Hey you, I’m done with this track,
Rewind the tape, give my love back.

I hear your voice like a siren, pulling me in,
A melody of heartbreak, a song of sin.
You took the best of me, left me torn apart,
But I’m stitching the seams of my shattered heart.

Every step I take feels like walking through fire,
But I’ll rise again, from the ashes of desire.

Hey you, can I get my love back?
The pieces you stole, the heart you cracked.
Hey you, I’m done with this track,
Rewind the tape, give my love back.

No more waiting, no more cries,
I’ve burned your name from my skies.
A phoenix rising, my soul alight,
I’m claiming back my love tonight.

Hey you, can I get my love back?
The pieces you stole, the heart you cracked.
Hey you, I’m done with this track,
Rewind the tape, and give my love back.

I gave you all of my love, now I’m taking it back,
The scars remain, but I’m back on track.
Hey you, watch as I fade to black,
This is my song—I’m not coming back.

LOVE BACK (Alternative)

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- American Songwriter

The Mortal Prophets is a boundary-pushing music project led by John Beckmann, blending elements of blues, avant-garde, electronic, and gothic influences. Known for their haunting, cinematic soundscapes, the group takes inspiration from a wide range of musical traditions, from Delta blues and early rock ‘n’ roll to experimental electronic and ambient music. Their music often evokes a hypnotic and dreamlike atmosphere, layering raw, emotional vocals over rich, textured instrumentals.

One of the defining features of The Mortal Prophets is their ability to reimagine and reinterpret classic American music traditions while infusing them with a dark, modern sensibility. Their album Dealey Plaza Blues is a striking example, weaving together eerie sonic landscapes and deep blues undertones to create an immersive, otherworldly experience. Beckmann’s artistic vision draws from historical and esoteric themes, often exploring concepts of mysticism, fate, and human struggle.

Beyond the music, The Mortal Prophets embodies a strong visual and narrative identity, incorporating surrealist and noir aesthetics into their album artwork, videos, and promotional materials. This multi-sensory approach enhances the enigmatic aura of the project, making it as much about atmosphere and storytelling as it is about sound.

Beckmann, who is also known for his work in design and visual arts, brings a deeply conceptual approach to the project, ensuring that each release is meticulously crafted and rich with meaning. The group’s ability to traverse different musical genres and influences while maintaining a distinctive identity has earned them a growing cult following among fans of experimental and alternative music.

With each new release, The Mortal Prophets continues to push artistic boundaries, offering listeners an evocative and immersive experience that blurs the lines between past and future, tradition and innovation.

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

Mortal Prophets

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