Es geht um eine Griechin mit dem Namen...

Der Song ist für dich…

This is an alternative take on the original I released where it is more gentle and calm.  Predominantly the ballad highlights the lyrics.  It encompasses Alzheimers and Dementia, both of which have affected my family.  Photo from Unsplash by Linford Miles

Set free (Piano)

https://open.spotify.com/artist/1X7rTUU8BbTv03uOQbXlDx?si=TQKdfac3RLWwcAul9GBhpg

Contare gli asterischi 

Legati al filo della speranza
Inseguendo un flèbile ricordo  
Interpretando tutto con coerenza  
Combattendo un piccolo ma grande dramma  

Ma la giovinezza la mia cara e bella giovinezza  
Non c’è più, ormai è andata e mai ritornerà  
Dove tutto era facile e scontato  
Dove si annidava la spensieratezza di chi sta bene  

Ed eccomi qui  
A contare gli asterischi  
Districarmi dai valori  
Neanche fosse la collezione dei miei dischi  
Ed eccomi qui  
A contemplare i miei fiaschi  
Un palcoscenico ormai in disuso  
Senza spettatori ma solo vuoto assoluto  

E mentre il tempo segna il suo passo,  
accetto i segni, i nodi, i rimpianti,  
sapendo che ogni ferita e ogni errore  
sono parte di me, ormai compagni silenziosi.  

Ed eccomi qui  
A contare gli asterischi  
Districarmi dai valori  
Neanche fosse la collezione dei miei dischi  
Ed eccomi qui  
A contemplare i miei fiaschi  
Un palcoscenico ormai in disuso  
Senza spettatori ma solo vuoto assoluto. 

Così resto qui, tra luci spente e ricordi,  
a cercare un senso nel vuoto che avanza,  
con la speranza fragile di chi sa  
che anche il silenzio può raccontare una storia

Contare gli asterischi

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Still Missin’

[Verse]
Are you problematic
Sick and sadistic
Are you a hazard
To yourself or others
Are you erratic
Unfit to parent
Does your family
Want to hide you in the attic

[Chorus]
Or is it just me
Tell me
Is it just me
I don’t know what I want
But I know what I want
And it’s not what I want

[Verse 2]
Are you maniacal
And quite diabolical
Do you have
Any idea of time at all
Are you up all night
Down all day
Baby are you me
Are you okay

[Chorus]
Or is it just me
Tell me
Is it just me
I don’t know what I want
But I know what I want
And it’s not what I want

[Bridge]
I think you know that I don't think
About you or me
Or we could be
In love again
You're on your knees
And I just can't
You're scaring me
I feel so bad
But it's not me
That's in my head
That's in my bed

[Verse 3/Rap]
And you're walking away
Then you call me
We break up
Break my heart
I give up
You give up
Then you're wanting me back
Then we’re talking again
Then we kiss and I fuck up
And I don’t wanna mess up
Then we do it again
So you say that I'm problematic
Well
Look who's talkin'
Your voice echoes down the hallway
And you're always gawkin'
Well
Well
Well
It's the pot callin' the kettle black
Well
Well
Well
Do you really wanna go there? Do you wanna go there?

[Outro]
Oh
This is problematic
I just want a world where I'm the hero
How do I still love you
Babe
Do you still love me
Oh
I'm gonna be so great
And when I do
I hope you still love me
Problematic aye

Problematic

instrumental..hope you like🙏🏻🙇‍♂️🍉🔥🍉🔥

UDINE.mp3

Fighting The Silence [No Longer A Slave]

“WHISPEARL” is a slow-burning ambient jazz composition that weaves dreamy textures with lo-fi cinematic sensibilities. Built around reverb-soaked piano motifs, deep ambient pads, and delicate echoes, it evokes solitude, nostalgia, and deep introspection. 

Bitrate: 1536 kbps (Uncompressed)
Sample Rate: 48 kHz
Channels: Stereo
Bit Depth: 16-bit
Genre (Tür): Ambient / Lo-Fi Jazz / Cinematic / Neo-Classical
BPM: ~64 BPM

With its soft analog warmth and minimalist soundscape, the track drifts like a whisper under moonlight; ideal for late; night listening, deep focus, or silent reflections.

WHISPEARL

🎶 “Slapped Me with a Love Song”


[Verse 1]
You walked in like you owned the tune
Jukebox cryin’ some old monsoon
I laughed so hard I spilled my gin—
Romance? Please. I ain't fallin' in.

[Pre-Chorus]
You sang along like nothin’ broke
Like we were still some kind of joke
But baby, I remember it all—
Every damn rise, every sick fall

[Chorus]
You slapped me with a love song
Right in front of everyone
Smilin’ like you meant it,
While I tasted all we’d done
You played your part with perfect pitch
I played the fool, you played the switch
And every note you hit so strong—
Yeah, you slapped me with a love song

[Verse 2]
Bartender’s eyes said “not again”
Guess he’s seen this kind of sin
I lit a smoke, you took the stage
Sweet nothings backed by quiet rage

[Pre-Chorus]
Your voice still fits like Sunday clothes
But I know better than your prose
You can croon, you can charm,
But I still wear your false alarm

[Chorus]
You slapped me with a love song
Like nothin’ ever died
Your lyrics bled like roses
But your chords still lied
You turned the room into your stage
But I just felt the bitter wage
Of every kiss that came out wrong—
Yeah, you slapped me with a love song

[Bridge – slow burn, almost whispered]
Maybe the song was never ours
Maybe I was just the bars
In your melody of sin—
But I ain’t singin’ it again

[Outro – half-laughed, half-sung]
So sing your sweet deceitful tune
But next time, babe, bring a monsoon
‘Cause I’m too dry for your old charm—
And I don't break where you disarm.

Slapped Me with a Love Song

“He Lied in F Minor”
(slow soul confession — minimal, aching, unflinching)

[Verse 1 – DEINE Stimme]
That single note is hangin’
In the air between the lies
And for the first time, darlin’
I don’t even wanna cry
Your breathing has a rhythm
That was never meant for me
It's the sound of someone peaceful
Who was never truly free

[Pre-Chorus]
And the velvet feels like sandpaper
And your skin feels like a room
I just rented for an hour
To escape a bigger tomb

[Chorus]
He lied in F minor
But he never played the chord
Just a single, lonely promise
That my heart could not afford
Yeah, he lied in F minor
With a touch that felt so true
But the saddest note, my darling,
Was the one he left for you

[Verse 2]
The silence ain’t romantic—
It’s a spotlight on the cracks
I’m staring at your shoulder blades
Like I could take the truth back
You dream like you got nothin’
Buried under your regret
But I hear the tremble in your breath
Like a debt you still don't get

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Your hands were made for music
But they only played my skin
No harmony, no melody—
Just the ache of where you’ve been

[Chorus]
He lied in F minor
With a whisper sweet as sin
Played my body like a piano
But never let the song begin
Yeah, he lied in F minor
And I sang along, too proud
But the quiet note he left me
Was the only one allowed

[Bridge – stripped back, nearly a cappella]
There’s a difference between broken
And just never really whole
You weren’t a thief, my love—
Just someone without a soul

[Final Chorus – barely sung, more like spoken truth]
He lied in F minor
And it echoed through my chest
Like a hymn without a heaven
Or a vow without a rest
No crescendo, no closure
Just a dissonant goodbye
He lied in F minor—
And I still don’t know why.

[Outro – one last broken F note on the piano, let it ring]

He Lied in F Minor

Caravane des Rêves (Remastered).mp3

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He Lied in F Minor

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