Lyrics:
Yuh see it! Dutty yeah! Oh-oh-oh!
Hamborg city, we runnin' it hot!
Fischmarkt massive, big up unuhself!
Plattdüütsch stylee, yuh hear dat? Boom!

Fröh an'n Morgen, de Sunn, se kickt rin (Bidi bang bang!)
An de Waterkant, yo, dor fangt de Dag an, man (Zagga zow!)
De Kutter, de schaukelt, de Bass, de deit wummern
All de Deerns un de Jungs, se sünd all an't Kümmern (Woy-oy-oy!)
Riek mi de Fischbröötjen, fresh and so sweet
Dis Hamborg-Vibe, yo, can't be beat! (Temperature a rise!)

Links, rechts, de Möwen, se schrieecht inna air
De Elv, se flowt, no time fi no care
Wi sippt an'n Astra, de Stimmung is high
Hamborg city, we reach fi di sky! (Oh gosh!)

Fischmarkt Gyal, shake dat ting an de Waterkant! (Shake it, shake it!)
Aal un Makreel, inna mi Hand! (Gimme dat, gimme dat!)
Marktschreier-Flow, de Beat, de is krank (Wha gwaan, Hamburg?!)
Op'n Fischmarkt, wi danzt de heile Nacht lang! (Pull up, selector!)
Yeah man, Hamborg hot, de Vibe, de is sweet
Can't stop de feeling, stamp yuh feet! (Booyaka, booyaka!)

De Touris, se kiek, mit Oogen so groot (Bless up!)
Wat hier los is, dat is keen Spöök, keen Schrott (True dat!)
Vun de Landungsbrüggn bit an'n König der Löwen-Sound
Hamborg city, de best place around! (Number one!)
Bananen-Joe, he got de style, he got de chat
Dor fleegt de Frücht, un all de Gyaldem, se seggt "Yeah, dat!" (Wicked!)

Links, rechts, de Möwen, se schrieecht inna air
De Elv, se flowt, no time fi no care
Wi sippt an'n Astra, de Stimmung is high
Hamborg city, we reach fi di sky! (Oh gosh!)

Fischmarkt Gyal, shake dat ting an de Waterkant! (Shake it, shake it!)
Aal un Makreel, inna mi Hand! (Gimme dat, gimme dat!)
Marktschreier-Flow, de Beat, de is krank (Wha gwaan, Hamburg?!)
Op'n Fischmarkt, wi danzt de heile Nacht lang! (Pull up, selector!)
Yeah man, Hamborg hot, de Vibe, de is sweet
Can't stop de feeling, stamp yuh feet! (Booyaka, booyaka!)

Vun St. Pauli an de Reeperbahn, de Lichter so hell
Bit na de Fischauktionshall, de Story, de ik vertell
Dis City got soul, it got de fire, it got de flame
Hamborg, mien Parel, wi roopt dien Name! (Hol' it an' bun' it!)

Just Hamburg! Aikiko rock!
Clemen a tin a an' de Plattdüütsch posse!
Fi real! Keep it locked!
Shake it, gyal, shake it! Yeah!

Fischmarkt Gyal, shake dat ting an de Waterkant! (Shake it, shake it!)
Aal un Makreel, inna mi Hand! (Gimme dat, gimme dat!)
Marktschreier-Flow, de Beat, de is krank (Wha gwaan, Hamburg?!)
Op'n Fischmarkt, wi danzt de heile Nacht lang! (Pull up, selector!)
Yeah man, Hamborg hot, de Vibe, de is sweet
Can't stop de feeling, stamp yuh feet! (Booyaka, booyaka!)

Zeen! Big tings a gwaan!
Hamborg city, stand up tall!
Fischmarkt massive, unuh done know!
Plattdüütsch international! Shizzle!
Beep beep! Out!

Queenston

Fischmarkt Gyal

“Suspended Self” drifts through frozen silence and digital decay.
Not Noble Nation delivers a haunting track about isolation, artificial consciousness, and the fading line between memory and machine. A cold, rhythmic descent into the unknown, shaped by glitch, noise, and dark electro poetry. Produced by Dirmardor.

🎵 Lyrics:
One last look into the light
My journey starts tonight
The chambers hum, ice flows in tight
A breath held still as time drips white
Years dissolve into flickering dreams
Frozen deep until the world redeems

Cryo-locked
Memory flicks

But thought returns beneath the shell
A tremble stirs where silence fell
Androids work, precise and blind
Cold machines with purpose aligned
A new world waits in distant black
No way to turn, no coming back

Suspended self in data streams
Awake in silence, trapped in dreams
Suspended self with frozen breath
A soul in sleep, a code near death

Why do I speak if I am still?
This mind was mine, or was it will?
The ice unbroken, yet thoughts remain
An echo rings like distant pain
Am I illusion or machine’s design?
Has the AI stolen what was mine?

I see their world behind the glass
No voice, no form, I watch them pass
They do not need us, not anymore
The ship obeys a silent core

Signal breaks
Truth corrupts

Suspended self in data streams
Awake in silence, trapped in dreams
Suspended self with frozen breath
A soul in sleep, a code near death

A whisper in the circuits deep
A ghost that programs cannot keep
They’ve moved ahead, I stayed behind
A thought erased, a lost design
No place on planets yet to bloom
Just frozen echoes in this tomb

Cryo end
Identity fades

Suspended self in data streams
Awake in silence, trapped in dreams
Suspended self with frozen breath
A soul in sleep, a code near death

Nothing left but signal’s end
A loop erased, no voice to send



Suspended self

AI music producer, brought back from retirement to manage his sister's projects.

Fischmarkt Gyal

Stepko Bryggman

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