Blues

Navidad

The Quiet Wars drifts through the battles no one sees—the ones fought behind tired eyes, in late-night reflections, and in the spaces between who we are and who we’re trying to be. It follows a wandering soul moving through city streets and inner shadows, wrestling with blurred truths, fading comforts, and the ghosts of his own making. Yet beneath all the noise, there’s a quiet pulse of hope: a hum of love, a searching spirit, a song that keeps going even when he can’t. It’s a story of losing and rising in the same breath, of fighting without glory, and finding small, steady light in the dark.

The Quiet Wars erzählt von jenen Kämpfen, die keiner sieht – den stillen Schlachten hinter müden Blicken, in nächtlichen Spiegeln und in den Zwischenräumen zwischen dem, was wir sind und dem, was wir sein wollen. Der Song begleitet eine verlorene Seele durch Stadtstraßen und innere Schatten, im Ringen mit verschwommenen Wahrheiten, flüchtigem Trost und selbstgemachten Geistern. Und doch pulsiert unter all dem Lärm ein zarter Funken Hoffnung: ein Summen von Liebe, ein suchender Geist, ein Song, der weiterspielt, selbst wenn man selbst nicht mehr kann. Es ist eine Geschichte vom Verlieren und Aufstehen im selben Atemzug, vom Kämpfen ohne Applaus – und vom Finden kleiner, beständiger Lichter im Dunkeln.

The Quiet Wars

There’s a soldier in the mirror
He’s got my eyes, but not my soul
He’s fighting ghosts that disappear
Every time I lose control

There’s a preacher on the TV
Selling comfort by the pound
And I wonder if he’d know me
If ever all the lights went down

Truth ain’t clean, it’s cut and scarred
Like a mirror in the dark

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

So I walk down 9th and Houston
Past the cafe, past the bar
All the voices sound like headlines
And I’m not sure who we are

But love still hums beneath the static
Like a record full of grace
And the song plays on, erratic
Till it finds a resting place

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

Still fighting, still losing
Still here


The Quiet Wars

Secreto El Biberon - Navidad Sin Ti  (Soul 1950s)

I woke this mornin broken, with a weight upon my chest
Found your footprints on my doorway, where you left my heart distressed
You swore you’d stand beside me, said your truth would never bend
Now your double-faced affection brings another bitter end

Oh betrayal cuts deeper than a rusted blade
Leaves a soul so weary, wishin all this hurt would fade
I gave you all my comfort, you left me bruised and low
Now I sing these downcast blues so the whole wide town will know

I heard the women talkin, say you smiled their way at night
While I waited by the lamplight tryin hard to keep it right
I held on through the tremors, tried to soothe your restless stride
But you tossed away my kindness for a cheaper, colder pride

Oh betrayal cuts deeper than a rusted blade
Leaves a soul so weary, wishin all this hurt would fade
I gave you all my comfort, you left me bruised and low
Now I sing these downcast blues so the whole wide town will know

Your honey-talkin manner used to charm my troubled mind
Now it sounds like hollow murmurs from a man who wandered blind
I patched the cracks you opened, tried to mend what came undone
But you traded all our promise for a fleeting, careless run

One day you’ll feel the burden of the sorrow you designed
When the nights grow heavy quiet and your lies come back to grind
But I’ll walk a steadier pathway, let my wounded spirit rise
And the truth I carry with me won’t be shaped by your disguise

Oh betrayal cuts deeper than a rusted blade
Leaves a soul so weary, wishin all this hurt would fade
I gave you all my comfort, you left me bruised and low
Now I sing these downcast blues so the whole wide town will know

Deeper than a rusted blade

I’m In Love is a soothing blues–soul ballad that blends warm stratocaster leads, emotional grooves, and a deep, soulful male vocal. The lyrics follow a man overwhelmed by love so strong that every word, movement, and smile becomes music inside his heart. The song flows with a warm blues–funk rhythm, smooth guitar textures, and an intimate club-like atmosphere — glowing lights, smoky tones, and tenderness. It’s a track about genuine, unstoppable love, felt deeply and honestly with every beat.

