True Believer Feat Linn Stern

That Hook

Lost Connection

"Emergency Contact" explores heartbreak through the lens of modern bureaucracy and technology. Through specific details like form-filling and system updates, it traces the administrative unraveling of a relationship. The arrangement supports natural storytelling, following the journey through dental offices and IT departments where loss reveals itself in unexpected ways. Each scene shows another layer of separation through paperwork and pixels, while technical details become powerful symbols of trust and its dissolution.

Emergency Contact

"Shadows on my Soul" is a deeply emotional song about the lasting effects of past wounds. The narrator describes a life shaped by fear, loneliness, and the inability to connect with others. Haunted by inner shadows, they struggle between the wish for freedom and the fear of being hurt again. Despite moments of hope, isolation remains their chosen refuge. The lyrics, simple and honest, create a haunting image of silent suffering and a soul longing for peace.

"Shadows on my Soul" ist ein zutiefst emotionales Lied über die bleibenden Narben vergangener Wunden. Der Erzähler beschreibt ein Leben, das von Angst, Einsamkeit und der Unfähigkeit geprägt ist, sich anderen zu öffnen. Gequält von inneren Schatten schwankt er zwischen dem Wunsch nach Freiheit und der Angst, erneut verletzt zu werden. Trotz gelegentlicher Hoffnung bleibt die Einsamkeit seine gewählte Zuflucht. Die einfachen und ehrlichen Texte zeichnen ein eindringliches Bild von stillem Leiden und einer Seele, die sich nach Frieden sehnt.

Shadows on my soul

[Verse 1:]
I held your hand in a foreign land, twenty twelve, I became a man
But your mama’s lies were stronger than the truth I tried to show
She built a wall from fear and shame,
Called me names, passed all the blame
And I stood there like a ghost, with nowhere left to go

[Verse 2:]
I came back home to start again,
No courtroom help, no money then
She poisoned roots before we had a chance to grow
They called me junkie, coward, fake,
My father bought what they would make
And I broke in ways no man should ever know

[Pre-Chorus:]
I ain’t a saint, Lord knows that’s true
But I’ve bled for every kid I knew
And silence was the cage they locked me in
Fathers matter — even when we can’t get in

[Chorus:]
Fathers matter when we’re left behind
Fathers matter when the truth gets blind
Fathers matter — we still love with all we’ve got
We cry for what we never caught
Grieving children still alive —
That’s the kind of pain that never dies

[Verse 3:]
You’re thirteen now, and I don’t know
If you even know my name or where I go
But I remember lullabies, not this hollow ache inside
I tried with courts, I tried with grace
But I couldn’t match their poker face
So I buried you in heartache just to survive

[Pre-Chorus:]
I made mistakes, I lost my way
But I never walked away
I just learned the cost of being shut outside
Fathers matter — even when our hands are tied

[Chorus:]
Fathers matter when we’re not believed
Fathers matter though our hearts still bleed
Fathers matter — we’re not shadows in the rain
We’re the ones who held the flame
Grieving children still alive —
That’s the kind of pain that scars your life

[Bridge:]
If you find me when you’re grown
I’ll be older, carved in stone
But I’ll hold out hope, however late, that love can still arrive

[Final Chorus:]
Fathers matter — don’t you ever doubt
Fathers matter when the world shuts us out
Fathers matter — we don’t stop, we don’t let go
We carry what they’ll never know
Grieving children still alive —
That’s the kind of pain we’ll always hide

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Fathers Matter

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Right Time

Silent Damn is a song about the quiet kind of goodbye – the one without shouting, without doors slamming. It captures that strange moment when love still lingers, but the connection is already fading. It’s about letting someone go, not because you stopped caring, but because you finally understood you had to.

Soft, stripped down, and painfully honest – this song doesn’t scream. It just stays with you.


Silent Damn erzählt von einem stillen Abschied – ohne Drama, ohne laute Worte. Von dem Moment, in dem man jemanden noch liebt, aber erkennt, dass es keine gemeinsame Richtung mehr gibt. Nicht aus Gleichgültigkeit loslassen, sondern aus Klarheit.

Reduziert, ehrlich und berührend. Dieser Song schreit nicht – er bleibt einfach.

Silent Damn

Und trotzdem ist ein Song über das, was bleibt, wenn alles vorbei ist.
Er erzählt von einem Menschen, der gegangen ist – aber nicht wirklich weg ist.
Von Erinnerungen, die sich festsetzen wie ein Schatten.
Von einem Abend zu viel.
Von Nähe, die nicht mehr passt.
Und von dem Versuch, weiterzugehen, obwohl etwas immer noch da ist.

