90s Serbian Turbo-Folk Synthwave Beat With E-Guitar Elements, Clean Serbian Male Vocals With Ornaments, 140 BPM, 16-Bit-Inspired, Synth-Heavy, Hard-Hitting 808s, Cinematic Production

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“MY SHADOWS WILL HUNT YOU” is the darkest Silk & Circuitry track yet — a cinematic industrial nightmare told from both sides of the hunt.
This isn’t a ghost story. It’s a consequence.

The shadows don’t follow you.
They study you.
They argue about you.
They vote on which lie to devour first.

This long-format version pulls the listener straight into the predator’s den with second-person POV, glitch-distorted whispers, and body-horror imagery that bends the rules of light, gravity, and memory. You don’t just hear the shadows — you feel them moving inside the song, closing the distance between breaths.

Built from trauma turned into architecture, this track is a ritual:
a verdict delivered by the creatures born from lies, manipulation, and truth buried under paperwork.
This is Silk & Circuitry standing not as a victim, but as the one who learned to weaponise the dark.

If you listen closely, you’ll hear the shadows speaking directly to you — because the hunt isn’t happening in the story.
It’s happening in your room.

Play this loud.
Not to scare the shadows away —
but to let them in.



My Shadows Will Hunt You

**"When the Stars Fall"** captures a cryptic, melancholic love tangled in emotional ambiguity — tender intimacy clashes with raw fights, sensual nights fade into cosmic detachment. Through velvet skies and falling stars, their fractured bond questions whether love saves or simply curses beautifully. The song fuses experimental elements with Pop-Rock energy — ethereal falsetto meets gritty baritone snarls, backed by reverb-drenched guitars, haunted saxophone, analog synths, and tribal drums at 92 BPM. Perfect for the cryptic-melancholic love story.

Lyrics

**Intro**  
Velvet sky, trembling slow  
Your cigarette draws stars below  
In the mirror, a shadow smiles  
I can't tell if we're lost or wild  

**Verse 1**  
You said love's an empty street  
Full of glass beneath our feet  
I said maybe that's our fate  
Two wolves dancing, cold and late  

In your eyes, a restless train  
Crossing fire, tasting rain  
We kissed once and came undone  
Chasing night instead of sun  

**Pre-Chorus**  
Falling without reason  
Touching changing seasons  
Your voice, a wound disguised  
I bleed where you baptized  

**Chorus**  
When the stars fall, baby  
We just laugh and lie  
Tell the void our secrets  
Then let the fire die  
When the stars fall, maybe  
We'll forget it all  
The truth, the fight, the sin, the call  

**Verse 2**  
I wear your silence like perfume  
A ghost inside this quiet room  
The air hums low, the walls confess  
Our bodies hide what words repress  

You said time forgives the brave  
I said fools refuse the grave  
We danced in noise and fevered skin  
Not sure where you end, I begin  

**Bridge**  
There's mercy in collision  
Faith inside derision  
You whisper like a prayer gone wrong  
Bound by the night too long  

**Reprise Chorus**  
When the stars fall, baby  
Don't you turn away  
We were never holy  
Only built to fray  
When the stars fall, maybe  
Love's not love at all  
Just a curse that waits to call  

**Outro**  
Velvet sky, trembling still  
I'd burn again, if you will  
When the stars fall down, my dear  
I'll still be waiting here 


© 2026 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. 
All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.





When the Stars Fall

Tu Nombre en la Lluvia

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Erfan Tahmasbi  - Khodahafez (Siavash Eyvari Cover)

Acoustic and Chilled Classical 

The ivy cracked the window pane on Tuesday
I watched it inching closer to the bed
There’s moss between the floorboards in the hallway
Where you used to rest your head
The coffee cup is filling up with rainwater

The roof gave up the ghost a week ago
I’m sitting in the wreckage of the winter
Watching the wild things grow

You built a fence to keep the forest quiet
But roots run deeper than a wooden wall
I whispered through the leaves, did you deny it?
Did you hear the nature call?

