Amenra's song “A Solitary Reign” 
Performed and arranged by Mey Sales

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A SOLITARY REIGN - AMENRA (Acoustic Cover)

Thurisaz - Years Of Silence

Digital Prayer is a dystopian 80s-inspired synthpop song that explores themes of digital alienation, societal decay, and emotional numbness in a hyperconnected world. Through haunting lyrics and a driving analog rhythm, the song paints a bleak picture of a society lost in screens, automation, and artificial belief systems. It follows a protagonist who sends a metaphorical prayer into the digital void, searching for connection, meaning, and truth in a mechanized reality. The verses detail the collapse of human intimacy and authenticity, while the chorus echoes a desperate plea for contact and understanding beyond the static noise. With layered synths, industrial beats, and retro-futuristic atmospheres, the track delivers a powerful critique of modern isolation and the fading echoes of humanity in a world governed by data.

Lyrics
[Intro – instrumental]  
[Slow pulsating synth bass, mechanical rhythm builds with gated snares and distant choir pads]

[Verse 1]  
Wires hum like ancient cries,  
Screens are glowing in the dark,  
Truth dissolves in lullabies,  
Hope reduced to just a spark.  
Plastic gods in neon grace,  
Marching through electric night,  
Selling dreams we can't replace,  
Trading silence for the light.

[Instrumental – short drop]  
[Arpeggiated synth, robotic textures, synthetic reverb accents]

[Verse 2]  
We scroll through lies we never wrote,  
Each update kills a part of soul,  
Our hearts beat in a muted code,  
Disconnected, not quite whole.  
Mirrors show a hollow face,  
Framed by ads and coded shame,  
Lost inside this data race,  
Searching for someone to blame.

[Chorus]  
We send a digital prayer to the sky,  
No one listens, no one asks why.  
We're just shadows in a stream of time,  
Counting the seconds, locked in a mime.  
This is the sound of the end we made,  
Dancing alone in the mess we laid.  
Oh, signal me back if you're still there—  
Somewhere beyond the static air.

[Interlude – instrumental]  
[Dark synths swell, analog distortions blend with ambient glitches]

[Verse 3]  
The clocks are melting on the wall,  
Rhythms loop but never change,  
Empires built to rise and fall,  
We stay numb inside the range.  
Voices fade in chrome and steel,  
Truth replaced by sweet design,  
We forget how love should feel,  
Living under coded sign.

[Bridge – whispered vocal over slow synth pad]  
Tell me—can you feel the tremble?  
Beneath the beat, behind the veil?  
Was it ever real, or just assembled?  
A silent scream in digital mail.

[Instrumental – driving rhythm section]  
[Analog basslines, industrial drums, layered choir pad chords]

[Verse 4]  
We wear our sins like velvet skin,  
Flashing smiles that never stay,  
Longing for what might have been,  
In this cold electric play.  
Footsteps echo in the night,  
From souls we never tried to know,  
Each regret a point of light,  
In this dark collective glow.

[Reprise – Chorus with intensified layers]  
We send a digital prayer to the sky,  
No one listens, no one asks why.  
We're just shadows in a stream of time,  
Counting the seconds, locked in a mime.  
This is the sound of the end we made,  
Dancing alone in the mess we laid.  
Oh, signal me back if you're still there—  
Somewhere beyond the static air.

[Outro – instrumental]  
[Echoed synth lead fades into static, drum pattern decays into silence, a final analog pulse blinks out]


Digital Prayer

Emilio Piano - Maison.mp3

A song delving into teleportation. Under one eerie theory, doesn’t actually move you, it destroys you and builds a perfect copy elsewhere. The replica wakes up with all your memories, convinced it’s you, while the original consciousness is gone forever. This forces the unsettling question: is “you” just the pattern that can be copied, or the unbroken thread of awareness that can never survive the jump?



Echoform

dsundre - 528 ya mi alma judgements surface


Laughing at the Riverside is a nostalgic indie rock ballad that captures the emotional texture of a summer evening reunion among old friends. Set by the riverbank at dusk, the song explores themes of memory, time, and quiet connection. Through poetic verses and a melancholic male baritone voice, the lyrics reflect on shared stories, lost moments, and the bittersweet beauty of aging friendships. The chorus, anchored by the line “Laughing at the Riverside,” evokes a sense of timeless joy and emotional release. Instrumental sections—ranging from ambient intros to orchestral crescendos—mirror the emotional arc of the night, making the song feel cinematic and deeply personal.

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🎵 Laughing at the Riverside
Lyrics by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf

[Intro – Twilight Pulse (0:00–0:45)  
Soft piano arpeggios in low register.  
Muted bass pulses gently.  
Ambient pads with tremolo shimmer.  
Delay-washed electric guitar textures.  
No drums yet, slow emotional build.  
Mood: dusky summer evening, anticipation, warmth.]

