I don’t need a church… maybe just a microphone.
This is more than music—it’s My Commission.
 It’s a soul-stirring ballad that pours out testimony through melody.
The track carries the weight of a prayer sung straight from the heart.
It's the story of a man who may not speak in tongues, raise the dead, or heal the sick-but has been given a voice to sing life into broken places. Every verse is a confession, every chorus a cry for healing, and every note a reminder that music can be a ministry all on its own.
This isn't just a love song-it's a mission.
Before the mission on earth is complete, My Commission declares that a microphone can become a pulpit, a song can become a lifeline, and a melody can save a soul.
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MY COMMISSION

The Mirror Cracks is a dystopian rock narrative that critiques the illusion of rebellion in a digitally controlled society. Through surreal imagery and ironic tone, the lyrics explore themes of algorithmic conformity, performative resistance, and the commodification of identity. The protagonist is trapped in a system that offers the appearance of freedom while reinforcing psychological and technological control. From ambient introspection to explosive choruses, the song builds toward a haunting realization: the wall of oppression is self-made, and the voice of rebellion has been absorbed into the machine.

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Lyrics:

"You asked for freedom. We gave you mirrors."  
"Now break them. If you dare."

You say you want a revolution  
But your hands are tagged and scanned  
Your voice is just a simulation  
In a system built by command  
You wear your thoughts like uniforms  
Pre-approved and sterilized  
You dream in corporate storms  
Where rebellion’s monetized

And the mirror cracks again  
But the cracks are all designed  
You’re free to choose the cage  
That fits your state of mind

Don’t tell me truth is just a wire  
Don’t sell me hope through broadcast fire  
You built your soul on borrowed code  
Now you’re not alone  
You’re just controlled

You say you hate the institution  
But you’re logged in every day  
You chant your revolution  
In a feed that fades away  
You want to burn the tower  
But you’re scared to lose the light  
You beg for sacred power  
In a world that bans the night

"Teacher, I forgot my name."  
"That’s not required anymore."

You say you want to change the system  
But your dreams are pre-approved  
You whisper in the algorithm  
Till your edges are removed  
You draw your lines in dust  
But the wind begins to scream  
You talk of love and trust  
Inside a sponsored dream

And the cracks become a door  
But it leads to mirrored halls  
You’ve seen this scene before  
It’s written on the walls

You say you want a revolution  
But your pulse is not your own  
You trade your voice for resolution  
In a house of glass and stone  
You want to break the chain  
But the chain is made of you  
You want to feel the pain  
But only if it’s true

Don’t tell me truth is just a wire  
Don’t sell me hope through broadcast fire  
You built your soul on borrowed code  
Now you’re not alone  
You’re just controlled

"The wall was never theirs… it was yours."  
"And now it sings to you."  
"I comply… I comply… I comply…"

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved

The Mirror Cracks

Born in the shadow of a shuttered coal mine in southern West Virginia, Smokestack Holler is a four-piece band that channels the grit, grief, and ghostlight of the Appalachian soul. The group is made up of two brothers—Jesse and Caleb McCrae—whose harmonies carry the dust of generations; their sister, Mae McCrae, whose voice cuts like wild honeysuckle through fog; and their lifelong friend Elijah “Lige” Booker, a fiddler and banjoist whose playing conjures spirits from the holler and fire from the strings.

Raised on gospel, grit, and the sound of trains that no longer run, the band blends Appalachian folk, swamp blues, and mythic storytelling into a sound that’s both haunted and defiant. 

Whether playing bowed banjo under moonlight or howling harmonies in a one-room church, Smokestack Holler is a living elegy for a place that never stopped singing—even when the mines went dark.


