This track drifts through a quiet, rain-soaked moment—standing at a bus stop where memories linger longer than people do. It moves between scenes of everyday life that suddenly feel loaded with meaning: a stranger passing by, a dog pausing as if it knows more than it should, a flickering kiosk light, and the soft ache of something that once was. The story unfolds in snapshots of letting go, wondering who now hears the stories that once belonged to two. With a warm, reflective tone, the song captures that bittersweet space between departure and acceptance, between what stays behind and what finally moves on.

Der Song wandert durch einen stillen, verregneten Moment - an einer Haltestelle, an der Erinnerungen länger verweilen als Menschen. Er zeigt kleine Alltagsszenen, die plötzlich voller Bedeutung sind: ein vorbeigehender Fremder, ein Hund, der kurz stehen bleibt, ein flackerndes Kiosklicht und das leise Ziehen von etwas Vergangenem. Die Geschichte erzählt sich in Momentaufnahmen des Loslassens und fragt, wem die eigenen Geschichten nun gehören. Mit einem warmen, nachdenklichen Ton fängt der Song die bittersüße Zwischenwelt ein—zwischen Abschied und Ankommen, zwischen dem, was bleibt, und dem, was weiterzieht.

An der Haltestelle

[Verse 1]
Regen klopft Morsezeichen an mein Fenster
Jalousien malen Zebrastreifen auf mein Gesicht
Ein Teller zerbricht
Stört mich nicht
Stört mich alles nicht
Ich geh vor die Tür...

[Verse 2]
Die Schaukel an der Ecke singt ein rostiges Lied
Einkaufswagen in Reih und Glied
Ein Fremder sieht mich und nickt im Gehen
Als würde er auch nur irgendwas verstehen

[Chorus]
An der Haltestelle wartet nur noch der Wind
Seit wir beide Geschichte sind
Ein Hund streunt vorbei und bleibt kurz stehn
Als würde er warten, bis wir uns wiedersehn
Ein Kiosklicht flackert - und geht wieder aus
Und ich?
Ich geh nach Haus

[Spoken]
Und frag mich...

[Hook]
Wem erzählst du deine Geschichten?
Für wen lächelst du heute Nacht?
Wer trägt deine Jacke durch den Regen?
Mit wem hast du den Abend verbracht?

[Spoken]
Soviel ist sicher...

[Chorus]
An der Haltestelle wartet nur noch der Wind
Seit wir beide Geschichte sind
Ein Hund streunt vorbei und bleibt kurz stehn
Als ob er erwartet, dass wir uns wiedersehn
Kiosklicht flackert, geht wieder aus
Ich geh nach Haus

Und du bist raus


An der Haltestelle

It’s Okay is a haunting ambient ballad—slow, cinematic, and intimate. Breathless falsetto vocals drift over reverb-heavy piano and ghostly pads, tracing memories of childhood, grief, and quiet resilience. Midway through, a dramatic electric guitar swell rises like dust in a chapel, speaking what words couldn’t. No pop polish, no rock grit—just whispered nostalgia and emotional restraint.
For anyone who’s ever learned to sit with silence and not flinch


It’s okay.

This track dives straight into the moment when clarity finally cuts through the haze. It’s about wanting the truth — even when it stings — because holding onto “maybe” hurts more than hearing what’s real. The song follows the tension of someone stuck in circles, waiting for honesty that never comes, until the realization lands: the love they hoped for just isn’t there. But instead of breaking down, the story leans into a raw kind of strength — facing the truth, letting go, and reclaiming dignity with a mix of frustration, humor, and self-respect. A soundtrack for anyone who’s done being kept in the dark.

Dieser Song springt mitten in den Moment, in dem Klarheit endlich durch den Nebel bricht. Es geht darum, die Wahrheit hören zu wollen — selbst wenn sie wehtut — weil ein „Vielleicht“ am Ende mehr schmerzt als ehrliche Worte. Der Track begleitet die Spannung eines Menschen, der immer wieder im Kreis läuft, auf Ehrlichkeit wartet, die nie kommt, bis die Erkenntnis einschlägt: Die Liebe, auf die er gehofft hat, gibt es nicht. Doch statt zusammenzubrechen, entsteht daraus eine rohe Stärke — der Mut, der Wahrheit ins Auge zu sehen, loszulassen und sich seinen Stolz zurückzuholen, mit einer Mischung aus Frust, Humor und Selbstachtung. Ein Song für alle, die genug davon haben, im Dunkeln gehalten zu werden.

