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Quantum me

A melancholic pop song following a narrator through post-relationship disorientation toward quiet recovery. Intimate, breathy verses contrast with fuller, punchy choruses; the text moves from sleepless rooms and folded confessions through reflective bridges to small, resolute steps into daylight, ending on a tender forward motion.

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[Lyrics]

[Title: Wandering Lights]

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Rooms that used to hold us now keep talking low,  
photographs like questions I refuse to show.  
I feel the fold of promises beneath my skin,  
thin arrangements of where we might have been.  
I practice easy smiles I don’t always mean,  
tuck my trembling words behind a steady scene.

[Pre-Chorus]
Scenes replay in slow motion, edges start to bend,  
every map we drew together finds another end.  
My voice a small lantern in a room that used to glow,  
I speak into the quiet and the quiet feels like home.

[Chorus]
I’m moving through the city of my head tonight,  
chasing little lights that promise something right.  
Lost in velvet silence where our promises unwind,  
I reach for shelter that I cannot find.  
You were weight that pulled me till I slipped away,  
a sudden empty center in the middle of the day.  
Every street remembers how we tried to stay,  
I am wandering, I am wandering, under a pale sky.

[Verse 2]
Late confessions folded in the corner of a drawer,  
traces of a language that we used before.  
You learned the quiet places written in my hands,  
then left them like a coastline no one understands.  
I walk outlines of the plans we left undone,  
count the half-made promises beneath the sun.

[Interlude]


[Verse 3]
I keep a second mirror for the things I hide,  
the one that holds the small defeats I swallow with my pride.  
Your silhouette remains like a photograph in rain,  
sharp and then dissolving into morning’s plain.  
I try to stitch a smile from threads you left behind,  
but stitches pull and show the hollow of the line.

[Bridge]
There’s quiet in the spaces where we used to speak,  
a tender trouble curling at my cheek.  
I press my palms to memory and learn to hold the weight,  
carry all the fragments, let them settle, let them wait.  
If I could draw a line between the then and now,  
I’d learn to stand with daylight and not only bow.

[Verse 4]
I gather little things that whisper your small name,  
pin them to the morning like a moth to tame.  
They flicker soft and then they scatter like a doubt,  
tiny combustions the wind will sort out.  
I walk the thin dividing line between regret and grace,  
practice shaping laughter until it fits my face.  
A new map folds inside the weight of both my hands,  
I take a careful step into light, I learn to stand.

[Chorus Reprise]
I’m moving through the city of my head tonight,  
chasing little lights that promise something right.  
Lost in velvet silence where our promises unwind,  
I reach for shelter that I cannot find.  
Every street remembers how we tried to stay,  
I am wandering, I am wandering, under a pale sky.

[Instrumental Break]


[Outro]

breath becomes a rhythm and the steady light will grow.  
I fold the night into a pocket and I go,  
walking forward with the small, true things I chose.

[Reprise Final]
Hushed line repeats, one last chord, then the room is still.

[Copyright]
Copyright © 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved.

Wandering Lights

Don't stand right there, you need a heart 
They only love you when you shine
But I fought for this light in the dark 
We don't fall, we don't cry
We fight to survive

I came from hunger, pain aesthetic Dreams are cinematic, nice and reddic
Talk slick, but my moves automatic Turn calm to chaos, born problematic
Every scar on my skin, that's scripture Every air that I took, painted pictures
Now, I glide like smoke in the mirror Voice cold, mind clearer
They whisper hate, I don't reply Silence louder than alibis
No disguise, no lie, that's how the real survive

We fight to survive
No fear in my eyes, fight to survive Bold truth, no disguise, fight to survive
Real ones never die, fight to survive Yeah, fight to survive, survive
Survive, survive, survive, survive, survive, survive

Pressure made a diamond spine
That's a move, that's a curve That's a move, cut fire
Fight to survive, day and night Fight to survive, that's my life

