Lost in you
Need to find my way back 
From the depths of this feeling
Cause I’m lost in you
And I can’t feel nothing

Do you remember this place
From so long ago
It used to scare you
But the cold deep now is familiar and good
The numbness you sought for so long now creeps up behind you 

I’m so tired
Of worrying 
About
Judgement 

My mind my worries
Focus
On endless
Thoughts of not living up
To yiu
To yiu

Lost in you
Need to find my way back 
From the depths of this feeling
Cause I’m lost in you
And I can’t feel nothing

I’m so tired
Of worrying 
About
Judgement 

hitting the road
Getting on a flight
Even though I hate the air
Fearful of falling
You don’t care
Let me fall 

My mind my worries
Focus
On endless
Thoughts of not living up
To yiu
To yiu

Do you remember this place
From so long ago
It used to scare you
Scare you
But the cold deep now is familiar and good
The numbness you sought for so long now creeps up behind you 
Creeps up behind you 
Scares you

Let me fall
Thoughts of not living up
To you
To you 
To you
You
Yiu
[fade]

living up to you

Co-write with my youngest Finn who is only 16. Finn created this wonderful instrumental , playing everything. It was easy to top-line ❤️

Should Know Better 

You better come here and make it quick 
I wanna show you my latest trick
This sleight of hand will fool your imagination 
Pick any card now and make it slow 
I wanna show you a miracle 
Sit back , relax and fuel your imagination 

And we’ll all play along , and we’ll all play along 
and we’ll all play along , this time, but we should know better 

Shuffle the deck now and cut them twice
I wanna give you some real advice 
This masquerade will fool your imagination
Give them the eyes now and nail your take 
I wanna show you they’re all dam fake 
The stage is set to fuel your imagination….

Should Know Better

In the foam of the third cup,
Desire lingers, pain unfolds…
And I,
I gather you.

My friend rests his hand,
On the weight of a question,
A touch untouched by sin,
A need now laid to rest.

For beauty is bound to doubt,
Trapped in longing, caught in fear,
Owned by those who name its worth,
Yet never hold it near.

I answer—
I love you still,
Despite the place,
Despite the silence,
Despite the color fading fast,
Into a name that never lasts.

In the silence of the fourth cup,
Pride grows tired, words grow thin,
The ink remains, but paper fades,
So I conceal you deep within.

My friend speaks to his friend,
And I hear the words unspoken.
Yes, I bowed before the bomb…
I remembered love, I bowed again.

I answer—
I love you still,
To the edge of silence,
To the weight of stillness,
To the place where names are lost,
But love still lingers in the dust.

I answer—
I love you…

Third Cup, Fourth Silence

5. Juni

Reborn

Hey, it’s me again!
Butterfly is a single presented in three distinct versions, each offering a unique perspective on one central musical idea.

The main track opens with a delicate Moog sequence that gradually blossoms into a flowing felt piano motif. This progression mirrors a metamorphosis—symbolizing the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly, both sonically and conceptually.

The two companion versions zoom in on the gentle piano theme. By shifting tempo and texture, they unfold into their own quiet spaces—each one intimate, warm, and introspective, offering a softer lens on the original idea.

If you’d like to play it yourself, the sheet music is available for free on Bandcamp: ttps://sebastianmorawietz.bandcamp.com/album/butterfly-piano-solo-free-sheet-music-pdf

Butterfly

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Did the Mountain Change You?

Here's my rendition of this Nick Cave masterpiece arranged for a woodwind orchestra instead.

Sina Momtahan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Alto Sax, Tenor Sax, Clarinet, Flute, Bass
Linda Birosova: Vocals
Andrej Pirjevec: Drums

Elmira Aghajan: Cover Art.

Where the Wild Roses Grow (Nick Cave Cover)

Music, piano, synths, mix: Vicente Bueso
Voices: versolun4

Nana de plata (ft. versolun4)

slowcore, minimal drums, reverb guitar, hushed vocals, melancholic atmosphere

Weight of Silence

Carried by Grace

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

Third Cup, Fourth Silence

RaiNaWi