A nostalgic waltz for the masks we outgrow. “Farewell to My Clowns” captures the ache of letting go — of lies, habits, and selves that once kept us safe but now hold us back. It’s a darkly beautiful goodbye to what we’ve been, and a trembling step toward who we truly are. That bittersweet balance between grief and liberation defines the soul of your song. Gothic Symphonic / Dark Folk / Operatic Waltz anchored in Symbolist / Decadent Poetry. Video clips in pre release: 
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Farewell to silent years,
To hearts that never bled.
I lived among my clowns,
Where love was left unsaid.

Burn the veil, break the chain,
Let the calm be gone, embrace the pain.
Claim the dark, though I may fall —
I’ll light the flame against the wall.

The fire inside still trembles,
The calm I can’t regain.
The dark keeps calling softly,
Through hurt, through loss, through flame.

They painted smiles around me,
Their laughter filled the air.
But every cheer grew hollow,
And I was never there.

Burn the veil, break the chain,
Let the calm be gone, embrace the pain.
Claim the dark, though I may fall —
I’ll light the flame against the wall.

Each joy is wrapped in sorrow,
Each tear a borrowed song.
The night still keeps my secrets,
And holds them all too long.

Let wolves lament my rest,
Let demons guard my breath.
There’s no mercy in the dawn —
Farewell, my jest, my death.

Burn the veil, break the chain,
Let the calm be gone, embrace the pain.
Claim the dark, though I may fall —
I’ll light the flame against the wall.

Farewell to my clowns

Heat welds gum to the sidewalk, lipstick smeared on chrome,
Marquee grins like bad teeth, silk legs on loan,
He sleeps in his car with a guitar and a rearview shrine,
Maps folded on dead ends and a tape deck coughing time.
Streetlight flickers like breath in a drowning lung,
Agent on the corner saying, Kid, you’re too young.
But the mirror shows every unpaid mile,
And the lines all rehearsed like a man on trial.

Headshots pinned like bugs under glass,
Smiles stapled to a future already past.

Welcome to Palm Row, where your name stains tar,
Gold melted down, pawned for a shot of fame.
Each star chaser, another canceled show
Knees split open in the promise glow —
Palm Row.

Cheap motel halo buzzing red and blue,
Perfume masking sweat and last night’s cue.
She paints her mouth like a wound on fire,
Says Hollywood don’t love, it just hires.
Sirens glow on streets slicked hard with sin,
Couple in the diner trading dimes for skin.
Burnt script ash on cracked tile floors,
Smoke slipping out through the back door.

Billboards mock like a final blow,
Looking down on the broken dreams below.

Welcome to Palm Row, where the night chews shine,
Silver screen lies on dotted lines.
Every heartbeat a debt you owe,
And the rent comes due down Palm Row.

Welcome to Palm Row, where angels learn to rust,
Sequins in the gutter, diamonds in dust.
You chase the light till your ribs go cold,
Left out of breath on Palm Row.


Palm Row (Lane)

Palm Row (Rue Noire)

Palm Row (Drive)

Palm Row (Dead End)

Palm Row (Esplanade)

Palm Row (Promenade)

Palm Row (Alley)

Palm Row (Boulevard)

Palm Row (Strasse)

🖤 Wild.Era is a genre-bending project that explores the beauty of darkness through sound (AI-assisted). Blending gothic folk, dark blues, alternative rock, and cinematic undertones, the music creates immersive worlds where shadow and light coexist. At the heart of Wild.Era lies an emotional hybrid: sadness that feels like a gentle hand on the shoulder, darkness warmed by a small ember, and loneliness that quietly whispers “I’ve been there too.” It isn’t depressing. It isn’t dramatic. It’s human.

Guided by raw emotion and shaped through experimentation, each song becomes a poetic journey. The lyrics echo the spirit of decadent and symbolist voices such as Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Wilde, D’Annunzio, legends who transformed shadow into illumination. Wild.Era carries that same torch: melancholy turned into meaning, tiredness turned into truth, and struggle turned into something beautifully alive.

If you’re drawn to haunting melodies, intimate lyricism, and music that lives between light and ruin, step deeper into the Wild.Era.

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