Name: In Silver Echoes by Pétur Söebech Quinn
Duration: 2 min 59 s
Description: In silver echoes of a starry tune, I wander lonely under waning light; The ghostly moon bears witness to my ruin, While whispered secrets mend the edges of night.

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OPEN HEART By Nova J

Maybe I spoke a little too sharp
Maybe my words left an ugly mark
Didn’t mean to cause you pain
Didn’t know it’d go that far

I try to live with an open heart
Try to be mindful and do my part
But sometimes I fall short, you see
And change begins with me
Oh change, begins with me.

Words can cut, or words can heal
They can crush, or help reveal
A simple phrase, a careless tone
Can tear apart—or build a home

I try to live with an open heart
Try to be mindful and do my part
But sometimes I fall short, you see
And change begins with me
Oh change, begins with me.

Through every fall, I’ll rise again
Can’t promise perfect—just genuine
I’ll face my flaws, I’ll own my mess
With open arms and tenderness

I try to live with an open heart
Try to be mindful and do my part
But sometimes I fall short, you see
And change begins with me
Oh change, begins with me.

I spoke too sharp, but now I know
Grace gives space for us to grow
So I will live with an open heart
And try—just try—to do my part

OPEN HEART

Mmm… yeah…

Cry for the land where the people sleep,

Blind are the ones that they trust to lead.

Truth gets buried, deep in the ground,
And wise old voices… don’t make a sound.

We cheer for the cruel, we clap for the strong,
Even when we know that it’s all wrong.
No love for the world, no tongues but our own,
We dance on a stage of skin and bone…

Ohhh, baby, don’t you see what’s gone?

Rights we had… now almost gone.

We trade our voice for a lullaby,
While freedom waves… goodbye.

Fat on the riches, lost in the dream,
But hunger still cries underneath the sheen.
Power takes, and we just give
Too tired to fight, too numb to live.

And the silence… oh, it screams,
As the flag fades from our dreams.

My sweet, sweet land… of liberty!
Why you cryin’… why you cryin’… for me?

Ohhh baby… land of the brave?
Now we’re sleepwalkin’ to the grave…

Tears fall down from sea to sea…
My country…
Cried for me.

Oh, Baby… Can’t You See?

#dark #lovesong #indie #altrock #songwriter #synth 
Always falling for the dark regardless how much you love the light. Sliding into dark raging waters of love.

you my raging river

"PSICOPOMPO" è una canzone che esplora il tema della memoria, del passato e della transitorietà dell'esistenza. Attraverso immagini poetiche e simboliche, l'artista descrive un viaggio interiore in cui un'entità misteriosa, il "psicopompo", guida l'ascoltatore attraverso un labirinto di ricordi e riflessioni. La metafora del fiume della memoria rappresenta il flusso inarrestabile del tempo, che porta con sé segreti e misteri, mentre il protagonista cerca di fare pace con il proprio passato e di trovare la propria strada. La canzone invita a riflettere sulla natura effimera della vita e sull'idea che, alla fine, ogni esperienza e ogni errore possano condurre a una nuova forma di esistenza, oltre il velo dell'oblio. Con un tono contemplativo e vivace, "PSICOPOMPO" ci spinge a considerare il nostro posto nel grande schema dell'universo e il significato delle nostre memorie.

PSICOPOMPO

In un sogno, o realtà, non so!
ho visto una forma che si dissolveva nel nulla.
come una goccia d'acqua che cade.
nel fiume della memoria

Un uomo con un viso indefinito mi ha mostrato la strada
che conduce al luogo dove le anime si incontrano

Oh, psicopompo che sarà di me?
oh,  psicopompo che sarà del passato?
Il fiume della memoria che scorre dentro di me
porta con sé i segreti scorsi e i misteri di quello che verrà. 

Una divinità gentile mi ha parlato di un tempo
dove il tempo non esisteva e la fine era solo un'amnesìa

In questo labirinto di specchi dove ogni riflesso è una menzogna
cerco di trovare la mia strada, lasciando indietro i sbagli e la vergogna. 

