Much appreciation for all the likes for "on_my_way." once again! Two-thirds of the way through these Alan Walker remakes, let's make like Twitch and keep this little hype-train going!!!

New music every Friday! Next week: My last remake of Alan Walker, it's gonna be "Do It All For You", arriving same time next week!
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Originally written by: Alan Walker, Anders Froen, Ella-Marie Haetta Isaksen, Fredrik Borch Olsen, James Njie, Jesper Borgen, Karra Madden, Reid Stefanick, Steve Aoki and Oyvind Sauvik
Originally produced by: Steve Aoki, Alan Walker, Big Fred (Fredrik Olsen) and James Njie

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r_u_lonely?

Har d bedre no

"Us against the night sky" is my take on the classic tale of Romeo & Juliet. A story of two star crossed lovers, set under the  northern lights in the Arctic night sky. Inspired by my beloved homeplace Lofoten in Northern Norway. 

Us against the night sky

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Før Jeg Sa Det

Føler oss Fri

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[Intro]
Bak stillheten...

[Vers 1]
Jeg sto i mørket, uten ord
Skjulte alt jeg ville si
Så på deg uten å tørre
Fryktet hva du kunne gi

[Pre-Refreng]
Du så på meg, jeg snudde meg
Men stemmen brast i natt
Alt jeg bar på, holdt jeg tilbake
I mitt eget fangenskap

[Refreng]
Bak stillheten
Skjuler jeg meg selv
Hver gang du smilte
Ble hjertet mitt et sted å gjemme

Men nå er du her
Og jeg kan ikke vente mer
Så jeg sier det nå
Du betyr alt for meg

[Vers 2]
Jeg skrev lange brev
Som aldri nådde deg
Sto utenfor døren din
Men våget ikke å gå inn

[Pre-Refreng 2]
Nå kjenner jeg en styrke
Som får meg til å si
Alt jeg har holdt skjult
Vil jeg dele med deg

[Refreng 2]
Bak stillheten
Skjuler jeg meg selv
Hver gang du smilte
Ble hjertet mitt et sted å gjemme

Men nå er du her
Og jeg kan ikke vente mer
Så jeg sier det nå
Du betyr alt for meg

[Rap Bridge]
Alt jeg ikke sa
Alt jeg skjulte
Du vet det ikke… men...

Skjulte tanker som lyn i hjernen
Netter våkne, ingen vet hva jeg bærer
Hjertet mitt slo som en tromme i krig
Men stemmen min svikta, jeg var min egen fiende

Sa "jeg har det fint", men jeg løy for meg selv
Speilet mitt knuste, jeg levde i skjell
Du var lyset, jeg var skyggen
Men jeg skreik inni, i full stillhet

Sendte ingen ord, bare blikk som brant
Hver gang du gikk forbi, holdt jeg pusten min stivt
Kunne skrive bøker om det jeg følte
Men jeg kasta pennene – redd for å bli hørt

Hørte stemmen din… i drømmen min…
Sa navnet ditt… uten lyd...

Nå står jeg her – og jeg tier ikke!
Alt jeg var, er nå det jeg skriker!
Hvis du går, vet du hvem jeg er
For nå har jeg brent hvert eneste gjerde

Inni mørket, så jeg lyset ditt klart
Og jeg nekter å flykte mer, jeg er klar!
Du var alt – og jeg var for sen
Men jeg står her nå… aldri stum igjen!

[Siste Refreng]
Bak stillheten
Skjuler jeg meg selv
Hver gang du smilte
Ble hjertet mitt et sted å gjemme

Men nå er du her
Og jeg kan ikke vente mer
Så jeg sier det nå
Du betyr alt for meg

[Outro]
Du betyr alt...
Bak stillheten...

Bak Stillheten

Hjertet Slår Fortere

Vi Var Nesten

Verse 1
Beneath the bridge where moonlight fades,
a whisper stirs the midnight shades.
Step soft, alone, near water’s edge 
his eyes gleam cold beneath the ledge.

Verse 2
They say he throws sharp stones with glee,
and laughs when fear begins to flee.
But play his game and lose your way 
you might not see another day.

Chorus
He’s the Flying Troll,
with wings of spite.
He dances low,
then strikes at night.
Not demon, ghost, nor kindly sprite 
he plays with hearts, then steals their light.
The Flying Troll…
is out of sight.

Verse 3
Some saw him twirl within the mist,
with shadowed wings and twisted wrist.
Others claim he once was child,
now cursed to roam the waters wild.

