Später Sommer. Deep skies. Endless rails.

This song is a journey through time — standing at the very end of the last carriage, where the rattling steel meets the weight of memory. You look back, and the Nordbahn whispers its secrets:

The first steam, 1841 — iron shaking the ground, Vienna drawing closer, twenty-five kilometers an hour that felt like eternity.
The last warmth of 1914 — soldiers leaving home, bandaged faces, silent fields holding their breath as the war rolls in.
And then… the dark trains. Locked doors. Nameless suitcases. A silence too heavy for words. The rails know everything — but they never speak.

And still, the Nordbahn carries us forward. Through dust, through time, through stories etched deep into steel. Every vibration hums with voices of the past — their fears, their hopes, their goodbyes — tangled in the summer air, stirred only by the passing train.

Nordbahn, Nordbahn — you carry the years on your steel.
A song of motion, memory, and silence.
Close your eyes. The journey begins.

Lyrics: 

Später Sommer,
tiefer Himmel,
Schienen glänzen im Staub der Zeit,
der Zug zieht, und ich zieh mit … 

Ich steh am Ende des letzten Waggons,
Gedanken im Kopf, das Rattern im Rücken,
die Sträucher fliehen,
Häuser verschwimmen,
der Horizont zerreißt.

Ein Augenblick nur —
und plötzlich 1841:
Erster Dampf, erster Schrei der Lok,
der Boden bebt,
Wien rückt näher,
die Nordbahn öffnet die Welt.
25 Stundenkilometer Ewigkeit.

Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
du trägst die Jahre auf deinem Stahl,
Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
tausend Geschichten,
tausend Narben,
und ich fahr mit dir
durch Zeit und Staub. 

Spätsommer, 1914 —
die Luft noch warm,
doch der Krieg schon da.
Waggons voller bleicher Gesichter,
Verwundete, blutige Verbände,
der Zug ächzt nach Wien.
Zwischen Hoffnung und Furcht
die langen Schatten der Felder.

Dann plötzlich Stille …
Züge ohne Fenster,
Türen verriegelt,
Koffer ohne Namen.
Man sagt, sie fahren „nach Osten“,
doch niemand kommt zurück.
Die Schienen wissen mehr,
als sie erzählen.

Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
du trägst die Jahre auf deinem Stahl,
Nordbahn, Nordbahn —
tausend Geschichten,
tausend Narben,
und ich fahr mit dir
durch Zeit und Staub. 

Der Sommer heut’ ist mild,
die Schienen vibrieren,
der Zug schneidet durch die Zeit.

All die Stimmen,
Sorgen, Ängste, Hoffnungen
hängen noch in der Luft —
nur die Eisenbahn
wirbelt sie kurz durcheinander …

Nordbahn … Nordbahn …

Nordbahn

☀️ Chasing the Sun is all about that moment when you decide enough is enough — leaving behind the weight of a life that no longer serves you and racing toward something bigger, brighter, and better.

With its driving 1990’s Britpop energy, this track feels like rolling the windows down, hitting the open road, and knowing the future is yours for the taking. Uplifting, cinematic, and full of possibility — it’s a soundtrack for anyone ready to step into their next chapter.

This instrumental might just find its voice in a future album with lyrics, but for now, let it stand tall on its own — a celebration of escape, freedom, and chasing the light.

Chasing The Sun

Ghost of Maya revisits No Time in the City from Da-Phonk, joined by the French artist Bob Salim. This dark trip hop version deepens the atmosphere, slowing the pulse into shadows and echoes. The track feels cinematic, almost like wandering through rain-drenched streets in a film that bears the same title, currently in production. The vocals glide between whispers and distant cries, amplifying the existential weight of the original while painting a darker and more haunting space. It is both a tribute and a reimagining, where the city becomes timeless, and time itself disappears.

No time, no place.

✨ “Meet Me at West Lake, Hangzhou” is a Chinese-inspired romantic instrumental that blends delicate melodies with a cinematic warmth. Inspired by the beauty and serenity of Hangzhou’s legendary West Lake, the track paints a picture of two souls meeting on a bridge at sunset. Gentle strings and atmospheric tones evoke love, longing, and timeless connection.