Lay My Name in the Southern Flame

Today Is The Day

Song Description
"When I Miss You. You're Not Here" is a melancholic and a haunting ballad about love that lingers beyond loss. A melodic journey through the hollow spaces left by love. It captures the silence after someone’s gone, where memory becomes both pain and comfort. A song for hearts that still beat for what once was, and for those finding healing through sound.  
The lyrics trace the ache of absence, the echo of memories, and the quiet persistence of longing. This song speaks directly to those who have lost someone dear, whether through parting, distance, or death. With its melancholic tone and poetic phrasing, it offers a kind of healing through recognition, reminding listeners that love’s pain and beauty are inseparable. The act of remembering becomes a silent form of survival.
Possible Uses:
Healing and reflection after breakup or loss.


When I Miss You. You're Not Here

Save Me

tini

A high-energy southern rock brawler about paying for last night’s sins under an unforgiving sunrise. Loud, fast, reckless, and perfect for live shows.

The Devil’s Mile

HELL AT SUNRISE

Snow hangs heavy in the air tonight,
and the streets feel older than before.
Footprints fading in the quiet light,
like I’ve been here a thousand times or more.

The city whispers through the cold,
like it remembers what I’ve lost…
and every breath becomes a story
carved in frost.

And I go
where the winter knows my name,
where the cold feels honest
and nothing stays the same.
Where silence holds me gently
even when it aches…
yeah, I go
where the winter never breaks.

There’s a calm I only feel alone,
when the night sits heavy on my chest.
A kind of peace I never learned
from all the noise the world calls „best“.

Maybe I’m made for empty streets,
for frozen skies and quiet pain…
and maybe winter understands me
more than I explain.

So I go
where the winter knows my name,
where the cold feels honest
and nothing stays the same.
Where silence knows my secrets
and still lets me stay…
yeah, I go
where the winter lights my way.

And every year I break a little,
every year I grow.
Winter keeps the pieces safe
in places only I can go.

So I go
where the winter knows my name,
where the cold forgives me
and melts into a flame.
Where I can breathe again
without a reason why…
yeah, I go
where the winter
teaches me to try.

Snow keeps falling…
and somehow
so do I.

Produced @ Radical Life Studios
Created by X-TAC Music

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Where the Winter Knows My Name

Sapore di te (Essence of you)

Text:
Verse 1
I say the words out loud — “Everything will be fine”,
though the scars beneath my skin still whisper other lines.
I smile and nod, pretend the sun will rise again,
while inside I bleed in silence, hiding all the pain.

But I have little eyes, two little lights that need their dawn,
so I walk this broken road — though every step inside is torn.
They trust the man who stands — even when his bones grow old,
so I hold onto every breath, though the world feels far too cold.

Pre-Chorus
‘Cause sometimes hope’s a whisper,
in the dark before the flame.
You pray the night will soften —
but you don’t know who you became.

Chorus
While I’m still standing — I fight for you, my child.
While I’m still standing — I carry the heavy miles.
Though the ground is shaking, though the storm may never end,
I promise you tomorrow — I’ll still try to stand.

(solo)

Verse 2
I lost a part of me along the way,
but kept the fragments, though they screamed and swayed.
I saw the walls close in, the future slip through gripped hands,
but your laughter pulled me back — like promise from a land.

You don’t know the ghosts I fight, you just know my hands hold you tight,
you don’t know the nights I cried — but you believe in morning light.
So I build with broken bricks, your world from my last breath,
because love’s the only fortress that can stand beyond death.

Pre-Chorus 2
I’ll whisper truth, not comfort,
you’ll see the scars, I won’t pretend.
But I’ll walk the line between hope and doubt —
so you’ll know what I defend.

Chorus
While I’m still standing — I fight for you, my child.
While I’m still standing — I carry the heavy miles.
Though the ground is shaking, though the storm may never end,
I promise you tomorrow — I’ll still try to stand.

Bridge (quiet)
Not every pain has a sunrise,
not every storm clears the sky.
But in your eyes I find a reason —
to breathe, to hold, to not comply.

(solo)

Final Chorus (full, emotional)
While I’m still standing — you are my truth, my light.
While I’m still standing — I chose to fight the night.
If hope is all I have left, I give you every part,
I may be broken — but you rebuild my heart.

While I’m Still Standing

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Lay My Name in the Southern Flame

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