(You) On My Arm

Lovegod

Alexandra

Fruit For Flies

Persimmon

Wild Again

Starling

Sugar For Bugs

Du bist nicht mehr! (HerzensSache)

A lo-fi acoustic confessional, recorded as if in a quiet room after midnight. Smoky female alto vocals sit close to the mic, half-sung and half-spoken with fragile sustains and weighted pauses. Sparse fingerpicked guitar answers softly, leaving space for breath, silence, and raw intimacy. Minimal, unpolished, deeply human — a whispered testimony left hanging in the dark.

[Lyrics]

Lost and found, funny place.
You never know till you do.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky lets go,
I’ll be your glasses when the world’s a blur.
I’ll be your small lighter when the power’s out,
Your calm in the thunder when you’re full of doubt.

They say what’s lost ain’t always gone,
Sometimes it waits to lean on.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
A friend at your side when you’re feeling down.
Button for your coat when it will not close,
The flower you pressed in a book no one knows.

That one glove you lost, yes sir, I’m her.
I’ll be your map when you lose your street.
That lucky coin waiting under your seat,
I’ll be your charger when your spark runs weak.

I’ve been forgotten and I’ve worn some dust,
Still I’m your mirror when you need to trust.

I’m your lost and found when the world spins round,
Come find me again when you’re feeling down.
I was yours all along, just out of sight.

Just out of sight.

Lost and Found (My Quiet Room)

Apolonio

Useless

Persimmon

The Army The Navy