I wrote a proof once
In the margin of an old book
It held
It sang in silence
I solved a riddle no one posed
But someone should have
And the page
Bent to my will

I was on a train
Between Oxford
And existential despair
Light flickered. Ink cracked
My coffee spilled
Still, logic marched in perfect rows
Shining
Afraid to be alone

But the margin
Too narrow
For voices like this

I drew your outline
In the corner, soft and hidden
Lines too gentle for names
Wrote a vow, never signed
A plan with no axis
And the paper
Tensed beneath my wanting

Under the station's hum
I footnoted everything I didn't say
Margins full of detours
Echoes of maybe
Each heartbeat struck
A chord I never dared to play

What if the page could break open?
What if the lines ran wild?
Not neat. Not safe. Not approved
But real
Bleeding past every edge

Because the margin
Was never enough
Not for this voice
Not for us

Tear it out
Let the ink run free
We'll write where no lines go

The Margin Was Too Narrow

Would it kill you to smile

Every year there'd be a time when your duty calls
Obligations to fulfil, to ease your mind
I know what I have to do, it's easier said than done
So won't you reassure me that you love me forever constantly

You had me wherever you want me to be
Waiting for you, I'm hurting, I am so, so lonely
You see, I'm counting every day and every hour passing
Until you return to me

Now and then you'll be away when she calls
That's how it goes, I know I have to let you go
I've built my world around you, now what am I to do
I want you to show me that you think of me constantly

You had me wherever you want me to be
Aching for you, I'm feeling I am, oh, so lonely
You see, I'm counting every day and every hour passing
Until you return to me

After all these years we've been together
Have you become a habit I just can't break
Or our passion still burn like new
I need to feel your love and touch everyday

You had me wherever you want me to be
Waiting for you, and I pray that I see you in my dreams
You see, I'm counting every day and every hour passing
Until you return to me

Please, return home soon (feat. Ryo)

Nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run. 
No way to stop.
What is to come.
They're trying to buy...
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light. 

No point in work.
It's all been done.
Nothing to show.
You won't become.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light.

I was standing at the side of the road.
Hoping somebody would lighten the load.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.

I was dreaming of running away.
I couldn't find truth in what they said.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.

We're all at fault.
Now we are gone.
The game is lost.
The race is run.
They're trying to buy.
Your sacred light.
Your sacred light.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Did you buy what they sold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We are gonna blow you all away.
Deliberator.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Can't you feel how they hold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We are gonna send them all to war.
Instigator.

Do you beleive everything that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Did you use what they sold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We all know what's in store.
Mediator.

Do you beleive all the lies that they told you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Can't you feel how they hold you? yeah.
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
Mother Russia. (Motherfucker)
We don't give a fuck what you all say.
Conspirator.

Mother Russia

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Me and my guitar, nothing can come between us.
We find each other, we share a dream.
Look up, there’s a star, maybe it has also seen us.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

INSTRUMENTAL

Sing, we sing a song of peace and love, we know just what we’re thinking of.
We think that ought to be enough
Still, when the song comes to an end, can we just start it all again?
Isn’t the song our closest friend?

Me and my guitar, we go everywhere together.
We have no secrets, we share everything.
No matter how far; sunny or stormy weather.
Daylight or nighttime, all we do is sing. 


Me and My Guitar

She was proud in her Phrygian hat,
Barefoot among the fighters that
Filled the smoky streets of Belleville,
Marching onward to the Bastille.

The suffragettes in the square,
They fought, shedding bitter tears.
Italian boats with wheat on board,
Smuggled by girls for a reward.

Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

(Verse 2)
Samnite girls exploring sex,
Painted in the suburban baths.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.

Ahhotep welcomed the exiles
Among the siltstones of the Nile.
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.

Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

(Bridge)
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.

Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra REMAKE 2025

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Dream [Official Audio]


Heartfelt

She stares at the mirror 
And tries to believe
That what she is dreaming
Can still be achieved
Diffident, nervous
She needs to be strong
Be brave with her words 
Say them where they belong
 
The feelings are heartfelt
They go deep inside
But being unsure 
Will make them unwind
Be honest, be certain 
To say what you feel
Help turn your intentions 
Into something that’s real

For such a long time
She has wanted to state 
The love that’s inside her 
To the love that she craves

But she’s never been able
To say how much she feels
As she stares at the mirror
The truth is revealed

The feelings are heartfelt
They go deep inside
But being unsure 
Will make them unwind
Be honest, be certain 
To say what you feel
Help turn your intentions 
Into something that’s real
 
Her catalogue
Of almost words
Needs using at last
Be forced in the open
And put to the test
She vows to be braver
She vows to be strong
This time she decides that
It cannot go wrong

Her feelings are heartfelt
Her feelings are strong
And now she must say them
Where they truly belong

Lyrics by Phil Hawker

Her Feelings are Heartfelt

MESS! | @producedbyrushi

Songwriter and producer
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