My North Star

Power

CREEP unplugged

A black cat is crossing my path tonight
With glowing eyes under the streetlight
It steps so soft like a secret untold
Is it a curse or a charm to behold

Am I lucky or am I doomed
Does the moonlight seal my gloom
Whiskers twitch as it walks away
Black cat tell me am I lucky today

Its tail flicks like a pendulum swing
A silent rhythm it seems to bring
I wonder if it knows my fate
Or if it’s just walking
Running late

Superstitions they wrap me tight
Is it a blessing or just the night
The stars above refuse to say
Black cat guide me
Lead the way

Am I lucky or am I doomed
Does the moonlight seal my gloom
Whiskers twitch as it walks away
Black cat tell me am I lucky today

It turns its head
A knowing glance
A fleeting moment
A curious chance
I follow its trail
The mystery grows
The answer's somewhere
Nobody knows


Black Cat Crossing

A song for those who know how to function, but don’t feel present.
For those who say “I’m fine” like a ritual, while something in them stays silent.
“It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me” is about splitness—about playing yourself so well even the mirror stops questioning.
The skin fits, but it’s too quiet inside Like someone left the room but locked the door It’s about being seen, but not really there.
About smiling at the right time—and wondering who, exactly, is smiling.
—
“My Head Can’t Hold It” is not an album.
It’s a slow unraveling of what awareness sounds like when it slips through the seams of everyday life. 
For those who function—and sometimes quietly ask:
is this really me?

It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me

„Crown Unbound“ 

is a healing song for easing head pressure and mental overload.
Its gentle rhythm and spacious tones help release tension from the head and crown.
A sound journey to soften the mind and open the gateway to clarity.

CROWN UNBOUND (963 HZ)

“By the Window” is an acoustic folk ballad infused with baroque elegance and quiet introspection.
Fingerpicked guitar, soft string layers, and delicate piano create a gently flowing soundscape,
as the lyrics reflect on time passing quietly outside the window.
Melancholic but warm, the song captures the feeling of stillness, memory, and the beauty of simply existing between moments.

By the Window

This track is inspired by the sinking of the Titanic and the debate people have had ever since, about 'The Coward of the Titanic' - J Bruce ismay. Some say the story is accurate, others say he has been misrepresented. I don't know, but this song talks about the events on the day, and how he lived his life afterwards.

This song is about the sadness of 1500 people in the water and if it could have been avoided.

🎵 With haunting melodies and deeply felt lyrics,  this song asks the question that needs answering, "Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat'.

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Lyrics

Tell me your thoughts, in your cabin
A hidden iceberg, a famous ship sinking 

Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat
A five-pound bribe, to rescue you, to stay afloat

Only twelve on board, with room for forty
First you, then your wife, feeling guilty

Should have been, women and children first
Did you ignore, the shouts from the weakest

Could have gone back, to rescue others
Fifteen hundred, drowning in the waters

Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat
A five-pound bribe, to rescue you, to stay afloat

Captain told ‘Beat the record and go faster’
Were you the cause, of a human disaster

White star owner, he too, deserted early
Said, no children, were begging for mercy

Only twelve on board, with room for forty
First you, then your wife, feeling guilty

Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat
A five-pound bribe, to rescue you, to stay afloat

The unsinkable ship     oo oo
The unsinkable ship     oo oo

He never discussed it, again, ever
Living a lonely life, fishing on the river 

Tormented, it could have been avoided
A stroke, left him motionless and blinded

Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat
A five-pound bribe, to rescue you, to stay afloat


He never discussed it, it ever again, EVER
A lonely life, spent fishing on the river 

Tormented, it could have been avoided
A stroke, left him, unconscious and blinded

The unsinkable ship     oo oo

Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat

Why did you pay

Why did you pay, the man in the lifeboat

You Left It

I Will Love You Forever

A haunting eco-folk ballad told by Earth’s last standing tree as it watches its forest fall. With the sorrow of a whispered ghost story and the urgency of a dying wish, sparse guitar and a lone trembling voice unfold the tale. Bowed bass murmurs beneath verses, while tremolo strings swell into the chorus, deepening the anguish. By the final whisper, listeners are left chilled by the weight of what’s already gone.

[Verse 1]
First they took the willow’s sighs,
Then the redwoods, stripped and skinned.
Now the crows don’t call at morning—
Just the grind of steel on wind.

[Chorus]
Is there anyone who’ll listen?
Or am I the last who knows?
I can taste the diesel drifting…
Count my rings as the last one goes.

[Break]

[Verse 2]
They called it “better sunlight,”
Laid the concrete like a shroud.
Men in suits point at my branches,
Say, “It’s prettier as a cloud.”

[Bridge]
Do you hear my roots snap, cracking?
Does the earth still feel it too?
Or am I just a ghost already—
Just a shadow they’ll walk through?

[Final Chorus]
Now I know there’s no one coming…
No more stories left to grow.
Just the hush of falling timber—
Then the world they’ll never know.

[End]


Final Tree’s Lament

Hey, thanks for stopping by! I'm Teya Dor, an indie/alternative independent artist making music straight from the heart. Stick around for moody vibes, dreamy melodies, and stories told through sound. Hit follow and let’s go on this journey together!

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