‘Cherries of Lust’ by The Colibris
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Lyrics:

The room is filled with sultry jazz
We own something that nobody has
Scattered clothes all over the floor
From this fine pleasure we want more

When my hands lay along your thigh 
Your skin shivers and heaven sighs
The cherries of lust deep in your eyes
Got me dazed and mesmerized 

Amber yellow reverie
We are melting into a melody
As your glance gets lost in mine 
We are drifting out of time

I’m gettin’ drunk as our lips meet
Taste like Sauternes it’s so sweet
I’m cullin’ the roses off your cheeks
Their petals show what my heart seeks

Amber yellow reverie
We are melting into a melody
As your glance gets lost in mine 
We are drifting out of time

From far away the salty breeze
Carries our fate over the seas 
Yet this moment so divine
That we are drifting out of time

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Mix & master: Balázs Koncz "Lobo"

Cello: Júlia Szőgyényi
Special thanks to Lili Főző for the logo concept design, Csilla Molnár for band photography, István Beke "Bex" for the editing process, and Julien Pool for guitars and amplifiers.

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Cherries of Lust

“Same Old City" is a wistful indie-pop gem infused with soft-rock warmth and a touch of retro nostalgia. Over dreamy guitars and a laid-back groove, the song paints a vivid scene of two souls reconnecting in a familiar coffee shop years after almost letting love slip away. With bittersweet lyrics that balance regret and hope, the melody lingers like the taste of old memories—where time bends, laughter feels just as sweet, and second chances quietly unfold. Perfect for fans of storytelling, intimacy, or hazy romance.

[Verse 1]
Years slip by, they meet again
He almost walks past like back then
But this time, her smile catches his eye
And he stops instead of goodbye

[Chorus]
The air still smells like bitter coffee and regret
But her laugh’s just as sweet as the first time they met
Funny how time slips, but some things don’t change
In this same old coffee shop, same old city frame

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Now they’re talking like no time passed
He brings up the day he ran fast
She says, “I waited here for you”
He sighs, “I wish I’d known the truth.”

[Bridge]
She reaches out for his hand
And he holds on, no looking back

[Final Chorus]
The air still smells like bitter coffee and regret
But her laugh’s just as sweet as the first time they met
Funny how time slips, but some things don’t change
In this same old coffee shop, same old city frame

[End]


Same Old Place

Reassimilation (This Fractured Life)

Verse 1
The lights are harsh, the ground feels strange,
After years away, everything's changed.
The faces familiar, yet out of place,
I search for belonging, a trace of grace.

Verse 2
The skyline hums a forgotten song,
I feel like I never belonged for long.
But whispers remind me, the roots still remain,
Beneath the concrete, beneath the pain.

Chorus
Reassimilation, finding my way,
Through cracks in the pavement, night into day.
Carrying shadows, but learning to stand,
I’m piecing together this fractured life with broken hands.

Verse 3
And if I falter, if I fall,
The city will answer, it knows it all.
Through loss and fracture, I’ve come to know,
The only way back is to let it show.

Chorus (Repeat)
Reassimilation, finding my way,
Through cracks in the pavement, night into day.
Carrying shadows, but learning to stand,
I’m piecing together this fractured life with broken hands.


Reassimilation (This Fractured Life)

Man is head over heels in love, i.e. "Just One Love" and he's singing her praises. He's not really at the Eiffel Tower, but it's in the lyrics. You'll have to listen to learn more.

Just One Love

Man has loved woman from teen years, but never told her...dumb guy. She met someone else in the interim and the dude is a cad so now she's sad. Now the guy who loves her is back and wants to take her away to bright new days with rainbows, four leaf clovers, and sunny skies. Will it work out? You tell me...

Right Kind of Woman

In the hush after the storm, the forest begins to breathe again.
Northern Soul: November Air is a collection of songs about that stillness — when the air clears, the work is done, and mercy feels like wind through pine.
Written and produced in the cinematic folk-soul language of THOCE, these tracks blend acoustic guitar, felt piano, brass, nyckelharpa, and strings into warm, human stories of endurance and grace.
Each song is a reflection of quiet strength: the sound of light returning to cold air, of hearts mending in their own time.
No grandeur, no noise — just the pulse of the North rediscovering its soul.
Listen slowly.
Breathe.
November air is enough.

Ashes into Air

Always knew // that you // were trouble. 

Trouble

Coffee Shop (Reprise)

Fourteenth from the upcoming release: REDUX - The Acoustic Sessions

A song about waking up with one's friend. 

Original Redux version: https://soundcloud.com/benedict-francis/allwehad

All We Had (Acoustic)

'to have & to hold' is not a biography, a lecture, or a historical reconstruction. It is an imagined world — one you step into to feel your way around an idea rather than to learn it.

The album takes place loosely in early-20th-century Cambridge, at the moment when Western thought was beginning to strain under its own certainty. Science had proved astonishingly powerful at breaking reality into parts, explaining mechanisms, and producing results — yet at the same time it was encountering problems it could no longer fully contain. Probability was replacing certainty. Events mattered as much as objects. Meaning no longer sat still.

Out of this tension emerged process philosophy: the idea that reality is not made of finished things, but of ongoing happenings — that love, time, marriage, and even truth itself are not states you reach, but activities you keep participating in.

The album imagines this moment through a human lens. A mathematician trying to complete a system of logic. A thinker insisting that nothing important is ever truly finished. Proofs accumulating. Years passing. A marriage understood first as a statement, then slowly revealed as a practice. Love appearing not as romance in the foreground, but as something quietly unfolding elsewhere — happening whether it is attended to or not.

Rather than explaining these ideas directly, the songs allow you to inhabit them. You hear bells ring. You feel evenings close in. You sense the weight of unfinished work and the relief of letting something continue without control. The philosophy is not taught; it is lived.

This is a soft documentary in sound — an audio quantum leap into a world. Its purpose is not accuracy, quotation, or instruction, but immersion. By the time the album ends, you may not be able to define process philosophy in a sentence — but you may feel why it arose, what problem it was answering, and why it still matters.

To Have and To Hold is an exploration of commitment not as possession, but as attention.
Of marriage not as a conclusion, but as renewal.
Of understanding not as something you arrive at — but something that keeps happening.

If you listen closely, nothing here ever quite resolves.
But something continues.

Eighty Pages

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Today is a gift, that is why we call it present.

Same Old Place

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