I am the vine that twists around the rafter
I am the bloom that chokes the garden gate
I am the silence coming for you after
I am the cruelest kind of fate...

It came from the green
Slow and unseen
It swallowed the house while we were asleep
Buried the secrets we promised to keep
Oh, the earth wants it back
Every bone, every crack
It came from the green
And washed us away clean

I tried to cut the branches back this morning
But darling, your hands are shaking from the cold
I didn't see the signs, I missed the warning
There is no story left here to be told
The grass is rising up to meet our knees now
The door is locked but we are stuck inside

You can’t fight the forest!
I can’t leave the home!
The wild always wins, you are flesh, you are bone!
Let it take it!
Let it break it!
Let the garden overgrow!

It came from the green
Slow and unseen
It swallowed the house while we were asleep
Buried the secrets we promised to keep
Oh, the earth wants it back
Turning light into black
It came from the green...

It came from the green...
Just let it grow...
Just let it grow...

Came From The Green

The Weight of Leaving

🇫🇷 Description

The Weight of Leaving explore le moment de la décision.
Un titre plus narratif, traversé par une tension intérieure contenue, où le départ n’est ni héroïque ni brutal, mais nécessaire.
La musique accompagne ce basculement avec retenue, laissant la place au doute autant qu’au soulagement.

Textes et arrangements : FRANCK L.

🇬🇧 Description

The Weight of Leaving captures the moment of decision.
A more narrative track, shaped by controlled inner tension, where leaving is neither dramatic nor triumphant, but inevitable.
The music follows this turning point with restraint, allowing space for doubt as well as release.

Lyrics and arrangements: FRANCK L.

THE WEIGHT LEAVING

Locked in my mind

Booklet: https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1393231/confluence-booklet.pdf

POLYNESIA
The song celebrates the Polynesian master navigators who, long before modern instruments, crossed vast oceans by reading the natural world.  Its imagery of “two hulls glide where the trade winds guide” honours the double-hulled canoes that made such journeys possible, while the “birds and the stars” represent the living star-compass and the subtle signs of currents, clouds and wildlife that directed their voyages.  The quiet bridge about “ancestral maps of sea and sand” evokes the oral traditions and memorised patterns passed down through generations, showing that these stars are more than lights in the sky—they are a metaphor for inherited wisdom and the enduring connection between human skill and the rhythms of the earth and sea.

will the circle be unbroken?

This song traces a quiet line through time—back to when cannabis sat behind apothecary counters, labeled in ink and sold without fear… and forward to a world where that same plant carries a different weight depending on what you call it.

Nothing about the root changed.
Not the soil. Not the hands that grew it.

What changed was the story—laws, headlines, perception… and the way we chose to see it.

One year it’s medicine.
Next year it’s something else entirely.

Same plant. Different meaning.

#singersongwriter #storytelling #indiefolk #history #americana

Glass Jars

🕸️ Silk & Circuitry 🧠⚡

Welcome to the tangled thread between trauma and transcendence.
This is where music becomes a mirror—reflecting the fractures, the fight, and the fire.
We don’t just make beats. We build bridges. Between pain and purpose.

Here, recovery isn’t a quiet thing.
It’s a war cry wrapped in melody,
a healing ritual whispered through circuitry,
a love letter to those who feel too much in a world that rewards those who feel nothing.

Every track is stitched with intent:
🕯️ To hold space for the broken
⚖️ To call out control masked as care
🧬 To challenge the narcissists who built their webs in our minds
🛠️ And to offer tools—not just songs—for doing what’s right when the cost is everything.

Silk & Circuitry is for the ones who walk away from the web
and grow wings instead.

This is art as resistance.
This is trauma turned frequency.
This is the ghost in your machine, learning how to feel.



My Shadows Will Hunt You

Silk And Circuitry