Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

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what’s it gonna take to get you home

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

lay, lay, 

rest your dream,

ohhhh,

Sprit comes into your head,
says,

Do You Live in the Rain?
hmmmmm,

Do you dwell
Where darkness crys?

ohhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,




The lights decay—
Time gets lost
And fades away.


Beneath your bed—
Rain taps soft
Where dreams have bled.

Do you breathe
In thunder’s name?

Drip by drip,


Down haunted halls—
No one knocks,
But someone calls.
A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

Do you sleep

Until the dawn.

Eyes like glass,
Hands of pain—
You exist
But don’t resist.

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,


Rain begins,
You never run.

Tell me now,
Through windowpane—

Do you live
Inside the rain?

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby

Intro is from 1946 film ‘Its a wonderful life’

V1:
I saw a shadow in the rain
It spoke to me
It wore your voice and knew my name
Never to leave

PC:
Try to see things from my side
How much I put on the line
I don’t think that you noticed
Doesn’t matter either way
What I do nor what I say
It never did 

C1:
Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
Coz all I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Bridge:
Give me something to burn

V2:
I run but when it rains it pours
Are you surprised 
She hides the clock beneath the floor (8)
I lose the time

PC:
Try to see things from my side
How much I put on the line
Have you ever noticed 
Seems not to matter either way
What I do nor what I say
It never did 

C2:
Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
All I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
All I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Give me something to burn

Burn

MK 37

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

An original pop song with influences of folk, rock and world music about the importance of staying rooted in our being during challenges times. In a world moving fast I feel the call to continue the nature of traditional songwriting from the heart.

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