Perfect for moments of reflection, meditation, or simply drifting into a dreamlike state.

Meet Me at West Lake, Hangzhou

Peace In My Heart is a classical instrumental piece that captures the uplifting freedom of galloping through the English countryside. With sweeping melodies and cinematic emotion, it reflects the pure joy of letting go—wind rushing past, the rhythm of hooves in harmony with the soul, and the liberating sense of riding without a care in the world. This track is about serenity, strength, and the timeless connection between rider, horse, and open land.

Peace In My Heart

A regal, classical piece inspired by my upcoming book, where a man is summoned to Buckingham Palace to reveal his knowledge of UAPs. Part of the journey leading to my 2027 album Human Odyssey.

By Royal Command

Big thanks to Digital Infinit for the support and sponsorship in making this track! 🎶✨

“FORBIDDEN FRUIT (SToLN Cinematic Edit)” is a dark orchestral x rock reimagining of Tommee Profitt, Sam Tinnesz, and brooke’s haunting anthem. This cinematic remix fuses epic strings, choirs, and orchestral power with gritty guitars and thunderous drums, creating a soundtrack-worthy experience that blurs the line between beauty and chaos. A true Cinematic Battle Hymn of temptation and redemption.

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🌆 One block. One ritual. One empty glass.
Welcome to the soundtrack of a weekly ceremony that nobody talks about but everybody feels.

Two and a half minutes there. Two and a half minutes back. 🕒
The street never changes, but somehow everything does:
🚗 The red car that never parks twice.
👤 The shadow that crosses too fast.
🍂 The seasons swapping coats like runway models.

And then it happens. Every. Single. Time.
Drop it — CLIRR! 🥂
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
The same sound echoing through the block like an inside joke between you and the pavement.

It’s chillwave. It’s cinematic. It’s nostalgia on loop.
If your life ever felt like a muted indie film where the soundtrack knew more about you than you did… this track gets it. 🎧

🎬 Press play. Walk slow. Become the main character.

Lyrics:

One afternoon a week…
Two and a half minutes there,
Two and a half back.
The block, the walk,
The ritual begins.

Step by step, slow pace,
Empty glass in my hand, no chase.
Brain’s awake, but time’s on mute,
The street’s a loop, the thoughts reboot.

Last time — a red car passed,
Last time — her shadow crossed so fast,
Same street, same frame,
Different story, same game.

I hear the city breathe,
I feel the seasons shift,
But one thing stays,
One thing stays…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

Summer sweat on a cruel hot day,
Autumn breeze takes the heat away.
Winter coat, wool hat, thick glove,
Spring wakes up the street I love.

Every season paints the same routine,
But inside my head, it’s a movie scene.
Different faces, same concrete,
Glass in my hand, history on repeat.

Frames in motion…
Memories collide…
I see me walking,
I see me passing by…
Every step,
Every sound,
Everything changes —
Except…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

…and the glass hits bottom.

Glass Container Ceremony (Chillwave Version)

Instrumental version of Widow’s Death to appreciate the noises of the background

Widow’s Death (instrumental)

☕✨ Ever wondered what your espresso machine would sound like if it had a record deal?

This track is basically that: morning hums, button-glows, velvet bean-grinds, and a slow-motion steam solo that would make any barista cry happy crema-tears.

It’s not just music — it’s the sound of caffeine stretching its arms and saying,
“Good morning, mortal, let’s get weird.”

🌊 Chillwave textures pour like golden coffee streams.
💨 Steam becomes a rhythm section.
☕ The mug? Your dancefloor.
And yes — that first sip hits harder than the bassline.

Play it before emails, before responsibilities, before pretending to be awake.
Let the cup overflow, let the beat drip slow, and let the morning begin.

Lyrics:

Morning hum, the button glows,
Tiny gears begin to flow,
Grindin’ beans in velvet skies,
Golden steam in sleepy eyes.