Klartext, Baby!

Jetzt sag schon endlich, was du denkst 
Warum du mit mir nur Zeit verschenkst
Raus damit oder schweig halt für immer
Denn eins ist sicher:
S‘ wird eh nicht mehr schlimmer

Geh doch, wenn du gehen willst
Sags mir einfach
Wenn du lieber woanders chillst
Eier bloß hier nicht weiter rum
Oder hältst du mich echt für so dumm?

Klartext, Baby
Macht alles keinen Sinn
Komm schon, los jetzt
Hau‘s mir direkt unters Kinn
Klartext
Sag‘s mir endlich mitten ins Gesicht:
Du liebst mich nicht

Red Klartext oder geh
Weil ich kein „Vielleicht“ versteh
Geh doch, ich komm damit klar
Weil‘s früher einfach besser war

Roll halt mit den Augen
Lach mich aus
Hab eh keinen Bock mehr
Will nur noch hier raus

Klartext, Baby
So macht das alles keinen Sinn
Auf geht’s 
Knall mir‘s direkt unters Kinn
Klartext
Mitten ins Gesicht:
Du liebst mich nicht

Soviel ist sicher...

Du liebst mich nicht

Du drehst dich im Kreis
Und ich schau zu
Blinde Kuh, Blinde Kuh
Ich find dich einfach nicht mehr

Klartext, Baby
Mitten ins Gesicht:
Du liebst mich nicht

Du liebst mich nicht


Klartext, Baby!

Letting Go

u are not your feelings, you are also not youre mistakes

(I wrote and recorded this around 2020. This is the revisited 2025 Spiral version.)

For all the friends we lost along the way. And for all the things I lost, making my way back to myself.

Lyrics:

I miss you in the night when everything is dark
I miss you in the night when I don't know what to say
I miss the way you said everything's gonna be all right
I tried to be okay, but everything changed
And I'm picking up the pieces to make it all seem right
Everything seems out of place

I miss you
Everything is dark
I miss you in the night
When I don't know what to say
I miss the way you said
Everything's gonna be all right
I tried to
But
I miss you

I Miss You (Spiral Version)

This song is an emotional yet empowering acoustic-pop ballad about healing after heartbreak. It follows the journey from holding on to old memories to finally letting go, reclaiming strength, and stepping into a brighter future. With tender verses and a triumphant final chorus, it’s a story of growth, resilience, and choosing yourself.

Moving On (Without You)

We All Running Out of Time The William Altig Choir

🎵 Dhammapada Blues Series – Song 3 (Verses 5-6)

The Buddha said: "Hatred never ceases by hatred—only by non-hatred does it end. This is the eternal law."

And then he reminded us: "Others do not understand that here, we are perishing."

This song is about letting go of the grudges you've been carrying. Not because the people who hurt you deserve it—but because your time is too precious to waste on hate. We're all running out of time. Every tick of the clock is yours and mine.

Warm acoustic gospel blues. Resonator guitar. Brushed drums. A choir lifting you on the final chorus. This one's for anyone who's been holding onto bitterness longer than they should.

Here's my loving trick for you tonight: stop fighting fire with fire. Meet hate with something softer, something wiser. Your time is precious, baby. Don't waste it being angry.

We running out of time... so love while you can.

🙏 Part of the Dhammapada Reborn project—ancient Buddhist wisdom transmitted through American Blues.

Lryics:

We All Running Out of Time. 

[Verse 1]
I used to carry grudges like a second set of keys
Kept 'em in my pocket, polished them with memories
Every name that wronged me, every hand that did me dirty
Had a file in my heart that I updated past thirty

[Chorus]
But we all running out of time
Every tick of the clock is yours and mine
Why you gonna waste it holding on to hate?
We all running out of time, don't let it be too late

[Verse 2]
Fire don't put out fire, that's the oldest law there is
My grandmama told me that, and her grandmother told her kids
You want the burning to stop? You gotta bring something different
Non-hate for the hatred, that's the healing, that's the treatment

[Chorus]
We all running out of time
Every tick of the clock is yours and mine
Why you gonna waste it holding on to hate?
We all running out of time, don't let it be too late

[Bridge]
Look around this room, every soul is headed home
Could be tomorrow, could be tonight, nobody knows
So what you fighting for? What grudge is worth your breath?
Let it go, let it go, we're all just walking toward death

[Verse 3]
Wise ones figured this out, they don't bother with the brawl
When you know the clock is ticking, you stop sweating the small
Put your sword down, brother, sister, lay your burdens on the ground
This old world's too beautiful to miss while you're angry at the sound

[Final Chorus]
We all running out of time
Every tick of the clock is yours and mine
Don't you wanna feel that peace before you go?
We all running out of time, let the hatred flow

[Outro]
Here's my loving trick for you tonight:
Stop fighting fire with fire—it only burns the house down.
Meet hate with something softer, something wiser.
Your time is precious, baby. Don't waste it being angry.
We running out of time... so love while you can.

