A slow-burning ballad where heartbreak turns into release. Tears as rhythm, sorrow as song.

Cry Cry Cry

Bis zwanzig war die Welt ’ne bunte Leinwand,
Erster Kuss, erste Liebe, alles fest in meiner Hand.
Dann zehn Jahre grau und schwer wie Beton,
Ich schau nicht zurück. War so. Ist so. Geht schon.

Düsseldorf, Neubeginn, die Straßen voller Licht,
Sinn gefunden, Mut und Kraft – ich liebe mich.
Kinder? Hätt’ ich gern, bin spät dran, noch ist nix vorbei 
Freunde sind Familie, wir steh’n zusammen, du und ich dabei

Ich leb bunt, ich leb chaotisch, nicht zu ernst, nein
Die Welt genießen, tanzen, spüren, Sonnenschein
Herzschlag treiben, jede Sekunde voll entfacht
Alles leben, alles lieben, bis der Morgen wieder lacht

Beruflich angekommen, menschlich auch am Ziel,
Freunde, Liebe, Mukke – das ist mein Ventil.
Sturm und Wind? Wir tanzen drüber, leicht wie Luft,
Beats und Lichter um uns – das ist meine Sucht.

Düsseldorf, Neubeginn, ein neuer Sinn entsteht,
Mich neu erfunden, Energie, die niemals vergeht.
Viel erreicht, Manches noch im Werden, der Weg bleibt frei,
Freunde sind Familie, wir steh’n zusammen – du und ich dabei.

Ich leb’ bunt, ich leb’ chaotisch, nicht zu ernst, nein
Die Welt genießen, tanzen, spüren, Sonnenschein
Herzschlag treiben, jede Sekunde voll entfacht
Alles leben, alles lieben, bis der Morgen wieder lacht

Bunt wie der Himmel nach dem Regen 
Chaotisch wie Gedanken, die mich bewegen
Nicht zu ernst, sonst geht’s nicht gut
Ich nehm alles mit, jede Sekunde, jeden Mood

Ich leb’ bunt, ich leb’ chaotisch, nicht zu ernst, nein
Die Welt genießen, tanzen, spüren, Sonnenschein
Träume fliegen, Flammen tanzen durch die Nacht,
Alles jetzt, alles hier, bis der Morgen wieder lacht.

Alles bunt, alles frei, bis der Tag erwacht,
Alles Herz, alles Leben, bis der Morgen wieder lacht.

Düsseldorf (Soul)

A late-night confession wrapped in smoke and shadows, heartbreak you can feel in your bones.

2AM Confession

A wounded prayer rising from the ashes of betrayal, forgiveness carved in soul and fire.

Prayin' For You

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Back Porch Hallelujah

A flamboyant electric blues track offering a current political perspective on issues about being clear on vision, values and principles - writing them down. Then on reflection and comparison to the vison, values and principles, finding out that some current governance structures are completely out of whack, to the point that it is reasonable and accurate to describe some governments as: criminal organisations masquerading as democracy. 

Lyrics:

When you write it down...
Write it down...

Asked a simple question—what do we stand for?
Turns out no one's written it down before
Democracy, liberty, rule of law
Sounds quite nice... until you check the score

Words of meaning are set ablaze
They twist the script, while we're in dismay

When you write it down, write it down
All the deceit is revealed in the light
When you write it down, write it down
All the lies start raining down

Million dead in Iraq, all based on lies
Anti-genocide groups are now the bad guys
Peaceful protest gets you fourteen years
While war criminals polish their careers

Can’t name the group or I might get nicked
For terrorism—that’s how truth gets fixed
They made opposing genocide a crime
While funding it with your tax and mine

When you write it down, write it down
All the deceit is revealed in the light
When you write it down, write it down
All the lies start raining down

4AM raids, for writing to your MP
About some kids getting killed across the sea
But sell the bombs and that’s just foreign trade
Democracy dies when we’re all afraid

So here’s your constitution, neat and clean
Now measure what they’ve done against what it means
The truth’s so mad you’d think it was a joke
If kids weren’t bleeding beneath the gun smoke

When you write it down, write it down
When you write it down, write it down....

When you write it down...
Write it down...

Write It Down

my dear darlin

A quiet morning, two mugs cooling on a scratched table. No words needed. Fingerpicked blues meets gospel harmony – warm, dry, and honest.

Two Cups of Blues

A smile on loan. Flirty, ironic, late-night diner vibes. Lipstick-stained receipt, gospel backing, bittersweet charm.

Smiles on Credit

If Only

Hey, you. You’re finally awake
Crossed the border, big mistake
Stormcloaks tied up, bound in chains
Now we ride through wind and rain

I used to be an adventurer strong
'Till an arrow struck my schlong
The roads ain't safe, the dragons soar
Trouble comes in your back door

Do you come to the Cloud District often?
No, of course you don’t, poor boffin

M'aiq has seen, M'aiq has heard
Many things, but take my word
Lies are plenty, truth is rare
M'aiq don’t care, M'aiq don’t care

Let me guess—someone stole your sweetroll?
Or a dragon ripped your bung-hole?
If you need steel, then talk to me
But no lollygaggin’, can’t you see?

I work for Belethor, at the general store
Everything’s for sale—except my floor

M'aiq has seen, M'aiq has heard
Many things, but take my word
Lies are plenty, truth is rare
M'aiq don’t care, M'aiq don’t care

What is better—to be born good
Or overcome your inner evilhood?
The coin is tossed, the road is long
But the bards will sing this song

Let’s get indoors—shut the gates
You’ll be cold at this old rate
Kha'jiiht has wares, but only gold
Else my business is up my exhaust manifold

Let me show you the power of Tah'los
Or at least my collection of rad clothes

M'aiq has seen, M'aiq has heard
Many things, but take my word
Lies are plenty, truth is rare
M'aiq don’t care, M'aiq don’t care

We are the Do'vahkiin, hear the call
Lemme snort this speedball

Write It Down

Sanjax