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Careful Farewells

“Lost Without You” by Be Read is a hauntingly tender reflection on the pain of pregnancy loss and the quiet strength that follows. Through intimate lyrics and a deeply emotional production, the track navigates grief, love, and remembrance, painting a portrait of longing that resonates long after the final note. Poignant melodies blend with raw, heartfelt vocals to create a space where sorrow meets solace—a moving tribute to the lives that were deeply felt, however brief.

Lost Without You

Rede in diesem Track was mich momentan so bedrückt und ja hört es euch einfach an.

Bin mich am Verlieren (Prod by Sanche Beats)

verse 1:
back in 2015, skipping stones by the lake
laughing at stupid secrets and the jokes we would make
then my parents dropped the news like a hit to the head
fell asleep thinking of you, woke up in a plane instead
wish i fought to stay, but i froze when it came
people said it wouldn’t matter, but they didn’t know your name
kept you tucked in my chest like a bruise i wouldn’t hide
carried you through every night with your bracelet at my side, yeah


hook:
every night that he ran only sharpened the fear
every thought of her voice pulled him back to that year
should’ve spoken the truth, but he never knew how
now it rises like grief and it’s cutting him now  

every mile they crossed only twisted the knife
every dream with her face wrecks the rest of his life
should’ve freed her back then, but he never knew how
now she’s drifting like smoke and he’s breaking right now

bridge:
hey… truth be told i don't exactly know why i’m calling, but that year keeps looping in my head
y'know, the lake, and the jokes, and the way that you said my name
i thought leaving would make it fade but it didn’t
i should’ve told you how heavy it hit me. i still miss you
i just… wanted you to know
uhh, call me back when you got time


verse 2:
i’ve been pacing through the nights trying hard not to drown
counting hours till i’m standing once again in your town
you the sound on the phone that could soften my chest
every laugh on facetime felt like a place i could rest
stashed away what i could just to get on that flight
telling coworkers and friends it would all be alright
when i see you, i might cry just from losing the mask
promise me you’ll stay close, it is all that i ask

hook:
every night that he ran only sharpened the fear
every thought of her voice pulled him back to that year
should’ve spoken the truth, but he never knew how
now it rises like grief and it’s cutting him now  

every mile they crossed only twisted the knife
every dream with her face wrecks the rest of his life
should’ve freed her back then, but he never knew how
now she’s drifting like smoke and he’s breaking right now

bridge:
ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking
on behalf of the entire crew
i'd like to welcome you onboard to flight 237 with non-stop service to new York
thanks for flying with us today

outro (verse 3):
landed late in your city, heart loud on the ride
kept it quiet from you just to see your eyes wide
your parents let me in, told me they hoped i was fine
i nodded like i meant it while i practiced the line
then you walked in the room with a hand that wasn’t mine
hit me clean in the gut like i crossed the wrong line
hands shaking, heart racing, body close to collapse
“should’ve told you how i felt” hitting line after lapse, yeah


after takeoff // 2015 (prod. 4lexf)

A chillout track with dub elements about the moment someone finally walks away from a life that nearly broke her. No screaming, no theatrical posturing—just quiet strength, a good night's sleep after years of turmoil, and one lingering sentence: no more sorrow.
The dub elements are processed with a phaser to create a suffocating sound that emphasizes the situation the woman is in. 
Enjoy this one...
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Title: No More Sorrow
Lyrics and arrangement by PRF Soundscapes (All rights reserved 2025)
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In the quiet night, she made her choice
Done being broken by his heavy voice
Years of bruises buried deep inside
Tonight she breathes, no need to hide

Shaking hands, but she still goes
Walking out of what she knows

No more sorrow
No more waiting for another tomorrow
Soft but steady, she starts to believe
Leaving the one who forced her to grieve
No more sorrow
No more sorrow

Empty bottles, anger in the air
She learned his storms were never fair
Now she’s slow but finding light
Step by step into the night

Shaking hands, but she still goes
Walking out of what she knows

No more sorrow
No more waiting for another tomorrow
Soft but steady, she starts to believe
Leaving the one who forced her to grieve
No more sorrow
No more sorrow

She’s not loud, but she’s grown strong
A quiet heart that’s been hurt too long
A whisper says, “You’re worth much more”
As she slips through freedom’s door

Her breath still trembles… but she knows
Staying means fading
Leaving means no more sorrow
No more sorrow

No More Sorrow

Weeping Master

So recently my 2 youngest sisters (ages 16 and 14) went back home to live with our older sister cause they were struggling a lot with the new adjustment of living with me the past year so this song shares the pain they were experiencing.

Sisters Lost and Found

Part of the Echoes without Thunder cycle, honoring the echo of the song as much as the thunder that made it famous. 
Soldier’s Silence carries the battlefield cadence—two guitars drifting at their own pace, arpeggio ghost lantern shimmer, and drums in stage formation. 

Lyrics available in English to those interested in adding Vocals.


Soldiers Silence

atleast i have you

Maybe one day we can return to Bandit Country.

Until Then...

- Grace

My other soundcloud I lost acces too https://soundcloud.com/ryanboi23?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Charagma is a late‑life composer who began with re‑arrangements and grew into original works, weaving rustic realism and humor into every track. His archive is a living cycle of runes—each song carrying its own backstory, whether comic relief (Billy Bob and His Truck), adaptation under pressure (How Soon Is Now), or ballads of absence (Not Home for Christmas).
Raised on rhythm guitar and shaped by family influences, Charagma’s music blends classical roots, folk storytelling, and experimental twists. Genres are never fixed—they’re playful, paradoxical, and often tagged with “…ish,” because only Charagma knows where the lines truly fall.
From contrabass spikes at 20Hz to choir adaptations and rustic ballads, his work is less about perfection and more about memory, humor, and ritual. Each track is a mark left behind—a charagma—echoing both the thunder of transformation and the quiet of echoes without thunder.

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