A quiet pffffsshh, a gentle beat,
Liquid rhythm, soft and sweet,
White mug waiting, heat and shine,
One slow moment out of time.

Smell the waves, the coffee air,
Floating dreams, I’m almost there,
Every drop’s a little spark,
Waking up the quiet dark.

Pour me slow — let the coffee overflow,
White cup glow, feel the rhythm as it flows.
Steam drifts high, chasing shadows off my skin,
One sip, one breath, let the morning begin. 

Hiss of heat, the crema spins,
Velvet gold where it begins,
Porcelain touch, a gentle hand,
Taking me where dreams still stand.

Take the mug, hold it near,
Every drop’s a souvenir,
In this moment, time’s undone,
Morning’s song has just begun.

Pour Me Slow

Space Goblins (and Roveran) is an one person project by Matías G. Noorder, creating from the far south of the sphere. All music, lyrics, and production by MGN. No AI involved (just for some images, not much of a drawer myself)

Space Goblins

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/2uYXcd8P0izjaAHyc2PJgM?si=Bwyjuy7iTbe2O2bxNp58CA

Roveran

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/1A20jGU7VIaC8pSjmOrZkZ?si=GJDeVg3TQhS4FPc-FoO6xA

Maya Guzmania, alias Ghost Of Maya, est une artiste belge dont le parcours oscille entre l’ombre et la lumière. Avant de devenir autrice-compositrice-interprète, elle a longtemps œuvré dans la production musicale, sculptant les sonorités des autres sans jamais oser imposer sa propre voix.
À six ans, elle enregistrait déjà des bribes de mélodies sur de vieux magnétophones, convaincue que la musique était un langage secret. Adolescente, elle passait ses nuits dans les clubs underground de Bruxelles, absorbant les rythmes du breakbeat, du dubstep et de l’électro, en quête d’une alchimie sonore qui lui échappait encore. À vingt ans, elle plongeait dans l’industrie musicale en tant que productrice, affinant son art dans l’ombre des studios. Pendant des années, elle façonnait des morceaux pour d’autres artistes, effleurant l’idée d’écrire pour elle-même, sans jamais franchir le pas.
Puis, un soir, au détour d’un morceau inachevé, elle a compris que sa place n’était plus derrière la console, mais au cœur du son. La voix qu’elle modelait pour les autres devait désormais être la sienne. C’est ainsi que Ghost Of Maya est née, fruit d’un vertige et d’un besoin urgent de rattraper le temps perdu.
Aujourd’hui, elle prépare son premier album, une œuvre immersive où les spectres du passé rencontrent les pulsations du futur. Et demain ? Si le futur appartient aux âmes qui osent, Ghost Of Maya pourrait bien devenir l’un de ces mystères musicaux qui traversent les époques, insaisissables et hypnotiques.

Maya Guzmania, known as Ghost Of Maya, is a Belgian artist whose journey sways between shadow and light. Before becoming a singer-songwriter, she spent years behind the scenes as a music producer, shaping the sound of others while keeping her own voice in silence.
At six, she was already recording fragments of melodies on old cassette players, believing that music was a secret language. As a teenager, she wandered through Brussels’ underground clubs, absorbing the pulse of breakbeat, dubstep, and electro, searching for a sonic formula that remained just out of reach. By twenty, she had dived into the music industry as a producer, perfecting her craft in the shadows of recording studios. For years, she created for others, brushing against the idea of writing for herself but never taking the leap.
Then, one night, amidst an unfinished track, she realized her place was no longer behind the console but within the music itself. The voice she had shaped for others had to become her own. And so, Ghost Of Maya was born—from that moment of vertigo, from the urgency of reclaiming lost time.
Now, she is preparing her debut album, a hypnotic journey where echoes of the past merge with the rhythms of the future. And what lies ahead? If the future belongs to those who dare, Ghost Of Maya may soon become one of those musical enigmas elusive, timeless, unforgettable.

Might be Releasing Some Music Along the Way...

About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

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