Oh, psicopompo che sarà di me??
oh, psicopompo che sarà del passato ? 
Il fiume della memoria che scorre dentro di me
porta con sé i segreti scorsi e tutto quello che sarà 

E quando il fiume della memoria si getterà nel mare dell'oblio
io sarò già altrove in un'altra forma, in un altro tempo un altro io
dove la memoria non esisterà più

Oh, psicopompo che sarà di me?
oh, psicopompo che sarà del passato?
Il fiume della memoria che scorre dentro di me
porta con sé i segreti scorsi e i misteri di quello che verrà.

Psicopompo

History deleted
Numbers withheld
Someone else is in your life
And you think I can’t tell
Lying awake
I hear your foot on the stair
Hear another voice
But then there’s nobody there
Tell me that I’m wrong 
That’s it’s all a delusion 
But when I found that credit card 
I draw just one conclusion 

And nine times out of ten 
I would believe you 
Nine times out of ten
I wouldn’t care 
Cos nine times out of ten 
I would forgive you 
And nine times out of ten 
You wouldn’t dare 

History repeated 
Favours withheld
Someone else is in your car
And you think I can’t tell
Making mistakes 
I hear you talk on the speaker 
See my face at the window 
And quickly delete her
Tell me that I’m jealous 
That I’ve misunderstood 
Think I won’t find your second phone 
In her Norwegian wood

And nine times out of ten 
I would believe you 
Nine times out of ten
I wouldn’t care 
Cos nine times out of ten 
I would forgive you 
And nine times out of ten 
You wouldn’t dare 

There’s no benefit in doubt 
You say you’re in
But then you’re out
Trust it melts like springtime snow 
And we’ve both both both both
Both got nowhere to go

History defeated 
Misgivings withheld
Showed me the proof
And I think I can tell
Lying beside you 
Say my name in your sleep 
So I pick up my phone 
Got a promise to keep 
A game for two
And I played too
Swiping right in the night 
And then I see you 

And nine times out of ten 
I would believe you 
Nine times out of ten
I wouldn’t care 
Cos nine times out of ten 
I would forgive you 
And nine times out of ten 
You wouldn’t dare 


Nine Times Out of Ten

"Burn It All Tonight" is a raw anthem for anyone who's ever been pushed too far and decided to set the past on fire. It's about letting go, tearing down everything that hurt you, and choosing freedom over fear — even if it means walking through the flames. Gritty, soulful, and unapologetically fierce, this song is a battle cry for every heart that's tired of holding back.

Burn It All Tonight
Verse 1
Neon bleeding down broken streets
Leather jacket, heartbreak on repeat
Got a bottle full of bad decisions
And a pocket full of dead-end visions
City hums like a loaded gun
Baby, this ain't a place to run
Only way out’s through the flame
So light it up — forget my name

Pre-Chorus
Tired of living halfway dead
Tired of lies still in my bed
Ooooh, ooooh, STRIKE! [Break]

Chorus
Burn it all tonight, no second guess
Light up the ruins, torch the rest
Burn it all tonight, tear down the sky
We ain’t here to live — we’re here to fly
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Verse 2
Ashes on my skin, smoke in my hair
Everything I loved is scattered in the air
You left your fingerprints in the dust
Now watch me set fire to your trust
Heart's a match, soul's a fuse
Let’s lose it all, got nothin' to lose

Pre-Chorus
Tired of living halfway dead
Tired of lies still in my bed
Ooooh, ooooh, IGNITE! [Break]

Chorus
Burn it all tonight, no second guess
Light up the ruins, torch the rest
Burn it all tonight, tear down the sky
We ain’t here to live — we’re here to fly
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Bridge
No apologies, no goodbye
Only sparks in the blackened sky
Let the ashes spell my name
One last kiss inside the flame

Final Chorus
Burn it all tonight, no second guess
Light up the ruins, torch the rest
Burn it all tonight, tear down the sky
We ain't here to crawl — we’re here to fly
Burn it all tonight
Mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh

Burn It All Tonight

Unbreakable Flame.mp3

je peux enfin exprimé mes textes, et créer ma musique , je suis mon prmier fan 

je suis pas le pape

Lyrics by stephanie présent alias Artemisocrate

Elle est Artemisocrate (remastered).mp3

In silver echoes of a starry tune, I wander lonely under waning light; The ghostly moon bears witness to my ruin, While whispered secrets mend the edges of night.

In Silver Echoes

I cannot trust myself, O Lord, Hold me up, I pray!

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

In Silver Echoes

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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