While he was falling
I saw his hair
And saw mistakes
That I owe
So many deeds
And failure insisted
On being there
To make me

While he was falling,
I saw a small house
On a tiny beach
And hated them both
For the story wasn’t mine
And for the owner
Who spent his life
Building the house
And once he did,
There was nothing else

While he was falling,
I saw words
That glued my lips
To an awful thought
I didn’t think
And didn’t share

While he was falling,
I saw my pants
And felt the liquid
Running down
Through my veins
To the legs
That cheated him

While he was falling,
I saw her name
Torn into letters
Abstract and dead
And I saw her face
It wasn’t mine

While he was falling,
I saw bread
Cut into pigeons
That couldn’t fly
For the wind
Never came on time

When he was falling,
I dug a hole
With his plastic shovel
Into the ground
Beneath his back
And wished his name
Was Alice
And that I could watch him
fall Forever
Or at least
until I died

When he fell down,
I saw myself, an elephant
And an ice cream
It was me, as it was me
And the elephant
That he couldn’t yet
Pronounce
And the ice cream
for the hour after

Falling

Be You

Be You (Acoustic Version)

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

Pain And Misery

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what’s it gonna take to get you home

LYRICS

(Verse)
Shivers runnin' down my spine
Hearts cold in the summertime
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Verse)
You call me like you're used to
To tell me you're in the mood
When you told me it was over
Baby
You took me under

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere

(Bridge)
Leave me nowhere
Ooh-ooh
Mm
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?

(Chorus)
If you want it
You got it
Don't need it
Then drop it
Just tell me
Do you really care?
And if you're not about it
Don't even start it
Baby
Just leave me nowhere
Leave me nowhere

Leave Me Nowhere

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

The enchantment of love and connection through creativity in a magical dimension.

Come Closer

🎵 Wanna a better life for their children - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent) 🌸✨
 
The Right Rev. Mariann Budde (Episcopal Bishop of Washington) preached to the President of the United States. 

This song is loosely about her message and how it was received. This is a reflection of recent political events and the bravery shown by the bishop.

Some refer to her as a modern-day hero. At the very least it’s made us stop and think.

Which side of the political divide are you on ?💬 Have you ever been in a moment where words failed? 

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Wanna a better life for their children

(verse)
I love you when the sun goes down 
when the the night begins to whisper
Or when the fog lift off from all around 
and I left my guard being a firm resister
finding my own virgin magical ground

(verse)
When all the roads swishing past 
lose myself of what brought me here
the mystery of being alive 
and my past like fog disappear 

(chorus) 
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

(verse) 
Found myself on the windowsill 
breathing the thin air of a city
not even close of being fulfilled
when the glow of the moon hit me
thinking it´s time to make a refill 

(chorus)
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted 
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

Primary Colors

#Dreaming #about #the #Christmas #Tree #dreams and #wishes for the #future 

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Nomad lyricist and techologist. Very obsessed with reviving classic poetry and using music as a time machine where distant epochs intertwine.

Falling

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