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Bad Girls (Bella Hex Bollywood Mashup)

Bumba Call  - Live Extract with Korg Esx-1

Bumba Call - Live Extract

Star Feeder - Live Extract with Korg Esx-1

Star Feeder - Live Extract

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

The second Round

This album by Captain Dreadbone describes a tragedy.

Across the rim of the galaxy, two brothers walk opposite sides of the law — one bound by duty, the other by desire.
Blood and Stardust follows their trail through five chapters: the hunt through the void, a near-fatal standoff, a return from the brink, the final duel beneath Io’s cold suns, and a quiet reckoning in a cell among the stars.


Lyrics

The lawman tracked the outlaw to a moon with no air,
An old freight yard rustin’ under solar glare.
No sound but static and his boots on steel,
A ghost on the wind, a pulse he could feel.

He’d chased this man from star to star,
Through nebula storms and the edge of war.
Now the trail ran cold where the shadows pooled,
One last stand—one last fool.

Iron in the dust, sparks in the wire,
One wrong breath and the world’s on fire.
He drew too slow, the light cut clean,
Red on silver, the end unseen.

A plasma bolt screamed across the floor,
Tore through the wall, left an open door.
He saw the outlaw grin through the smoke,
Said, “Should’ve stayed gone, friend—law’s a joke.”

He fired once, then twice again,
Echoes rang through the oxygen vents.
A flash, a twist—then silence deep,
And the stars outside didn’t miss a beat.

Iron in the dust, sparks in the wire,
One wrong breath and the world’s on fire.
He drew too slow, the light cut clean,
Red on silver, the end unseen.

He hit the ground, lungs full of ash,
Blood bloomed black in the helmet’s glass.
The outlaw’s boots walked out of frame,
Left his name burned in the data chain.

No sermons here, no badge to shine,
Just driftin’ lights and a flatline sign.
The lawman’s voice on the radio cried,
“Justice don’t breathe where the stars have died.”

Blood & Stardust

Iron in the Dust

We Rise in the Light VI

I know you’re tryin’ to forget me,
I can hear it in the way you speak.
You got her perfume on your jacket,
but it’s really me that you still seek.
You can trace her skin at midnight,
but the thought of me cuts through—
you’re touchin’ her like she’s me,
but you’re feelin’ somethin’ blue.

‘Cause I’m still there
every time the lights get low.
I’m the whisper in your breathing,
I’m the heat you can’t let go.
You can call her what you want to,
but the truth still pulls you through—
the sweetest thing you ever wanted
didn’t stay, and it ain’t her—
it’s you wantin’ what I was to you.

She can pour you wine in bedlight,
she can pull you in and smile,
but somewhere in the back of pleasure
you’re walkin’ in my shadow for a mile.
You can kiss her like salvation,
try to drown the thoughts of then—
but your mouth remembers my taste
long after your eyes pretend.

‘Cause I’m still there
every time the lights get low.
I’m the whisper in your breathing,
I’m the heat you can’t let go.
You can call her what you want to,
but the truth still pulls you through—
the sweetest thing you ever wanted
didn’t stay, and it ain’t her—
it’s you wantin’ what I was to you.

Some lovers leave proof, crime evidence,
some fade like chalk in rain.
Some doors close but keep a keyhole
where the memory looks in again.
You can change the sheets and lighting,
try out new lines, switch the scene—
but the tongue don’t lie in darkness,
and your heart still knows what I mean.

‘Cause I’m still there
every time the lights get low.
I’m the whisper in your breathing,
I’m the heat you can’t let go.
You can call her what you want to,
but the truth still pulls you through—
the sweetest thing you ever lost
still lives just out of view—
and it ain’t her you’re reaching for,
it’s the ghost of me in you.

What I Was to You

Mushroom Jazz Live in SF 10/2016

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What I Was to You

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