Lyrics: 
when I sleep  
nothing fades
all the lights
shine away

every heart beats for you
every part was meant for you 
and I can’t breath

oh aint it a mystery   
every thing was here before

oh aint it a mystery
every thing was here before

when I hide
amongst the evergreens
oh how I high 
I climb

amongst the trees
all is told to me
nothing’s free
except the breeze

oh aint it a mystery
every thing was here before

oh aint it a mystery
it was always here before

each time I wake
I see the same mistakes
purple walls 
Keep closing in
another day
another soul to find
I broke my mirror
it brought me peace now I can breath 

oh aint it a mystery
it was always here before

Mystery

Are We There Yet

File Updated 01/05/25 @ 11:45AM GMT ~ Day mode in. Vox redelivered and acoustic guitar one full run added

A  song acknowledging one of the first massacre's in the formation of Isreal and the beginning of the destruction of Palestine as an entity. I get frustrated when people switch off from the whole situation justifying that in their heads because of what happened on October 7th. That was obviously terrible but it's the 77 years that need to be addressed to fix it and Israeli culture seems to have a very ingrained poison of denial to themselves what is happening and that in turn gives them a clean conscious very unusually as they ethnically cleanse the Palestinian population. This has been the case right since the forced creation of their state in 1948 it seems and October 7th is the latest big reason to continue that pressure of removing non Jewish people from the area. We all need to be candles for this or nothing is going to change. Only when we are all saying it can this giant bubble within Isreali society and in turn what the extreme powers that be do with that ignorance be burst...  Isreal is the only society that can change this but the will for them to do that may have to be forced upon them by people power because it involves actually changing their psycology and how they see other humans. They project this charade of being a moral compass when the complete opposite is true in the real world...

The example at the heart of this song is Tantura. One of the worst massacres which the Palestinians suffered however despite clear evidence it's complete denial from inside Isreal and all paper trails are very obviously covered up. The Palestinians call these moments Al Nakba (The Catastrophe)... Within Isreali society they do not even acknowledge there was a Nakba at all and it appears to be tabboo to even talk about it. Again the ingrained denial of their own past and the real truth of what happened when they forced the formation of the state. So with this context it's not ok to switch off becuase you hear terrorist/hamas/oct 7th.... The Palestinians have been terrorised by Isreal since day 0... However the Isreali's don't like to talk about those facts....

Massacre for Zion

SPOILED by NOVA J

How did we become so spoiled?!

How did we become so spoiled?!

How did we become so spoiled?!

Sunday brunch at Sugar Pea
Glaring at me. You sip your tea.
Moaning ‘bout your Maui Jims 
“You want a pair just like his,” you grin.

Cold brew drip.
Attitude: flip.
Tone so sharp,
It cuts like a whip.

How did we become so spoiled?!

How did we become so spoiled?!
(Spoiled rotten, spoiled rotten, spoiled rotten)
Love was pure — now it’s soiled.
(Spoiled rotten)
Used to sweat and used to toil…
(Spoiled rotten)
Now look at us — so spoiled.
(Spoiled rotten)

Booked a suite at Mandarin
Thirty minutes from our flat again.
“Need a change,” you said with flair 
Then moaned, “There’s no bidet in there!”

Bubbles burst.
Bubbles pour.
We treat life
Like a corner store.

How did we become so spoiled?!

How did we become so spoiled?!
(Spoiled rotten, spoiled rotten, spoiled rotten)
Used to climb and used to build 
(Spoiled rotten)
Now we whine when wine is chilled.
(Spoiled rotten)
Tell me how we got this spoiled?!
(Spoiled rotten)

Ooooh la la laaaa
You throw fits, I match your sass
Ooooh la la laaaa
Yeah, we’re bougie — bold and brash
Ooooh la la laaaaaaaa
Laaaa la la

How did we become so spoiled?!

I said some things I can’t unsay
You slammed the door and walked away
I sat alone with guilt and dread
Thought I’d lost my love — it’s dead.

Then you came back — I saw you smile
We kissed and hugged and stayed a while
It’s messy love. It’s richly oiled.
And that’s why we became so spoiled.

How did we become so spoiled?!

How did we become so spoiled?!

Spoiled

A song in the style of a gaelic folk song, although from an idea from hearing a Georgian folk song. The original lyrics were quite sparse and left a lot unsaid. I tried to write in a similar style, but felt it needed  a little more of the story. This was added from the perspective of the traveller. But left with some of the story untold as in the original

An Offer Of Help

“La Casa del Silencio” es una canción profunda y crítica que aborda el abuso infantil encubierto por figuras religiosas, la omisión de quienes debían proteger, y las secuelas físicas, emocionales y espirituales que dejan estas tragedias. La letra denuncia el silencio cómplice y llama a despertar la conciencia. No es solo una canción: es un reclamo de justicia y humanidad. Esta es una historia real, sucedió en Massachusetts y tristemente sigue sucediendo y muchos lugares del mundo. 

La Casa del Silencio

A haunting exploration of memory, loss, and the eternal echo of love that transcends time. This atmospheric piece weaves together delicate piano melodies, sweeping strings, and intimate vocals to create a sonic landscape where grief transforms into gentle acceptance.

The song speaks to the universal experience of carrying someone's memory through simply speaking their name. It suggests that while time may separate us from those we've lost, their essence lives on in the very syllables we once spoke with love.

Inspired by a poem of Alexander Pushkin

Say my name in silence

Disconnected

“Dream in Reverse” is a bleak, slow-burning portrait of a man pushed to the edge—unemployed, unseen, and unraveling. Every line drips with quiet despair: ghosted job apps, mounting debt, chronic illness, and the cold indifference of a world that’s moved on without him.

Driven by sparse instrumentation and cracked vocals, the track walks the line between resignation and decay.

There’s no light at the end of this tunnel—just the fading hum of an Uber engine, the scratch of a pen on bankruptcy forms, and a whisper that says, “Maybe next never.”

Dream in Reverse

Ya (prod. Mija18 or some like that help)

The One

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

Dream in Reverse

XAK STAHL

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