This track blends human songwriting with AI-assisted sound design.
All lyrics, vocal phrasing choices, and creative direction were developed by Olja Arthur.
The result is a unique artistic expression shaped by emotion, atmosphere, and storytelling. The style blend smooth, blues, rock, slow, warm, soothing, soothing and warm tone, emotional, soulful stratocaster lead, blues groove, deep, tone, dynamic and emotional, funk, soulful, dynamic, smooth and deep

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I'm In Love

Dust rose on the backroad dragging weight through my cold bones
Dust rose on the backroad dragging weight through my cold bones
I asked the fading heavens grant some quiet now guide this worn heart gently through the long dark

Bare fields under low sky calling out through the still wind
Old breath brushing past me waiting silent
No neighbor called my name across these acres while the dim light left me standing slow

Evening crossed the far ridge tossing shadows upon dry ground
Evening crossed the far ridge tossing shadows upon dry ground
I felt my final courage sinking deeper as the rough path offered nothing near

Tell weary Jenny I wandered too long past broken fences
Tell weary Jenny I wandered too long past broken fences
Hard frost pressed against my fraying jacket while the pale dawn never tried to rise true

When I stepped toward the valley hoping signs might lead somewhere
When I stepped toward the valley hoping signs might lead somewhere
Every hope slipped from my tired hands falling heavy in this quiet grief

Toward the valley

Old crossroads echoed when she warned me
Before love broke
A shadow whispered heart break
Said trouble waits beneath her silence
He told me longing would break nightfall
Cry then shout
Soon the whole world sought reasons
Why hearts now break

But I stand right here
Everybody knows pain now
Yeah you see me fighting through the wicked ruin
Everybody knows heart cries

I carry broken charms
I guard old fading letters
I keep the secrets carved from sorrow
They chase me through midnight
They make me walk into fire
Lead me past old grief

Then the truth will rise
I'm no stranger to heartbreak's
But I stand again

Everybody sees fire burn
Yeah you feel me rising from the wreck she left
Everybody sees me rising

Alright brother let records show
That's heartbreak

On the last cold hour
On the day love faded
On the month pain gathered
The old voices warned me
I was born for hard lessons
And so you see
I got stories worth seven lifetimes
And don't you cross my path

But I stand right here
Everybody knows I'm hurting
Yeah you know this broken spirit still keeps rising
The whole wide world feels me now

But I stand right here

Smokestack dawn chills my ragged skin
Iron jaws scrape where the day begins
That punch clock hum feels like grinding sin
Dust in my chest keeps dragging me in

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Broken lamps buzz above my lane
Steel on steel keeps biting my brain
Crowds move past but the chill remains
Work songs fade into flat terrain

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Night creeps slow on a crooked track
Shadows rise but I push them back

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Buried in this turning wheel

Fault-lines carving deep through my tired mind
Bitter patterns claw inside my frame
Fault-lines carving deep till my breath thins
Shaking truths grind hard against my name
Now my spine folds under choices made
But the fall keeps urging me on as the floor gives way

Let the chaos rise as the ceiling bends
Let the failing beams echo where we stand
Let it crush down
Let the cracking boards argue with the land
Tell the shadows circling us to scatter far and flee
We descend together
And I brace for the rumble pressing close to me
Hey

Pages curl with heat around my truth
Ask the empty walls why the past still stings so
Pages curl and twist in the rising gloom
Ask the hollow rooms where the lost nights all go
Strength I claimed slips fast
You can watch the cracks widen wide as I collapse slow

Let the chaos rise as the edges shake
Let the trembling dust settle on my chest
Let it tear
Let the warped floor stretch under sinking stress
Tell the ghosts to scatter so their weight won’t choke me
We fall further still
And I brace for the shudder twisting through my ribs
While the echoes grind deeper than anything we built before
Hear me now
You can sense the breaking rushing near

Fragile pulses fade under rising strain
All the pressure drags fire through my veins
Every worn-out vow snaps beneath the weight
And the ruins send warnings carved in restless stone
Now the floor tilts hard beneath my feet
But the end keeps calling louder as the beams fall through

Let the chaos rise

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The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Buried in this turning wheel

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