Chorus
He’s the Flying Troll,
with wings of spite.
He dances low,
then strikes at night.
Not demon, ghost, nor kindly sprite 
he plays with hearts, then steals their light.
The Flying Troll…
is out of sight.

Bridge
If you must cross the bridge alone,
bring a song or sacred tone.
Sing him peace or lullaby,
or he may claim your soul to fly.

Final Verse
And if you glimpse him in the air,
don’t scream, don’t run, don’t even stare.
The Flying Troll…
is always there.

Story
The Whispering Bridge
In a forgotten corner of the Eztai forest, where willows weep over black waters and the moon barely dares to look, rises the Whispering Bridge. No one remembers who built it, or when, but everyone knows the warning: never cross it alone, and never do so without singing.
The village elders tell that beneath that bridge lives a winged creature, known as the Flying Troll. It is not a demon, nor a ghost, nor a kind spirit. It is something worse: a broken game, a cursed laugh, a child betrayed by the light.
They say it was a boy named Ikarin, born with wings of paper and dreams of flying. But the villagers, afraid of his difference, threw him into the river on a starless night. The water did not kill him. The darkness adopted him.
Now, when the mist coils like a snake and the wind falls silent, Ikarin emerges. His wings, no longer of paper, are of shadow and resentment. It glides through the reeds, hurls sharp stones with cruel precision, and feeds on the fear that hangs in the air like perfume.
Many have tried to cross the bridge without respect. Some disappeared. Others returned with empty eyes, as if their soul had been ripped out and cast into the sky.
But there is a way to appease it. If you carry a song, a heartfelt melody, and sing it with an open heart, Ikarin might hear you. He might remember his childhood, his desire to fly without pain. He might let you pass.

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Sonic Universe 

The Flying Troll II

Story
The Song of the Flame and the Dragon
A legend of love, betrayal, and destiny, inspired by the saga of Sigurd and Brynhild
At the farthest reaches of the ancient world, where the skies curved over mountains of fire and the gods still walked among men, Sigurd, son of Sigmund, was born, destined to break curses and defy fate. Forged by the wise Regin, Sigurd wielded the sword Gram, tempered with forgotten runes and thirsting for justice.
The Dragon Fafnir
Sigurd faced the fearsome Fafnir, a dragon guarding a cursed treasure. With cunning and courage, he dug a trench, waited for the monster, and pierced it with his sword. Bathing in the dragon's blood, his skin became invulnerable… save for a blade that fell upon his back, leaving a weak spot like fate itself, always lurking.
The Meeting with Brynhild
High on a mountain surrounded by magical flames, Sigurd found Brynhild, a sleeping valkyrie, punished by Odin for defying his will. He awakened her, and a fiery love was born between them, sealed with oaths and promises of eternal fidelity. Brynhild taught him runic wisdom and the secrets of the gods. But fate, jealous of their union, wove threads of deceit.
The Betrayal of Men
Through court intrigue, Sigurd was bewitched to forget Brynhild and marry Gudrun, sister of King Gunnar. To help Gunnar win Brynhild, Sigurd took her form and crossed the flames that only he could traverse. Brynhild, deceived, married Gunnar, but when she discovered the truth, her fury was like the crackling of ruined worlds.
The Tragic End
Brynhild, consumed by grief and betrayal, plotted Sigurd's death. When he fell, murdered in his bed, the world seemed to stop. Brynhild, unable to live without him, threw herself onto the funeral pyre, and together they burned like shooting stars, crossing the firmament toward the halls of the dead.
The Echo of Legend
It is said that on stormy nights, lightning flashes are the clash of their souls, and that in the dreams of poets, Brynhild still rides through the flames, seeking the only one she could love without fear.

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Sigurd and Brynhild

-- Creating melodies that tell stories. 🎶✨--

Record Vill Project comes from the most honest part of me ❤️: a place where every note grows with honesty, humility, and deep respect 🙏. There are no masks 🎭 or big goals 🎯 here—just a true wish to share what I feel, just as I am. 🌱

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There are songs that aren't just heard... they are remembered like a dream or felt like a ritual.
I am J. Bilbao, creator of worlds where music intertwines with Basque and international legends, forgotten constellations, and stories you may have never heard. Every note I compose, every word I write, is born from a cross between the ancestral and the futuristic.

🎶 I'm arranging and uploading to the Sonic Universe space all my compositions from the last twenty-five years (2000-2025), +1000 original Soundtracks explore everything "Sonic Universe" & "Symphony"...

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If you've ever been moved by a story that seemed written for you, if you've ever felt like a melody spoke to you from another time or planet... then this space is yours too.

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Singer/songwriter from Lofoten, Northern Norway. Based in Drammen.
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