Look To The Skies

These songs are about three brothers each raised by different animals. all three are biologically human, their "sons" in an illustrative sense ;p

son of lizards

son of apes

You shut the door, I heard it slam
Every echo says “I’m not your plan”
Band posters ripped from my wall
Bedroom silence louder than it all

I can’t pretend I’m fine tonight
Every glance just cuts like knives

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear
You tore me down, I’m drowning here
Bruises of my youth, they never heal
I’m shouting loud, but you don’t feel

Crowded halls, their stares ignite
Every secret spilling in the night
Notes I find still smell like you
Every word is poison breaking through

I can’t pretend I’m fine tonight
Every glance just cuts like knives

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear
You tore me down, I’m drowning here
Bruises of my youth, they never heal
I’m shouting loud, but you don’t feel

Saturday the lights went dim
Every song still drags me in
Plastic cups and shattered phones
Nothing feels like home alone

I can’t pretend I’m fine tonight
Every glance just cuts like knives

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear
You tore me down, I’m drowning here
Bruises of my youth, they never heal
I’m shouting loud, but you don’t feel

Call me bitter, call me fake
All I give is all you take
Paint my nails to hide the pain
Colors drip, it’s all the same

Look me in the eye, don’t disappear
You tore me down, I’m drowning here
Bruises of my youth, they never heal
I’m shouting loud, but you don’t feel
Look me in the eye, don’t disappear
You tore me down, I’m drowning here

You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…
You don’t feel…

Look me in the eye

I don’t care about the fame
Or the money, or my name
All the whispers that they say
Fade away, they fade away

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

All the things that don’t exist
In the world, the universe
They don’t matter in the end
That’s a blessing, not a curse

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I’m not chasing what they chase
I just found my better place
I’m not running from the night
I’m just shining in the light

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I'm just happy (Pure Rock reload)

You taste like the fix I swear I’d quit
Slow burn under my skin
Your shadow hits harder than your hands
Pull me where I can’t begin

I take you in like medicine gone wrong
You linger sharp in my chest
Every lie you leave on my tongue
Feels sweeter than the rest

Drag me back
To the room we never clean
Break me black
With the comfort in your scream
Drag me back
I don’t want the light you bring
I want the part
That makes my heartbeat sting

Your whisper cuts deeper than your teeth
You bruise me soft like wine
I fall the moment you breathe
And crash where our poisons align

I know it’s wrong
But you fit where the damage belongs
I know it’s late
But I crave what I fear to taste

Drag me back
To the room we never clean
Break me black
With the comfort in your scream
Drag me back
I don’t want the light you bring
I want the part
That makes my heartbeat sting


Drag me back

Melodious Points Of Light Made Music...

'spirits in time' drifts through the hallway between memory and dream — a post-folk vaporwave hymn built from whispered poems, soft guitars, and ghosted light.

Acoustic fingerpicking and brushed drums keep a human heartbeat while hazy pads, reverse-reverb swells, and bell-like sparkles melt the edges of the room. The vocal stays close and intimate, carrying lines straight from Michael Lemmer’s poem: spirits wafting through tatters of tears, birds swimming through sight, new lives intertwining with vintage skins of wine.

The chorus blooms like a moonlit echo — “Spirits in time… singing dreams, we howl with the moon” — looping back on itself like reflections in an endless mirror. It feels timeless, weightless, and a little bit lost in the best way: all of us mixed up together, moving through the night.


Written and Produced by Michael Lemmer for AMOR*LEBEN*TODO
Performed by _eflethinv_

Cover Art by _spikerr_


Original Aert by Michael Lemmer for ALL MiXED UP RADiO

*SPiRiTS*IN*TiME*

We Spirits in Time Waft Through Wispy Tatters of Tears & Fragments of Notes That Hang Through Thin Air Plying Our Moments with Melodious Points of Light Made Music As We Silently Celebrate & Magnificently Mourn Things We Share & Get All Mixed Up ~ ~ ~ * 
sîngîng dreams 
we howl wîth 
the moon~~* 
sounds sweet 
waves bleed 
from blooms 
that blossom 
from deep 
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grounds 
touchîng 
waters we 
stîll see 
twîrling the 
tunes whîch 
twîne 
through 
tall trees 
that tremble 
whîle bîrds 
swîm înto 
our sîght 
tellîng tales 
of tîmes 
past then 
touchîng 
here to 
thîs found 
now rîght 
as we all 
just get 
even more 
all Mîxed up 
throughout 
thîs 
night~~* 

Follow The Signal

spirits in time

Engines hum beneath the crimson sky
We found the place where the shadows lie

Engines roar under crimson skies, the bar is open, the neon sign
Lucifer’s joint with a whiskey grin, the night begins, the legends walk in
Janis sang with a flame in her eyes, Hendrix bent his licks into lightning skies
Bowie painted stars in red, Cobain laughed and said the dream’s not dead
And in that haze the legend calls, they broke the spell beyond these walls

Heaven? Hell no, it’s boring
All the good people are in hell
Heaven? Hell no, no snoring
Kick the door, ring the bell
Legend voices in the firelight tell
That the road less travelled wears them well

Elvis shook the firelight stage, Morrison roared from his iron cage
Lemmy dealt the cards by neon flame, Cash sang “burn that name” in midnight rain
Tina strutted with a devil’s grin, Lou Reed whispered “walk on in”
All the legends broke their spell, now they headline where the shadows dwell
And down in hell the music roars, the underground is where the legend soars

Heaven? Hell no, it’s boring
All the good people are in hell
Heaven? Hell no, no snoring
Kick the door, ring the bell
Legend whispers in the after-burn of sound
We found the place where the lost are found

Highway flames and a rock n roll yell
See you tonight where the echoes swell
No halos here, just groove and gas
In the after-hell we raise our glass
Legend lives where the angels flee
We’ll ride the night and stay free

Heaven? Hell no, it’s boring
All the good people are in hell
Sing it loud, no more snoring
All the good people are in hell
Heaven? Hell no, keep roaring
Turn it up, break that spell
Legend souls where the fire fell
Heaven? Hell no, it’s glorious
All the good people live in hell

All the good people are in hell (Folk Pop reload)

Will - (born 04.27.1998)
real human musician [self-taught]
~rock and roll music genre~
Earth, North America, Colorado, 970.
feedback appreciated
on other platforms [and in real life] as William Arthur Hayden.
Ecclesiastes 5.18 (NASB, 1995)
🛟

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

AMOR*LEBEN*TODO
Music, Mystery, and the Multiverse of Michael Lemmer

Somewhere between a mountain echo and a memory of the future, AMOR*LEBEN*TODO hums.
It’s not just a label — it’s a living signal. A constellation of songs, poems, and visions beamed from the heart of the Rockies into every corner of the cloud.

This SoundCloud page is a crossroads — a place for wanderers and one-offs, sonic sketches and stray transmissions. Here drift fragments of the greater work: folk and funk, dream and data, dub and dawnlight. Every sound is part of a larger conversation — between art and accident, code and spirit, love and the long road home.

Founded by artist-producer Michael Lemmer, AMOR*LEBEN*TODO carries a simple mission: to keep the signal alive. The music, the words, the images — all vibrate from the same pulse. A celebration of life, love, and the strange electric hum that connects it all.

Tune in, drift wide, and listen closely.
Every track is a little transmission from the in-between.

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