Ein leiser, ehrlicher Track über das Nachhallen von Liebe, Verlust – und die Frage:
Wie viel von dir bleibt in mir?

Und trotzdem (“And still”) is a song about what remains after everything is over.
It tells the story of someone who left — but never really disappeared.
About memories that linger like a shadow.
About one night too many.
About closeness that no longer fits.
And the quiet struggle of moving on while something still lingers.

A subtle, honest track about love, loss — and the question:
How much of you is still in me?

Und trotzdem

Du schaust mich an wie ein Fremder
Du riechst nach Nacht und Gefahr
Sagst „Komm einfach mit“
Ich denk „Okay, alles klar“

Wir wollten alles – sofort
Tanzten auf dünnem Eis
Du und ich, damals, am Airport
Aber alles im Leben hat seinen Preis

Ich hör dich noch lachen
Jedes Lied klingt nach dir
Bist zwar längst weg
Aber dein Schatten bleibt hier
Ein Abend zu viel
Ein Abend...
Und letztlich alles nur ein Spiel
Für dich nur ein Spiel

Warst gut im Reden
Im Bleiben schlecht
Jetzt steh ich im Regen
Ehrlich jetzt, echt?

Hör dich noch lachen
Jeder Song klingt nach dir
Bist zwar weit weg
Aber dein Schatten ist noch hier
Nur ein Abend zu viel
Ein Abend...
Für dich nur ein Spiel
Alles ein Spiel

Und trotzdem bist du noch da
Ganz nah...

Ich hör noch Dein Lachen
Henley‘s Song klingt nach dir
Verdammt...
Dein Schatten bleibt hier


Und trotzdem

“Big Time, Baby” captures the bittersweet moment when someone who once shared your world now shines under brighter lights. It’s a reflection on success, change, and the quiet ache of seeing someone trade their true self for the spotlight. Beneath the swagger and champagne lies a story of lost connection and the price of chasing dreams. With smoky vocals and anthemic energy, the song walks the line between admiration and melancholy — a reminder that growing up doesn’t always mean growing whole.

„Big Time, Baby“ fängt den bittersüßen Moment ein, wenn jemand, der einst Teil deines Lebens war, nun im grellen Rampenlicht steht. Es geht um Erfolg, Veränderung und die leise Traurigkeit darüber, dass jemand auf dem Weg nach oben ein Stück seiner Echtheit verliert. Hinter Glanz, Lächeln und großen Gesten verbirgt sich die Sehnsucht nach dem, was einmal war. Mit rauchiger Stimme und hymnischer Energie erzählt der Song von der schmalen Linie zwischen Bewunderung und Melancholie – und davon, dass Erwachsensein nicht immer Ganzsein bedeutet.

Big Time Baby

You showed up late, shades on inside
Talking like you built the east side
Told the bartender, “Put it on my name”
Like anyone here remembers the game

You used to laugh till the lights came up
Now you sip slow from a silver cup
You act like life’s one long red carpet
But who you waving at in that empty market

Big time baby, you made it, right?
Same old face under brighter lights
You got your stories, you got your style
But I ain’t seen the real you for a while

Heard you’re living somewhere by the coast
Posting sunsets, making toasts
Looks like fun, yeah, looks just fine
But your eyes still talk like they used to mine

You say, “It’s all good, I’m doing great”
But your smile’s running twenty minutes late
You keep the noise turned up too loud
Guess it helps when you miss the crowd

Big time baby, you made it, right?
Same old face under brighter lights
You got your stories, you got your style
But I ain’t seen the real you for a while

I ain’t here to call you out
Just saying, you don’t need the crown
You were golden when you were broke
Now you’re shining through the smoke

Big time baby, take a bow
You’re all grown up, look at you now
Guess the world gave you what you need
Just hope it still lets you breathe


Big Time Baby

(FREE) CITY POP x DISCO Type Beat "Lost Connection"

We crave human interaction, but we only communicate through a screen. Why are we like this.
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My world don’t sleep, it hums and spins,
I get bored and recycle sins.
Everybody talking, nobody hearing,
Empathy buffering, souls disappearing.
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Connection connection, we lost the connection
Digital media, infection infection.
believe believe, in something above.
Magical magical, emotional love.
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All my emotion is fueled by caffeine,
My dreams are cracked on a blue-lit screen.
Why why why why, why are we like this,
I lock it all up, and bond with the cannabis.
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Volume is up, Mood is fucked
Working on change, dont know whats up
Thinking too much, wish I could smile
Treading the waters, mile after mile
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Connection connection, we lost the connection
Digital media infection infection.
believe believe in something above.
Magical magical emotional love.

We Lost the Connection

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