A lot of young people is willing to take a one way ticket to Mars, will you?

Backpacking To Mars

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When it comes to beautiful things, memories don't fade...

Memories Don't Fade

Filmed at Playa Tortuga, Costa Ballena, Costa Rica... 
Recorded in Costa Rica, February, 2022
© Composed, performed and produced by PHIL SWAIN
© Lyrics by PHIL SWAIN 
Guitars by TIM RATH, Bass by BRUNO BEAUBRUN

Sunset - Radio Edit

I'm Flying Again

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Translated to English:
How do you want to be
always there for me?
You stumble yourself
when the weight pulls on you.

First we have
to learn to love ourselves.
We do know that.
But how to do it,
that knowledge we miss.

Much rather would I prefer
could we see each other if it fits.
We'll learn this soon.
The door to another is our own heart.

Lyrics in German:
Wie willst Du
immer für mich da sein?
Du schwankst doch selbst,
wenn die Schwere an Dir zieht.

Wir müssen uns erst
selber lieben lernen,
das wissen wir,
aber wie das geht,
das Wissen fehlt.

Viel lieber wär' es mir,
wir könnten uns sehen, wenn es stimmig ist.
Wir lernen das schon.
Die Tür zum ander'n ist unser eigenes Herz.

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Vocals, lyrics
Electric guitar
Acoustic bass
Drums (computed with Hydrogen)
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Cover artwork by pexels.com/de-de/@mart-production

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Unser eigenes Herz (Composition No. 10)

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

Darkskies- ROCK IS ALIVE

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Drone

Lyrics:

We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust

I've seen the endless ocean
High above the clouds
I've seen a supernova explosion
Burning out

Fly away
The light will guide you

You can be free
Infinity will swallow you

We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust

I've seen a thousand planets
With infinity at my back
I slept among a meteor shower
Now here I stand

Fly away
The light will guide you

You can be free
Infinity will swallow you

We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
Come on 

Chasing 
Chasing
Chasing
Chasing

We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
We're chasing stardust
Through the red nebula

Chasing Stardust

High school music teacher / hobby musician & producer.  I have a lot of fun creating rock/metal, and other genres just using software/sampled instruments.

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