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Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume IV

Coups de cœur étrangers 17

❤️ Coffeehouse Indie Vibes|  Singer-Songwriter | Indie Folk | Indie Acoustic | Acoustic Pop | Indie

Realase 15.03.2022
Single :
Title : Ich liäbä Di Nacht
Artist : Karl Heinz – Heimgartner / Producer Karl Heimgartner 
Production : Philippines – Mix and Recording Home Studio
Dat: 14.03.2020
Karl Heinz – Heimgartner
A blues in Swiss dialect language. I love the night. How do you feel sitting like that at night. What do I hear, what do I see?

New Released September / 12 / 2025

Mixing: Christine Sampson : Mastering: Alessandro Giordano by MTM Mastering True Music Production/Es
Thank you for the cooperation, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production.

Ich Liäbä Di Nacht

Melodic Solid Rock to give you something to think about.

Midnight Oil

Fail. Fail Again. Fail Better.

Das Schöne bewahrt

Pasitos

occhi

Un viaggio tra corde, emozioni e silenzi.
“Le corde della vita” nasce da una chitarra,
e cresce tra strati di suono e momenti interiori.

È una composizione strumentale che racconta la vita
attraverso il suono: semplice, intimo, dinamico 🎧🎶✅

Le corde della vita

Unravelled

Unravelled (feat. Jessica Mia)

Primitive Soul

“Dead Me” is a dark, cinematic blend of EDM, electro and alternative rock.
A haunting voice from a femme fatale echoes through cold beats and electric tension.
It's not a love song. It’s a warning. You’re already hers.
Welcome to Dead Me.

Dead Me

Dead Me - KRT Production

Live acoustic versions of the R2024A tracks.

Purchase Album

I That I (Live Mix)

No Stone

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

I drew a line to measure truth
It bent itself into a loop
I tried to name the shape of time
It laughed and told me, "Not this time"

I chased the proof, the numbers lied
They split in two, then multiplied
The closer that I came to fact
The further it dissolved to act

Meaning hides in coded schemes
In broken clocks and endless dreams
The world’s a riddle, sharp and sly
It grins and winks each time you try

You reach for logic, it slips away
A paradox dressed in broad daylight
The punchline waits at the end of the play
It only lands when the timing’s right

Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!

Bazinga

They asked for proof
I offered none
They measured silence
Filed it under non-compliance

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But the desert disagrees

They checked my spine 
for humps of pride
Found vertebrae of doubt instead
They nodded - classic case

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
Still they bring the rope

Every question comes pre-answered
Every form already signed

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But they keep the sand on file

I'm not
I'm not

Not a Camel

pop punk/rock
co-produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by

@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Crawling Up The Walls

Lyrics:
A trading outpost in space where the stars emblaze
The interstellar show, where treasures come and go
A dance of merchants and plights, a symphony of starry nights
A crossroads in the void where stardust turns to gold

Oh welcome to the off world exchange, where dreams converge and fortunes change
With every glimmering star, there's a story to be told
Come to the off world exchange, and watch your profits soar

Through nebulas we glide, on solar winds we ride
Seeking rare commodities, chasing celestial oddities
From distant galaxies afar, we barter near and far
A universal connection fueled by monetary affection

Oh welcome to the off world exchange, where dreams converge and fortunes change
With every glimmering star, there's a story to be told
Come to the off world exchange, and watch your profits soar

Off World Exchange

Everytime I try

Typed a truth that bit my hand
Logic slipped through contraband
The graph looked smug, the proof got lost
I called it genius-at what cost?

I tried to fix it
the problem fixed me first
There's rhythm in recursion
and guilt in every verse

I feel silly, oh, so silly
twisting reason till it's frilly
Every thought insists it's wise
but wears a clown nose in disguise

I chased an answer down a hall of drafts
doors of maybe, doors of laughs
Truth peeked through a keyhole grin
"you again?" she said, and let me in

I feel...
not wrong
just misplaced
The melody rewrote my face

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty
Every paradox I own
sends postcards to my comfort zone

If wisdom comes, let it knock twice
I'm out rehearsing bad advice
I feel silly
and honestly
it feels just right

I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...
I feel silly, oh, so silly
Dancing wrong but looking pretty...

Silly-Frilly

Life Matters

Late Night Lover

New music in the style of 80s and 90s rock/pop.

I That I (Live Mix)

Raidio Tony