[Verse 1]
You got a push, no one chooses, but here you stand.
You’re a ghost, not real, welcome to Limbo Land,
We've stolen the years, the love, the light,
Torn from your life, now lost in night.

You once had dreams, a future bright,
But now you’re trapped in endless night.

[Verse 2]
They say you'll heal, that time will mend,
But they don’t know this journey’s end.
You’re left with fragments, memories torn,
In a life where only ghosts are born.

We took your love, your hopes, your light,
Left you alone in endless night.
The future you saw, now turned to dust,
In Limbo Land, where nothing’s just.

[Chorus]
Limbo Limbo Land, where shadows reign,
Where love is lost, and so is pain.
You’re half alive, in a shattered scheme,
A prisoner now, of a broken dream.

[Bridge]
Why do they try to understand?
This pain that few could ever withstand.
It wasn’t a friend, or distant kin,
It was your heart, your everything within.

You wake each day, a life in shards,
No solace found in simple cards.
They tell you to live, to carry on,
But how, when the light of your life is gone?

[Chorus]
Limbo Limbo Land, where shadows reign,
Where love is lost, and so is pain.
You’re half alive, in a shattered scheme,
A prisoner now, of a broken dream.

Limbo-Limbo Land

Daylight’s a ghost town, I’m just a shade,
A glitch in the matrix, where I start to fade.
Words, like bullets, they pierce my skin,
But the night’s a black hole, where I slip in.
The streets of the night, where I can roam,
A place where I don’t feel so alone.

Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,
Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night.

A walking corpse, that’s what they see,
But under the streetlights, I’m wild and free.
The city hums a silent lullaby,
A neon dream, where I can fly.
No more hiding, no more shame,
Just a blur of lights, in a different game.

Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,
Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,

In the shadows, I find my voice,
A rebel heart, a defiant choice.
No more pain, no more fear,
Just a nocturnal warrior, crystal clear.

Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,
Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night.

Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,
Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night.

Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,
Woh, oh-oh, I’ll come out alright.
Woh, oh-oh, maybe I’ll stay over night,
Woh, oh-oh, with you by my side.

Woh, oh-oh, on the streets of the night,
Woh, oh-oh, I’ll come out alright.
Woh, oh-oh, maybe I’ll stay over night,
Woh, oh-oh, with you by my side.

On The Streets Of The Night [Edit]

She Walk The Stage [Edit]

[Verse]
I fell from the sky with no place to land
Thrown to the world with no guiding hand
The lights are too bright, and the crowd is too loud
But here I stand, alone in the crowd
 
[Chorus]
Cast out, fallen on the stage
No lines to read, no words to cage
The world’s a play, but I’m unprepared
I stand exposed, but I’m not scared

[Verse]
I search for a script, but the page is bare
The audience waits, but they’re unaware
Every move I make, a step in the dark
But I’ve found a spark, I’ve found my mark

[Chorus] 
Cast out, fallen on the stage
No lines to read, no words to cage
The world’s a play, but I’m unprepared
I stand exposed, but I’m not scared

[Bridge]
I thought I was lost, thrown out to fall
But now I see I can rise through it all
The script is mine, the stage is set
I’ll write the lines they won’t forget

[Chorus]
Cast out, fallen on the stage
No lines to read, no words to cage
The world’s a play, but I’m unprepared
I stand exposed, but I’m not scared

I Fell From The Sky

Lost My Way In The Swirling Wind

Mesmerizing Girl [Extended Version]

Ramiona pod brzuchem pytań czuję rwące
Pod brzuchem pytań czuję rwące ramiona

Uważa się za właściciela korytarzy
i kominów bez chmur w płachtach czarnych
co raz się prostują a raz wracają echem
trzaskających skrzydeł powybijanych szyb
z częścią kruszonki miażdżonej dachówki
czerwonego pyłu skapującego niewygodnie 
w martwe szkielety o których zapomniał
przecież jesienią się nie będzie wracał
po gałęzie puste od łez i reklamówek

miał szczęście i cztery strony z horyzontem
od myśli wpatrzonych w aluminiowe cisze
gwiżdżące szparami niedomkniętych drzwi
do ogrodu lub bliżej sadzy tej bez chorągwi
obłoków ulepionych bałwanów ciągłego strachu
przed bielą i kawałkiem własnego cienia
zdmuchniętego wolnością naturalnych potrzeb
na łopot i szkwał walczących burz skrajnego
przesilenia się prądów splątanych uczuć

znad Syberii lub Arktyki przymykam oczy
plecami do kierunku spodziewanych uderzeń
i zmierzwionych włosów miedzy palcami
lęku i bezsilności