We All Running Out of Time

The Buddha said: "He abused me, he struck me, he defeated me, he robbed me"—for those who dwell on such thoughts, hatred is never appeased. For those who don't dwell? The hatred settles.

This song is about that record player in your head—the one that keeps spinning the same old hurt on repeat. You didn't choose what happened to you, but you do choose whether to keep rehearsing it.

Slow Chicago blues shuffle. Warm tube amp. Midnight bar feel. A song for anyone who's ready to lift the needle and let the room go quiet.

You ain't denying what happened. You're just choosing what you feed.

🙏 Part of the Dhammapada Reborn project—ancient Buddhist wisdom transmitted through American Blues.

[Verse 1]
Sat up in the kitchen with the lights down low
Old hurt spinning like a late-night show
He talked bad about me, took what I earned
Needle in the groove where the anger burns

[Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, let your heart get out the key

[Verse 2]
Screens glow blue, feeding all your doubt
Same five memories keep wearing you out
She betrayed me, left me, broke my name
Playing it on loop like it's earning you fame

[Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, let your heart get out the key

[Bridge]
You ain't denying what happened, you're just choosing what you feed
You can water thorns all evening or plant a kinder seed
Hate is a squatter, stop paying the rent
Drop the stylus, walk away, that's how the fury's spent

[Verse 3]
Morning sun creeping, whole house still
Coffee steam rising, quiet on the sill
You breathe in mercy, breathe out the fight
Let the track go silent, feel the room fill with light

[Final Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, leave the loop, step into peace

Put That Record Down

Rearview Night drifts through the quiet hours where memories feel louder than the world outside. It’s a reflective ride through unanswered questions, missed signals, and moments that slipped away before they ever had the chance to become something real. The story moves like a midnight train—steady, low, and full of echoes—capturing the ache of wondering whether a connection was ever more than a fleeting stop on someone else’s journey. With smoky intimacy and raw emotion, it lingers in the space between longing and truth, holding onto the pieces left behind in the fading glow of tail-lights.

Rearview Night bewegt sich durch diese stillen Stunden, in denen Erinnerungen lauter klingen als die Welt draußen. Es ist eine nachdenkliche Fahrt durch unbeantwortete Fragen, verpasste Zeichen und Momente, die verschwanden, bevor sie überhaupt etwas werden konnten. Die Geschichte rollt wie ein Mitternachtszug—gleichmäßig, tief und voller Echos—und fängt den Schmerz ein, wenn man sich fragt, ob eine Verbindung jemals mehr war als nur ein kurzer Halt auf der Reise eines anderen. Mit rauchiger Intimität und roher Emotion verweilt der Song zwischen Sehnsucht und Wahrheit und hält die Bruchstücke fest, die im verblassenden Licht der Rücklichter zurückblieben.

Rearview Night

There’s a train that rolls past midnight
Never stops, just moans through town
And I swear it knows my secrets
It hums low like it’s breaking down

I leave the porch light flickering
Like maybe you’ll find your way
But ghosts don’t knock, they whisper
And then they fade away

Tell me how
You slipped right through the cracks
Like smoke from a cigarette
Like a map with no way back
Tell me now
Was I just a stop on the run
Like a song you half begun
Left fading in your rearview night

I wore your denim jacket
’Til the sleeves gave out at the seams
Still smelled like you in April
And gasoline dreams

I talk to the walls in riddles
They never answer back
But they hold all the echoes
Of a love that jumped the tracks

Tell me how
You slipped right through the cracks
Like smoke from a cigarette
Like a map with no way back
Tell me now
Was I just a stop on the run
Like a song you half begun
Left fading in your rearview night

And I’m not chasing closure
I just want the truth to land
Like a coin on the table
Or your name in my hand

Tell me how
The world keeps turning slow
When everything I knew
Left months ago
Tell me now
Did you look back at all that night
Or vanish like tail-lights
On your midnight freight?


Rearview Night

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

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unfold me shadow and dawn
perceive me chaos and flame
unveil me figment and fay"
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