Never Belonged is a deeply introspective and hauntingly beautiful journey through alienation, loss, and the fragile nature of existence. With raw, emotional vocals and minimalist acoustic instrumentation, each song explores themes of grief, isolation, and the struggle to find meaning. From the fragile hope of Splintered Paths to the devastating proclamation of Never Belonged, this album captures the human experience in its most vulnerable form. The combination of haunting melodies, deliberate pacing, and poignant lyrics creates an unforgettable exploration of the spaces we all carry within.

Broken Together

Der Original-Soundtrack zum Musical "Hebewerk der Liebe"! Erleben Sie die romantische und dramatische Geschichte von Bella und Paul am Schiffshebewerk Niederfinow, untermalt von der einzigartigen Musik von Suno AI. Gefühlvolle Balladen, kraftvolle Duette und mitreißende Ensemblenummern erwarten Sie!

Kontext des Songs: Andi, der erfahrene Chef der Guides, versucht zwischen den Streithähnen zu vermitteln. Doch er hat auch eigene Interessen: Er ist heimlich in Bella verliebt.

Hebewerk der Liebe - Original Musical Soundtrack

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You Cannot Erase the US is a song about the erased history of America—the genocide of Indigenous people, the brutality of slavery, the exploitation of poor immigrants during the industrial revolution, and the way the wealthy still drain the lifeblood of the working class today.

They tell us to forget. They rewrite the narrative, silence the voices, strip away rights, and pretend that the suffering on which this nation was built never happened. But the truth cannot be buried.

The roads were paved by those they try to erase. The factories, the fields, the railroads, the wealth—it was never theirs to claim. And now, as the rich hoard power and turn the poor against each other, the same cycle continues.

This song is a reckoning. A call to remember. A call to fight back.

We are the people that built this nation. We are the ones they still bleed dry. We are the ones who dream the American dream. And we will not be erased.

This song intentionally mirrors the song You Cannot Erase US as a reminder to all that denying one group human rights affects all of us, and has been an unfortunate theme in American history.

Lyrics:
(Intro)
United we stand. Divided we fall.
Injustice for one is injustice for all.

(Verse 1)
They call this land the home of the free,
Yet paved the streets with stolen dreams.
Built on the bones of those they erased,
Yet still, we rise, still, we remain.

They broke our backs, they bought our hands,
Tilled labor’s blood into their land.
They chained our bodies, stole our breath,
Fed us to the industrial death.

(Pre-Chorus)
They preach of freedom, yet build the chains,
Turn dreamers into debt and pain.
But we are written in the stars,
No ruler’s hand can pull us apart.

(Chorus)
You cannot erase us, we are the proof,
The mark in your pages, the crack in your truth.
No blade, no law, no prayer, no shame,
Can strike us out, can steal our names.
We live, we breathe, we claim our space—
We will not be erased.

(Verse 2)
They steal our wages, they buy our laws,
Stack their wealth while we give it all.
They cut our rights, they raise the cost,
Say be grateful for what we’ve got.

They turn the people against themselves,
Keep power high upon their shelves.
Yet still, we gather, still, we rise,
Stand as one with fire inside.

(Pre-Chorus)
You can’t erase the blood, the fight,
Erase the pain, erase the light.
Erase the ones who won’t obey—
And still, we dream another day.

(Chorus)
You cannot erase us, we are the proof,
The mark in your pages, the crack in your truth.
No blade, no law, no prayer, no shame,
Can strike us out, can steal our names.
We live, we breathe, we claim our space—
We will not be erased.

(Bridge)
We are the voices, the hands, the fight,
The ones who stand for equal rights.
We are the dreamers who still believe,
In justice, mercy, and liberty.

We are the words that built this land,
The right to rise, to take a stand.
We hold these truths, we keep them bright,
No force can take away our light.

(Outro)
You cannot erase US.
You cannot erase US.
United, we remain.

You cannot Erase the US

Missing You

Acoustic version of a song about falling for the wrong person

The Trap acoustic

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

When I fell in love with you I 
never thought that I could reach such depths
Tumbling into an abyss of sheer bliss
Landing in your precious arms
And sharing your sweet kiss
I was like a man on a desert cliff
Diving eagerly into the cool, pool
Of your  oasis  which is now 
one of my most favorite places
Spending every spare minute 
I have with you is all I long to do
And all of our loneliness so blue
Has vanished and left us true
Lovers in every sense and every
breath enjoying our happiness
 at love's greatest of depths
A Grand canyon times ten
And I want to thank you 
again and again for all that you 
share with me and how 
much you care for me
You know I will always be
Your true love eternally

When I fell in love with

You Give and You Take

This song was created with an AI-based music maker application called ZONA. Lyrics, song structure, and music genre by Guk Asyhar. The singer in this song is anonymous.

BROKEN HEARTED

A nostalgic soft rock ballad in B minor, blending elements of folk rock, pop rock, and subtle alt-country. The song reflects on growing up on a close-knit street, where memories of childhood freedom, connection, and place still echo through time. With warm acoustic tones and heartfelt storytelling, Where I Grew captures the essence of simpler days and lasting identity. Blending my own ideas with AI support – a journey shaped by feeling and code.

The Old Street

The intrinsic jump 
The need to repair 
My ability to see 
It everywhere. 
The battle ground is set. 
Is the mind healed yet? 
It doesn’t come 
From some threat. 
The mind looking 
To place its bet. 
The potential seen 
By the odds of regret. 
The Golden Rule 
Looking 
Searching 
For its fool. 
The temptation 
Is always great. 
This triangle 
Of hate. 
The dance  
Of transcendence 
The communication of fate. 
Then comes 
The understanding 
Risen out of  
What’s demanding 
That is never too late. 
Heal your perception 
By knowing  
Love’s rejection. 
This is the  
Tale of two forces 
Where love  
Double crosses. 
Codependency dancing 
With the Golden Rule’s 
Tendencies. 
To fix 
the perception 
That tricks. 
When you spot it 
You got it. 
How do you  
Hide it? 
It’s a game 
Of tag 
While I watch myself brag 
While I’m looking 
At a reflection 
Of something haunting 
That nags. 
The attempt to control 
The suggestion to be. 
Where is my ability 
To see me? 
Guide me? 
Sit beside me? 
Speak to me? 
Can I be a tree? 
While I’m hugging 
An illusion? 
While it bleeds? 
Infecting me 
with a thinking 
Not so free. 
Do unto others 
As I want them 
To do unto me 
I begin to suffocate. 
The tightness in my chest 
The restricting of my breath. 
Bring the mind 
And the Will follows. 
Lead by example 
Not by a nagging ramble. 
Speak your truth 
And find your spine. 
So you can  
heal that mind. 
It’s not the message 
From the blind. 
Give it away 
To keep it 
Having it 
By the way  
You seek it. 
Bring the mind 
And the world 
Will follow.

The Battleground

Du fehlst mir so

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.

Broken Together

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