Cóż, nie jestem pewien, ale powiedziano mi,
że ona wypieka ciasta wewnątrz naszych dusz...
Pozostałem przytomny, mimo krótkiej drzemki
odzyskałem swoje butelki, kapsle i nakrętki.

Rozbiły się na asfaltowych łąkach,
po których chodziłem na boso.
Pękły jak diagnozy betonowej codzienności...
Nie potrzebuję, byś mówiła mi, że nie jestem kotem!

Załapałem się na przejażdżkę z Tobą,
i złapaliśmy trochę wiatru w żagle...
Byłaś moją faktczekerką, prowadziłaś
swój pług przez mauzoleum fejków.

Rytmiczna lekkość i pogodne melodie
wymownie kontrastują z masakrą
z tysiąc osiemset sześćdziesiątego czwartego roku,
która miała miejsce nad Sand Creek

Nocą pływaliśmy w jeziorze
i zmyliśmy brud z naszych intencji...
Na kanale gadali o „złych” wynalazkach,
wypalałaś mi wtedy na brzuchu kształt żelazka

Asfaltowe łąki wydają się być czytelną metaforą,
która służy za oś dla dziesiątego albumu Death Cab for Cutie.

Rytmiczna lekkość i pogodne melodie
wymownie kontrastują z krytycznymi diagnozami
betonowej codzienności. Znalazłem tu wiele odniesień,
od beatlesowego Sierżanta Pieprza
po masakrę nad Sand Creek...

* ** **** [outro] ***

Well, I ain't sure, but I've been told
He's baking cakes inside our souls...

Byłaś moją fact-checkerką, prowadziłaś swój pług przez mauzoleum fejków

Looms

Rise [I See A Girl Undone]

Return Ticket
[Verse]
I found the lost girl
In shadows where dreams swirl
[Chorus]
The love we thought was gone, she's here
The love we thought was gone, she's near
[Verse]
She's wrapped in silver veils
Her whispers tell true tales
[Chorus]
The love we thought was gone, she's here
The love we thought was gone, she's near
[Bridge]
Through echoes calling out
Our hearts reaching about
Through echoes calling out
Feelings out and about
[Chorus]
The love we thought was gone, she's here
The love we thought was gone, she's near
[Outro]
And now, she
she, shine on
now she,
shine on
She got the return ticket
from the blue.
How about you,
are you coming too?

Return Ticket

Arrangement of the Ray Davies song from the Kinks' album Preservation Act, in an arrangement for Brass Quintet, from a live performance of "Election Cycle" for Brass Quintet and two Actors (Brian Burman).

Money and Corruption, I'm Your Man

Fire [Walk With Me]: A Tribute to David Lynch

This song, Fire [Walk With Me], is our heartfelt tribute to the legendary David Lynch, a creative force who shaped generations of storytellers, dreamers, and visionaries.

David Lynch didn’t just create films—he opened doors into dimensions we didn’t know existed. His work blurred the lines between the real and the surreal, between beauty and terror, showing us that art could be as enigmatic as our own subconscious. From the haunting streets of Eraserhead to the red-curtained mysteries of Twin Peaks, Lynch crafted worlds that inspired us to explore the uncharted depths of our creativity.

This song is for Lynch, the dreamer who dared us all to dream bigger, stranger, and braver. Thank you, David, for showing us that the doors to creativity are endless and for giving us the courage to walk through them, fire in hand.

