“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

Stone of the Nine Worlds

Ashes of the Longship

The Wolf and the Fjord

Blood on the Ice

Ashes of the First Command

The Raven’s Feast

The Flame That Does Not Bow

This song is an interpretation of “Shake the Dust,” the powerful spoken-word poem by Anis Mojgani. It’s a letter to the overlooked — the tired, the shy, the broken, the dreamers... Each line is a reminder that a hand can reach out to every corner of forgotten humanity.
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LYRICS:
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This one is for the fat girls
This one is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps 
And for the childhood bullies 
That tormented them

For the former prom queen 
And for the milk crate ballplayers

For the nighttime cereal eaters 
And for the retired elderly Wal-Mart 
Store front door greeters...

Shake the Dust

This is for the benches 
And the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers driving 
A million broken hymns

For the men who have to hold down 
Three jobs simply to hold up their children

For the night schoolers 
And for the midnight bike riders 
Trying to fly...

Shake the Dust

For the 2-year-olds 
Who cannot be understood 
Because they speak half-English 
And half-God...

Shake the Dust

For the boys 
With the beautiful sisters...

Shake the Dust

For the girls 
With the brothers 
Who are going crazy

For those gym class wallflowers
For the 12-year-olds 
Afraid of taking public showers

For the kid who’s always late 
To class because he forgets 
The combination to his lockers

For the girl 
Who loves 
Somebody else...

Shake the Dust

This is for the hard men who want love 
But know that it won’t come
The ones the amendments 
Do not stand up for

For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak 
Only when you are spoken to 
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So you do not forget yourself
Do not let a moment go by 
That doesn’t remind you 
That your heart beats 
A hundred thousand times a day

And that there are enough 
Gallons of blood 
To make every one of us oceans

Do not settle 
For letting these waves settle
And for the dust 

To collect in your veins

This is for the celibate pedophile 
Who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers 
And for the people 
Who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips off of 
Mick Jagger’s singing lips
For the shaking skirt 
On Tina Turner’s shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells 
Through which Tina has lived

This is for the tired 
And for the dreamers
For the families 
That will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners 
And sons like Wally and the Beaver

This is for the bigots
For the sexist
For the killers
For the big house 
Jail-sentenced cats 
Becoming redeemers
And for the springtime 
That always seems to know 
To show up after every single winter

This is for you

This is for you

Make sure that by the time 
The fisherman returns 
You are gone

Because just like the days
I burn at both ends 
And every time I write
Every time I open my eyes
I am cutting out parts of myself 
Just to give them to you

So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do

For none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you

So grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And hop on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off
Shake it again

For this is yours

Make these words worth it
Make this not just 
Another poem that I write
Not just another poem 
Like just another night
That sits heavy above us all
Walk into it
Breath it in
Let it crash 
Though the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years 
Of millions of poets 
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing
Making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks 
At your front door
Clutch the knob tightly 
And open on up
And run forward 
Into its widespread open arms
With your hands in front of you

Fingertips trembling 
Though they may be
May be

May be...
May be...
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe

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SHAKE THE DUST

A Reminder That Weirdness Is Wellness.

A SPRiNG IN MY HEAD is a deliriously joyful burst of surreal rock energy — a cartoon daydream wrapped in fuzzed-out guitars, lo-fi synth squeaks, and a voice that just can’t sit still. It’s what happens when imagination forgets its seatbelt and goes flying across the dashboard of reality.

Part sing-along, part spoken-word meltdown, part toy-piano tornado, this bouncy brain-boing anthem lives somewhere between vintage garage pop and Saturday-morning psychedelia. Tap your toes, lose your logic, and let the SPROiNG take over.


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

Cover Art by _spikerr_ featuring Benchpress Bob
Original Aert by Michael Lemmer

A Spring In My Head
Sprung Sometime Last Spring
But That Spring I Thought Sprung
'Twas All In My Head
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Follow The Signal

A SPRiNG IN MY HEAD

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The song is a dramatic and cinematic rock ballad, blending elements of post-rock, spoken word, and emotional alternative rock. Its verses speak about guilt, pain, responsibility, and forgiveness. The narrative follows the point of view of a man who causes an accident while driving drunk and flees the scene. Haunted by remorse, he spirals into a devastating process of regret until, through an unexpected gesture by the victim’s mother, he finds a chance for transformation.

Never run from myself again

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.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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