Still, We Move is a tender, reflective journey through memory, loss, resilience, and quiet hope. With delicate acoustic guitar and piano arrangements, the album blends introspective storytelling and emotional depth, capturing moments of solitude and strength. Influenced by the evocative tones of artists in the indie folk and alternative space, O.B.A.65 creates a soundscape that feels both timeless and deeply personal. From the wistful imagery of “Paper Lanterns” to the grounded warmth of “Driftwood Heart,” this album invites you to pause, reflect, and move forward—still.

_Dandelion Minutes_ (Remastered)

Floating

Text:
[Verse 1]
I hold the door, I bite my tongue,
I give them space, they load the gun.
Always smiling through the noise,
While liars raise their shallow voice.

They climb ahead with sharpened teeth,
I fade like breath beneath their feet.
I never pushed, I always gave —
And somehow ended last to save.

[Chorus]
Tell me why the cruel ones win,
Why the loudest take it in.
While I stay calm, and try to care,
They fly — and I’m just standing there.
Is kindness just a losing game?
Will no one ever say my name?
I was too nice, too soft, too true…
And the world ran right past you.

[Verse 2]
I saw their lies, I looked away,
I hoped the truth would have its day.
But silence isn't armor, friend —
It breaks before the bitter end.

They laugh and call it confidence,
But ego’s just their weak defense.
And me? I never played that part,
I kept the peace, and broke my heart.

[Chorus]
Tell me why the fake ones shine,
While I fall back every time.
I gave my soul, I gave my grace,
But they outran me in the race.
Is virtue just a fading light?
A whisper drowned out by the fight?
I was too nice, too soft, too true…
And the world forgot me too.

(Guitar-Solo)

[Bridge – spoken or gently sung]
Maybe one day they'll slow down,
Maybe then, they’ll turn around.
And see the quiet ones who stood,
Who lost — because they tried to be good.

[Final Chorus – hopeful twist]
But I'd rather sleep with peace inside,
Than wear a crown built on a lie.
If kindness is the price I pay,
Then I’ll be nice… anyway.
Too soft, too real, too misunderstood —
But I’d still choose to be good.

Too Nice

Vokal, Gitar: 
Ahmet Ali Arslan

Perdesiz Gitar:
Ozan Sarohan

Bendir:
Rana Uludağ

Ses:
Yankı Bıçakçı, Ertuğrul Güney, Ahmet Ali Arslan

Görüntü:
Oğulcan Ekiz

Müzik: Ahmet Ali Arslan & Ozan Sarohan & Uğur Deynekli
Söz: Ahmet Ali Arslan & Uğur Deynekli

Vidyosuna burdan buyrun:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sncksWFTtVM

Ahmet Ali Arslan - Yan Yana // KÜTÜR Sessions

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