They want peace but they bring war, Tryna test what they can't look for
Words keep silence worse and more Respect, never stole it from the gutter to
The glow I got it, soul never broke
Just crack it, they act bold But they act it, they act it

I'm self-made, that's an end Look close, my scars don't fade
Each cut, look the moves I made, Now I stand where the weak ones prayed
Every step I take is paid

Fight to survive, no fold, no fill Fight to survive, I made it here
Fight to survive, I'll be sincere Fight to survive, make that clear
Left side say fight, right side say survive Whole crowd scream, fight to survive
Survive, survive, survive, survive, survive, survive

All I wanted was peace, but they made me a beast
Now I'm a peace-wise star, no leash, no cease
You can feel that heat when I speak, That's the sound of the street you need
Don't fight me, don't cry me Fight to survive

I've been down but never stayed I seen light inside the shade
They gon' talk, let em fade I move real, never play
Fight to survive, fight to survive, fight to survive
Survive, survive, survive, survive, survive, survive
Fight to survive

Fight to Survive

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Oh, hey... oh, hey now...

My daddy's daddy wore the same worn boots
Walked the same hard ground, pulled the same dead roots
And I'm walking in their footsteps, can't outrun the sun
I'm a son of a son of a son! 

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

My grandfather's anger lives inside my chest
His father's restless sorrow won't let me rest
We're passing down the burden like a loaded gun
I'm a son of a son of a son

Oh, hey, we all are!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all strike the match and call it our survival
Breaking curses with our own hands' arrival
Burn the inheritance, rewrite the Bible!

I found my father's letters in a rusted tin
Read his father's words about the shape he's in
Same pain, different age, under the same burnin' sun
We're all sons of a son of a son

Oh, hey, oh, hey now

We're drinking from the well that made our fathers sick
Loving with the fists they used to throw and kick
But somewhere in this bloodline, something's got to give
We can't just die the way our grandfathers lived

Oh, hey, we've got to live!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
We all light a fire, make it archetypal
For the ghosts and their damn denial
Wash me in the truth till I feel the tidal!

My brother's got the same broken promises I keep
My cousin's got the rage that won't let him sleep
We're scattered cross the country but we're cut from the same cloth
Tryin' to wash out the stain our grandfathers never got off

I met a man who said, "Boy, you look just like your kin"
I said, "I know, sir, that's the fight I'm in"
But I'm learning I can love where they could only run
I'm a son of a son of a son

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone tell the old men it's about survival
For the sake of our sons and our sons' rivals
We're breaking the cycle, call it generational revival!

We're stuck in a bloodline reprisal
Someone sing it loud, make it our arrival
For the hurt and the long denial
Lay me down in a field of hope and let the healing go viral

Gather close now, feel the weight
We're the ones who change the fate
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son
I'm a son of a son of a son

Son Of A Son

A WindTorn OneDareLand is a winter journey through a world where the blizzard never sleeps and every soul is tested by wonder, madness, and magic. Each track opens a doorway into a different corner of the frozen carnival—where hip-hop street kings stomp through candy-lit alleys, ancient warriors chant against the wind, blues-rock wanderers bend notes into the storm, opera sirens unleash dubstep avalanches, and glitch-born beasts stalk the shadows between snowdrifts.

Wrapped in ice, fire, rhythm, and myth, this album brings all corners of the OneDareLand realm together for a single storm-bound celebration. It is a mixture of dark whimsy, winter folklore, psychedelic dreamscapes, hip-hop swagger, gothic rap, metal-laced fury, soul-rock warmth, and carnival madness—each song a different world, all converging under the same roaring sky.

A soundtrack to the blizzard.
A carnival in the frost.
A celebration carved from myth and ice.
Welcome to the WindTorn.

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Enter Shadowland

🧀Bassline saboteur  Cheese-core insurgent
Forged in fog. Raised on malfunction.
I make techno for abandoned silos and haunted maintenance logs.
No genre. No gods. Just distortion and dairy.
📩 Bookings, remixes, or ritual collaborations: DMs open

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