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

A cup of coffee cold
And I forgot my keys
I need a double espresso with cream

'Cause Monday is the worst day
'Cause Monday is the worst day
'Cause Monday is the worst day
But it's fine
It's fine

I'll call my boss and say I'm sick
And I'll call my friends
Let's go to the beach
I need a cocktail with rum

'Cause Monday is the worst day
'Cause Monday is the worst day
'Cause Monday is the worst day
But it's fine
It's fine

We'll dance on the sand
And we'll make a fire
We'll forget about the problems we had

'Cause Monday is the worst day
'Cause Monday is the worst day
'Cause Monday is the worst day
But it's fine
It's fine


Monday Is the Worst Day

You could tell me anything
And I would believe you
'Cause I wanna believe you
It doesn't make sense
We could lose everything
And I wouldn't leave you
'Cause I don't wanna leave you
It doesn't make sense

I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense

You could take all my friends
I would still forgive you
'Cause I wanna forgive you
It doesn't make sense
You could fuck her again
And I wouldn't kill you
'Cause I don't wanna kill you
It doesn't make sense

I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense

I will stay with you
I will play with you
I will laugh with you
I will cry with you
I will eat with you
I will sleep with you
I will be with you
I will die with you
I will stay with you
I will play with you
I will laugh with you
I will cry with you
I will eat with you
I will sleep with you
I will be with you
I will die with you

I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense
I could pretend
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't make sense

It Doesn't Make Sense

Late hours, city hum,
Your voice echo in my mind.
You draw me close, slow touch,
Healing every hurt left behind.

No shadows ‘round your name,
Only warmth where fear had been.
Your breath — like medicine,
A remedy sweet on my skin.

I was lost in silent ache,
‘Til you came and softly spoke.
Now my heart’s a flame awake,
In your love, I find my hope.

Stay with me through the night,
Whisper soft, hold me tight.
You’re my cure, you're my light,
My remedy in the fight.

Stay with me ‘til the dawn,
Pull me close, it’s where I belong.
In your arms I grow strong,
My midnight remedy, our song.

Moonlight dancing on your skin,
I trace maps of where I’ve been.
Your laughter colors all my pain,
Turns tears into tender rain.

We don’t need grand declarations,
Just truth in our slow conversations.
No pretense — just honest tone,
Two hearts finding home.

I was lost in silent ache,
‘Til you came and softly spoke.
Now my heart’s a flame awake,
In your love, I find my hope.

Stay with me through the night,
Whisper soft, hold me tight.
You’re my cure, you're my light,
My remedy in the fight.

Stay with me ‘til the dawn,
Pull me close, it’s where I belong.
In your arms I grow strong,
My midnight remedy, our song.

Let me bathe in your calm,
Let your breath be my psalm.
We’ll walk this road, hand in hand,
In your love — I understand.

Stay with me through the night,
Whisper soft, hold me tight.
You’re my cure, you're my light,
My remedy in the fight.

Stay with me ‘til the dawn,
Pull me close, forever drawn.
In your arms I grow strong,
Midnight remedy — our song.


I find my hope (Lovers Rock reload)

Door unlatches, thunder grins—
Footsteps in the hallway, cold air spins.
Clock hits midnight, windows bruise…
Something in the dark says, “I choose.”

Streetlight flicker on a broken beat,
Shadow wearing somebody’s feet.
Graveyard perfume in the radio rain,
Fingernails counting down my name.
Neighbors vanish from the picture frame,
Zombies learning all our games.

I hear a whisper through the keyhole wall,
If I dare to look—will I see them all?

Voodoo, do you?
Call my pulse from the other side.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the living in me hide.
Voodoo, do you?
Turn my breath to colored dread—
I’m cyber awake and cemetery-led.

Phone lights up with a stranger’s face,
Same cold smile in a thousand places.
Hands on glass like a museum heart,
Beats on display, won’t fall apart.
Street drums echo from the tunnel’s throat,
March of the midnight antidote.

Curtains shake like a seance thread,
Who wrote my name in the fog, blood-red?

Voodoo, do you?
Call my pulse from the other side.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the living in me hide.
Voodoo, do you?
Turn my breath to colored dread—
I’m cyber awake and cemetery-led.

Hush… the stairwell counts your bones by twos.
Masks remember faces; faces forget the truth.
When the ground exhales, the quiet learns to crawl.
If your heart goes missing, did you lend it… or did they take it all?

Voodoo, do you?
Steal my step and stage my fear.
Voodoo, do you?
Make the dead dance, draw them near.
Voodoo, do you?
Tie my shadow to your thread—
I’m cyber alive and physically dead.
Voodoo, do you? (say it)
Voodoo, do you? (pray it)
Voodoo, do you? (play it)
Till the sunrise breaks my head.

Latch clicks closed—nothing in sight.
But the floorboards keep the bite.
Somewhere past the street’s last tone,
Something hums, “You’re never alone.”

Voodoo, do you ?

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.

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