Verse 1  
We parked the cars by the willow bend  
Sun bleeding out like a quiet friend  
You brought the cheap wine, I brought the old jokes  
Someone lit a fire, someone almost choked  

The river moved like it knew our names  
Skipping stones, trading old mistakes  
You said, “Remember that night in June?”  
I said, “I barely remember you”  

Pre-Chorus  
But the laughter came easy, like it used to  
And the silence felt softer than truth  

Chorus  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Where the past comes back but never bites  
We were ghosts in denim and light  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Like nothing ever changed  
Like everything was right  

[Instrumental Bridge – Echoes in the Current (2:10–2:40)  
Drums enter with off-kilter rhythm (5/4).  
Muted trumpet and trombone add melancholic accents.  
Dissonant guitar chords slowly resolve.  
Synth sweeps mimic water movement.  
Mood: flickering memories, emotional tension.]

Verse 2  
You played that song from senior year  
It cracked like vinyl, but we all cheered  
The moon hung low like a borrowed time  
And someone cried without a sign  

We talked of jobs, of kids, of loss  
Of how we all got a little lost  
But no one judged, and no one lied  
We just let the river decide  

Chorus  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Where the past comes back but never bites  
We were ghosts in denim and light  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Like nothing ever changed  
Like everything was right  

[Instrumental Interlude – Denim Ghosts (3:30–4:10)  
Strings (violin, cello) play a nostalgic theme.  
Piano repeats intro motif, higher and fragile.  
Slide guitar adds emotional texture.  
No drums, ambient bass carries the mood.  
Mood: time suspended, quiet reflection.]

Bridge  
The fire burned down to a whisper  
And I wished I’d said more to her  
But maybe that’s the point of nights like these  
You feel too much, and speak too little  

[Build-Up – Firelight Crescendo (4:40–5:10)  
Drums return with driving rhythm.  
Brass and strings swell into crescendo.  
Open guitar chords with tremolo.  
Warm synth pad underneath.  
Mood: emotional climax, shared joy and sorrow.]

Final Chorus  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Where the echoes feel like lullabies  
We were young, we were terrified  
Laughing at the Riverside  
Like nothing ever changed  
Like everything was right  

[Outro – Riverside Fade (5:40–6:20)  
Sparse piano notes like water drops.  
Reverse guitar effects echo memories.  
Slow bass pulse like a heartbeat.  
Field recording: river sounds, distant laughter, crickets.  
Mood: closure, memory lingering, peace.]

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.

Laughing at the Riverside

Bring All Your Love To Me

I Still Set a Place for You - Nina Blaze

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The hegemony 
not understood, 
how it influences 
my propensity. 
My reaction creating 
an atmosphere, 
uprooting and hurling 
as my perception 
adjusting to the swirling. 
Confusing my focus 
As I listen to 
Some type of hocus pocus 
of the truth. 
The anatomy of 
my conceptual thinking 
misplaced as my spirit 
begins sinking. 
All all at one, 
Creation’s gentleness 
Is all I see. 
See it where? 
A place where the audience 
Is taught not to stare. 
The attention is  
Directed elsewhere. 
Perhaps by the narcissistic gleam. 
Deny, dismiss, devalue and divorce. 
Becoming their common way. 
Controlling the narrative 
Of discourse. 
So, there it sits unabashed. 
Within its gentleness. 
Bestowing the grace 
Of my acceptance. 
The question is, 
“How did I miss this? 
It was placed 
in a state 
of my illusion. 
Ashamed and divorced 
from the communication 
of my very source. 
Denied by the truth 
of my nature. 
by something 
that pretended 
to be greater. 
Dismissed and devalued, 
by the disparaging acts 
of mindfulness that loomed. 
Please old faithful spirit 
in order to breathe 
I will need soon. 
The exposing of  
This hegemony. 
Bringing back  
the breath 
to me.  
I lay my sins 
on it no more. 
Giving me the light 
To endure. 
By the hegemony 
that attempts to shadow 
my propensity. 
The uprooting 
of my soul 
is the perception 
the choice 
for this subject 
to behold. 
The illusional  
Traumatic ties 
Of my sub-personalities. 
These sins I laid 
In the reflection 
of my vision. 
The world of 
celestial gentleness 
becoming my decision. 
To be defined by 
The object of 
What I see. 
Or to plan and  
simply be free. 
To accept me 
As me for me. 
Giving me  
the power to see. 
The blessing 
to be free.

Old Faithful Spirit

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

Echoform

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