Demons In My Ear

VELORAK-Love is a circuit  [MUTANT REBELS]

I never thought in a million years
Through all the pain and all the tears
I'd meet a girl so fine
Who'd put my head in a whirl

[Chorus]
You need to know that you're my gorgeous girl
My gorgeous girl
My Gorgeous girl
My gorgeous girl 
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes
id never tell you know lies
You need to know that you're my gorgeous girl
My gorgeous girl
in all my life through out all my strife
I never thought id meet my future wife
but girl its true 
you're my gorgeous girl
and if you cant tell 
i'm singing to you Melanie  my gorgeous girl

My gorgeous girl

Corporate sterility contrasted with distant violence and moral corruption, resulting in wars like Gaza  

Growing the Brand - Lyrics

Verse 1
In boardrooms with coffee that costs more
than minimum wage buys in a week
We polish speeches about humanitarian aid
while our calculators count the dead
The wine stains my shirt red, like the maps


Verse 2
Who's that knocking on the cockpit door?
Someone visited the hardware store
We come with hammers because words bounce off
steel like prayer off a banker's forehead
Bang goes the hammer keeping bloody score


Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath


Verse 3
While logos gleam on gallery walls
breakfast tables explode in real time
Our handshakes seal tomorrow's casualties
as mothers count children who won't come home
The marble stays clean, the conscience doesn't

Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath

Verse 4
Arms out sideways, airstrike 1, 2, 3
At 9 AM here, it's midnight there
We're brewing coffee while they're dodging bombs
Geography of running maps itself
on playground walls and office calendars

Chorus
It's all part of growing the brand
Clean profits from subsidised death
We call it culture, they call it murder
Growing the brand on borrowed breath


Growing the Brand

dear Apocalypse, sit

A luminous ballad about grief and healing, where the night sky itself becomes a guide. Intimate verses filled with human details—keys on the table, soup waiting, a sparrow’s song—rise into a soaring chorus.

Hope Comes Home

Devil Like You

So you ask me why I sell my tools?
Maybe I’m chasing something new.
Maybe ‘cause applause don’t pay the rent,
just love and words—yeah, I know they’re true.
But the world’s been priced in dollar signs,
no weight for craft, no room for soul.
If hands don’t feed, if strings don’t heal,
what’s a broken trade to hold?

Tell me—why’s the measure always cash?
Tell me—why does worth get cut in half?

Why do I sell?
‘Cause this world won’t keep a place for sound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the crowd wants noise, not hands unbound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the system bleeds the makers dry.
I’d give it all just to see her eyes—
I’d burn the past to buy that flight.

So you ask me why I lay it down,
why I trade my steel for borrowed ground?
‘Cause it’s been years with empty pockets,
chasing coins that never land.
Society don’t want no players,
just machines that play on cue.
But I’ll fight through this starvation
if it leads me home to you.

Tell me—does the song still count if it can’t pay?
Tell me—do I walk or throw the world away?

Why do I sell?
‘Cause this world won’t keep a place for sound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the crowd wants noise, not hands unbound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the system bleeds the makers dry.
I’d give it all just to see her eyes—
I’d burn the past to buy that flight.

Why does music heal but never feed?
Why’s creation treated like a thief?
Why does love outshine the stage lights’ glow,
yet I’d pawn it all just to let her know—
I will not lose her.

Why do I sell?
‘Cause a man must fight to keep his vow.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the only stage I want is now.
Why do I sell?
Not for gold, not for the crowd—
I sell my tools so I can prove
my love’s the truest sound.

So you ask me why I sell my tools…
It’s for her.
It’s for love.
It’s for life.

Why I Sell My Tools

On a raté le dernier train

downtempo electronic reinterpretation of the original metal version

Shadowlands alternate version

In My Dreams The World Is Wide

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.

In My Dreams The World Is Wide

Señor Barends