Fire [Walk With Me]

Live Recordings from Jan 11 performance at Bar Freda in Ridgewood, New York.  All songs original unless noted as covers!

The Arena (Bar Freda Jan 11, 2025)

The first EP release from the creative collective Tora Luna! 

Springtide Moonride

Venus, Temptress

Now that the world is definitively in the hands of genocidal murderers intent only on wiping out humanity, it's time to connect with people and fight this pandemic of hatred and intolerance. I don't know how we're going to do it yet, but it's necessary to wake up from the nightmare they want to plunge us into. We need much more than a survival kit; we need to regain our consciousness.

Ahora que definitivamente el mundo está en manos de asesinos genocidas que solo pretenden acabar con la humanidad, es hora de conectar con la gente y luchar contra esta pandemia de odio e intolerancia. Aún no se como lo vamos a hacer, pero es necesario despertar de la pesadilla en la que nos quieren sumergir. Necesitamos mucho más que un kit de supervivencia, necesitamos recuperar la conciencia.

Best moments are lived, not captured

[Verse 1]
Can you hear the sirens hum?
Under towers made of steel and drum
Missiles sleeping in their case
While children trace the war god’s face
Neon lights disguise the threat
In quiet rooms, the deals are set

[Pre-Chorus]
Do we dare to cross that line?
Trade the fire for something kind?
Where silence speaks in loaded terms
And kindness is the first to burn

[Chorus]
Drones above, hearts below
Futures sold in afterglow
The world rewinds with fatal grace
We slow-dance in a warlord's place
Do we dare to cross that line?
Or let the trigger write the rhyme?

[Verse 2]
Rhythms mimic marching feet
Newsfeeds loop what none repeat
They raise the flag, we dim the light
And dream in shadows, out of sight
Sparks of peace beneath the dust
Left to rust, or left to trust?

[Chorus]
Drones above, hearts below
Futures sold in afterglow
The world rewinds with fatal grace
We slow-dance in a warlord's place
Do we dare to cross that line?
Or let the trigger write the rhyme?

[Verse 3]
What if the line was never real –
just shadows cast by power's wheel?
What if the noise, the flags, the flame,
were all just masks to dodge the blame?
We bury hope beneath the tech,
trade soft hands for coded wrecks.

[Verse 4/Outro]
Still, in the quiet, there's a glow,
a thread of peace we used to know.
No anthem loud, no marching pride –
just one more chance we brushed aside.
Do we dare to cross that line?
Or watch the end in perfect time?

Do We Dare To Cross That Line [Eli]

The Gods looked down from their mountain and shrugged (Snippet)

Brooklyn based multimedia artist and musician making stripped down folk rock

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

Writes original song lyrics and takes custom lyric requests under the artist name Meo Wibe. This platform is also home to the creative collaborations of the Psychonaut Collective (Meo and The Psychonauts). Thank you for your support and appreciation.

Brian Burman has been composing music for Film & Stage for about 20 years. He also is a film editor, director and hovercraft enthusiast.

Our music is made in the studio but in an organic way, based on improvisation, concentration and the artisanal composition of each track, using little or no help from artificial intelligence. It is not our goal to be a mass product, to have thousands of likes or false reproductions, but to reach a community of creators who believe that music can be made honestly from simple human creativity. 
Artificially created music is vulgarizing it, turning it into a worthless product, only destined to fill the lives of generations who in the end will not know the magic of its creation or its execution with cheap background noise. 
FFA are not an example of anything, but we believe that we should warn about the direction that technology is taking with respect to art. We respect all opinions and surely history will bury us in the past, but this is our position.

Hi, we’re Alex and Dom. In an alternate universe we’d have pursued being staff writers in Motown or Nashville. But after spending a couple of years co-writing with scores of people, we got bored of seeing dozens of songs get stuck on hold and left unreleased. We believed that the songs we were writing deserved to be heard as we knew they could put a smile on someone’s face or a spring in their step. So Tora Luna was born - two songwriters collaborating with other talented musicians to ensure that our music gets out into the world! We hope you enjoy what you hear! :)

New tracks tagged #chamber rock