Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow

[Verso 1]
Eu te encontrei num dia que nunca vou esquecer,
Um só olhar e meu coração começou a arder.
Cada palavra sua soa como melodia,
Cada sorriso seu – pura magia.

Tarde da noite, penso só no seu olhar,
No meu mundo, você é o meu lugar.
Não preciso do mundo se tenho você,
Todos os meus sonhos me levam a te ver.

[Refrão]
Paula – você é minha luz, meu fogo,
Cada batida me leva mais alto, de novo.
Paula – quando você me olha assim,
Tudo desaparece, só existe você pra mim.

[Verso 2]
Você é minha calma quando a tempestade vem,
A faísca que dentro de mim sempre está também.
Cada passo que dou, penso em você,
Como uma canção sem fim que não quero perder.

Não precisamos falar quando o sentimento é real,
Ouço sua alma no silêncio total.
Se isso é um sonho, não quero acordar,
Você é a escolha que quero guardar.

[Refrão]
Paula – você é minha luz, meu fogo,
Cada batida me leva mais alto, de novo.
Paula – quando você me olha assim,
Tudo desaparece, só existe você pra mim.

[Ponte]
Se o céu cair, eu vou te abraçar,
Vou caminhar contigo, nada vai nos parar.
Não importa onde, juro pra valer,
Enquanto você estiver aqui, eu vou viver.

[Refrão – Final]
Paula – você é minha luz, meu fogo,
Cada batida me leva mais alto, de novo.
Paula – quando você me olha assim,
Tudo desaparece, só existe você pra mim.

Te amo, Paula (Portuguese)

Dans l’écho des cendres s’élève la voix du Phénix, un chant fragile devenu flamme, une lumière née du silence..
Si ces mots ont touché ton âme, laisse-toi emporter par la mélodie..

Poupée Phénix

There was a time
When I thought
I was dying
There was a moment
When I was about
To stop trying
I was ready for 
Things to end
One door closes
And a new life begins
But something
Made me pause
Life’s about more
There has to be a cause
A reason for being 
For being here
A moment to stop
And make things clear
That’s when I thought
What about love
The love you’ve got
You know 
That’s still inside
Did you give it away
Or was it denied
Did you love as much
As you got
Or is there still more
Maybe even a lot
Left to give
And isn’t that reason enough
For you to live
When you’ve still got love
©2025 wr heustis

Still Got Love

Switching between "if feelings were possible" and "if I could feel" is a deliberate rhetorical and philosophical choice

My latest track in the series of psychedelic blues rock fused with dream pop, soul and hip hop.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Gold doesn’t rust, but it still fades out, 
The weight of the crown drags kingdoms down. 
Every statue cracks when the light runs out, 
And silence builds where the songs were loud. 
You can’t cheat dust, it waits like God, 
Gatherin’ names from the saints and frauds.

The brass gone brown, flags hangin’ low, 
Gold leaf fading on a broken throne. 
No choirs sing, just wind through stone, 
No victors left, no place called home.

I built my name on a pillar of smoke, 
Watched it vanish with the words I spoke. 
Silence louder than the crowd I fed, 
I chased forever till the moment bled.

The earth keeps secrets better than I do, 
Every crown breaks the head it grew.

The stone remembers strength when the hands are gone, 
A beautiful wreck from night till dawn. 
How the mighty have fallen, broken and few, 
What was built for forever is just passing through.

Marble cracks, roots claim the walls, 
Echoes sleep in these empty halls. 
The Caesar dreams beneath the dust, 
His gold gone green, his sword gone rust.

The final blow was never loud, 
Just whispered through the laughing crowd.
Now only echoes understand, 
The cost of thrones carved out of man.

They prayed for grace while the world gave stone, 
Kissed their thrones but died alone. 
Gold doesn’t rust, but it doesn’t stay, 
It just learns to fade in a slower way.

The stone remembers strength when the hands are gone,  
A beautiful wreck from night till dawn.  
How the mighty have fallen, broken and few,  
What was built for forever is just passing through.  
Gold doesn’t rust, but it burns in blue.  

Gold doesn’t rust...  
but neither do you.  
We shine for a moment,
Then fade right through.  
Every empire, every heart,  
It turns quiet at last.
Gold doesn’t rust...  
It just forgets the past.

Gold Doesn’t Rust

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Unexpected

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Shoegaze, Bedroom Pop, Alternative

no trespassing

My Own Legend

Le RESPECT est une déclaration, pas une demande.
C'est le moment où un homme cesse de négocier sa valeur et commence à protéger sa paix.
Pas de cris. Pas d'amertume.
Juste de la clarté, de la dignité et le pouvoir tranquille de savoir quand partir.
Ce disque ne concerne pas la colère-
Il s'agit de normes.
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#MusiqueSoul
#RnBFrancais
#AmeNoire
#MusiqueEmotion
#ValeurDeSoi
#AmourPropre
#Dignite
#ForceInterieure
#PaixInterieure
#HommeMature
#MaturiteEmotionnelle
#MusiqueAuthentique
#ChansonFrancaise
#ArtisteIndependant

RESPECT (version francaise)

It's my passion to make quality songs using all resources available to me. As a music enthusiast I'm interested in many different genres. 

My music production process is a blend of traditional songwriting and cutting-edge AI. 

It all starts with the human touch: I craft the lyrics and song structures myself, sometimes accompanied by music I recorded or composed.

From these foundational elements, I then bring the songs to life using synthetic voices and musicians. 

A key aspect of my creative flow is "jamming" with what I call "personas", distinct AI voices and styles that offer consistent character and sound. 

My roots in music stretch back to the 1970s, when I was a drummer boy in the local harmony. 

The 1990s marked a pivotal moment with the advent of MIDI, opening up new avenues for instrumental composition. 

The early 2000s saw me dive deep into Digital Audio Workstations (DAWs), and during that time, I also picked up the guitar. 

Since 2024, integrating AI into my workflow has been a transformative experience. 

It has unlocked unprecedented creative possibilities, providing access to a vast array of virtuoso vocalists and instruments, from intricate acoustic guitar arrangements to full orchestras.