Wer ich bin – von Manuk Mirage
„Wer ich bin“ ist ein klingender Atem,
ein fließender Spiegel aus Bewegung, Sanftheit und Wandel.
Es ist die Stimme einer trans Planerin,
die leicht ist, sich verändert, oft übersehen wird –
und dennoch die Welt still formt.

Who I Am – by Manuk Mirage
“Who I Am” is a sounding breath,
a flowing mirror of motion, softness, and change.
It’s the voice of a trans planner –
light, shifting, often overlooked –
and yet silently shaping the world.

Wer ich bin …mochmal

“A very special version – it has touched me deeply and become dear to my heart.”

Looking Away is not just a song to me – it is a quiet truth. Born from my path as a trans fluid woman, it speaks of something almost everyone knows: hiding.
From pain.
From oneself.
From others.

It’s about the quiet “I’m fine” that isn’t true.
About the numbness that becomes everyday life.
And about the fear of truly being seen –
and the silent suffering when you never are.

This piece means the world to me. It’s raw, soft, real.
At the end, a child asks why a woman is crying –
and does not look away.
———
Wegsehen ist für mich nicht nur ein Lied – es ist eine stille Wahrheit.
Entstanden aus meinem Weg als trans fluide Frau, erzählt es von etwas, das fast alle kennen: das Sich-Verstecken.
Vor Schmerz.
Vor dem eigenen Ich.
Vor anderen.

Es geht um das leise „Mir geht’s gut“, das nicht stimmt.
Um die Taubheit, die Alltag wird.
Und um die Angst, wirklich gesehen zu werden –
und das stille Leiden, wenn man es nie wird.

Dieses Stück bedeutet mir unendlich viel. Es ist roh, weich, echt.
Am Ende fragt ein Kind, warum eine Frau weint –
und schaut nicht weg

Looking Away -Mirage Heart Version

Moonlight Dreams

Pieces of you

Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Bayou Electric

It’s tender, ethereal, and comforting — like a whispered embrace in the dark.

My Confessions

Pocketful of Stars (Read, Steady Eddie Version)

"Tu es partie" is a melancholic French ballad about loss, silence, and the lingering echo of love. Poetic, emotional, and cinematic.                                 "Tu es partie" est une ballade lyrique et mélancolique sur la perte, le silence et le vide laissé après l’amour. Une chanson remplie d’images poétiques, de souvenirs d’hiver et d’un espoir fragile. Chaque mot résonne comme une prière dans une pièce vide, chaque note comme un souffle oublié.

Paroles : s.c.r.a.t.c.h

Une chanson pour ceux qui ont perdu… et qui attendent encore.

TU ES PARTIE .

This is another version of the song Touch, I was feeling a little frisky and playing with some sounds in my DAW and wanted something playful and fun but something invoked feelings, got my imagination rolling. I just love this version! I hope you do too!

Javier Oseguera Music

Touch (Cowboy Hat Remix)

Touch ( Cowboy Hat remix)

lyrics:
“Do you remember… or is this borrowed?
Do you believe… or is it hollow?”

The glass reflects a stolen past,
A borrowed prayer that will not last.
I kneel inside this neon shrine,
But every echo isn’t mine.

The silence bends, it starts to glow,
A fractured hymn I shouldn’t know.

GLASS CATHEDRAL -  built from pain,
Every vow will break again.
GLASS CATHEDRAL  - hear me sing,
A hollow hymn for everything.


A memory burns, it speaks through me,
But was it theirs, or meant to be?
I try to pray, the words decay,
The truth inside has gone astray.


The silence bends, it starts to glow,
A fractured hymn I shouldn’t know.


GLASS CATHEDRAL -  built from pain,
Every vow will break again.
GLASS CATHEDRAL -  hear me sing,
A hollow hymn for everything.


“Every prayer is corrupted… every memory infected…
You were never real… you were never real…”



GLASS CATHEDRAL - built from pain,
Every vow will break again.
GLASS CATHEDRAL - hear me sing,
A hollow hymn for everything.



Glass Cathedral

Train Tracks of Truth

Всем добра! Всем тем кто заинтересовался моим творчеством. Я автор и мне приятно если кому то понравилось то что я делаю! Начал недавно, до этого момента не имел никакого отношения к поэзии и музыке. Но моё мнение: никогда не поздно начать что то новое. Благодарен вам за внимание!