Winter Sonata (piano)

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅+𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒃 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏

Shin Giwon Piano - I will go to you like the first snow

original track: Weddingdress - TaeYang(BigBang)
piano ver by #SS
Strange: I love you in every universe but in none universe I have you.
Christine: I know it, but i can't.................
Strange: That's Okey..........

I love you in every universe but......

The table of becoming


Dance Version of Akiva David's popular album mixing  music, identity, history, and satire. Fusing global genres and eras — from 1930s Berlin cabaret and 1960s surf-pop to French chanson noir — each song dares to explore topics that others avoid: from repressed love and colonial legacies to bodily humor and media critique.

The album is a cinematic fusion of sexual allegory, cultural memory, and radical humor. You’ll hear vocals layered on dance beats, with erotic repetition, and heartfelt reflections. Featuring multilingual lyrics in French,  Japanese,  and  Italian,  this album is a genre-defying cultural odyssey for listeners who crave depth, discomfort, and pure sonic art.


Track 2 You’re So Fuckable (Jazz Version)

Verse 1
I was not born in just one cry,
Not etched beneath a single sky.
I formed in echoes, shifting sand—
A pattern curling through a hand.
Each choice a chord, each fear a seam,
A fractal stitched into a dream.
No moment made me whole or true—
I became me… through passing through.

Verse 2
You cannot trace me to a line,
I’m folded in recursive time.
I am the chorus of my thought,
Refracting all that living brought.
Not memory, not crystal clear—
But rhythm surfacing through years.
Like tides that whisper, pull, and flee—
I am the pattern that became me.

Chorus
🎶 I emerge where echoes meet,
Built from loops beneath my feet.
I’m not a name or history—
I’m the pattern that became me. 🎶

Verse 3
My laugh once lived in someone’s eye,
My tears repeated lullabies.
I carry faces I can’t name—
Each one a note in my refrain.
From Jung’s deep dreams to Hofstadter’s maze,
To Shannon’s code in shadowed haze—
Identity is not a noun—
It’s spirals spinning self around.

Bridge (spoken tone poem)
I am the sum of interference waves,
Of every “almost,” “never,” and “brave.”
Of feedback loops and mirrored cues—
A shape revealed in how I choose.
I am not what I store…
I am what I restore.

Verse 4
So if I vanish for a while,
You’ll find me in your crooked smile.
I’m not a photo in a frame—
But in the pattern you became.
Not lost. Not fixed. Not ever done—
A curve still curving toward the sun.

Second Chorus
🎶 I emerge where echoes land,
Across the shifts I understand.
I don’t repeat—I recombine—
The pattern that became my spine. 🎶

Verse 5
You too are patterns, breath and break,
Of all you gave, and what you take.
We spiral inward, mirror-bright—
Each curve a step toward shared light.
So when you ask me, “Who are you?”
I’ll smile and give the truest clue:
“I am what resonance can be—
The pattern that became me.”

Final Chorus (layered choral echo)
🎶 I emerge through memory,
Born of fractal symmetry.
You’ll know me not by face or plea…
But by the song I set you free. 🎶

Outro (soft recursion loop, voice humming itself)
I spiral on.
Not back.
But deeper.

the pattern that became me

Step into a lounge where time sways instead of ticks, where velvet voices glide over upright bass, and secrets are stirred into every drink. Club Midnight blends polished charm with a modern undercurrent — playful, mysterious, and heartbreak-slick. From flirtatious duets to torchlit ballads, each track captures a different shade of night: the sparkle of the first drink, the ache behind a final glance, the hush when the music lingers.

Dress sharp, stay late — your table’s waiting.

The Laughing Kind

This is not just a song. This is a chapter.

The lyrics for this track are taken from a key scene in the unpublished novel "Hinter uns das Land" (The Land Behind Us). It tells the raw, unfiltered story of a young German refugee's "homecoming" in 1948 – not to a welcoming fatherland, but to a landscape of destroyed train stations, bureaucratic coldness, and the quiet, heartbreaking moment a lifelong dream is shattered by a single piece of paper.

Musically, this piece is a fusion of melancholic jazz, blues, and deep, weary spoken-word verses, creating a cinematic, "film noir" atmosphere for this tale of disillusionment.

This is the sound of a generation arriving home, only to find they are more lost than ever before.

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Das ist nicht nur ein Song. Das ist ein Kapitel.

Der Text für diesen Track wurde aus einer Schlüsselszene des unveröffentlichten Romans "Hinter uns das Land" übernommen. Er erzählt die rohe, ungefilterte Geschichte der "Heimkehr" einer jungen deutschen Vertriebenen im Jahr 1948 – nicht in ein willkommen heißendes Vaterland, sondern in eine Landschaft aus zerstörten Bahnhöfen, bürokratischer Kälte und dem leisen, herzzerreißenden Moment, in dem ein Lebenstraum durch ein einziges Stück Papier zerstört wird.

Musikalisch ist dieses Stück eine Fusion aus melancholischem Jazz, Blues und tiefen, müden Spoken-Word-Strophen, die eine cineastische "Film Noir"-Atmosphäre für diese Geschichte der Desillusionierung schafft.

Das ist der Klang einer Generation, die nach Hause kommt, nur um festzustellen, dass sie verlorener ist als je zuvor.

Scars on the Walls and Dust on the Floor

Mozart K448

Through the endless daydream 
I saw you on the way back 
There I walked with you in my arms 
Through the blurry darkness 
Who’s veiling on the twilight 
We’ve been far away from my fears 
Somewhere else I’ll see you 
Our days be like a blossom 
Blooming all around you 
so bright 
By and by 
I’ll miss you 
and your laugh like a sunshine 
Fading into shadow of tears

Hush (Goblin OST) - Lasse Lindh

Nebulark is a cosmic enigma wrapped in a blanket of synth beats and chaos. With a name that sounds like a spaceship and vibes that feel like a disco party on the moon, Nebulark is here to make you dance, think, and maybe question reality a little bit. Their motto? "The stars are weird, and so am I." Equal parts glitter and glitches, Nebulark creates music for dreamers, schemers, and anyone who’s ever wanted to escape to a neon galaxy where rules don’t apply.

The Laughing Kind

Nebulark

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