Text:
[Verse 1]
He built a tower made of zeroes,
stacked it higher than the moon.
Bought a kingdom full of ego,
but he’s still that lonely boy in his old bedroom.
He’s got rockets, cars, and chaos,
every headline says his name.
But the mirror never answers
why the richest man is still afraid.

[Pre-Chorus]
’Cause you can buy the world and still feel hollow,
gold won’t follow when you die.
You can’t cash in on tomorrow—
no matter how you try.

[Chorus]
All the money in the world
can’t save your soul tonight.
It won’t warm a frozen heart,
won’t tell you wrong from right.
You can build a throne of diamonds,
but it crumbles in the earth.
All the money, all the money—
tell me, what is it worth?

(solo)

[Verse 2]
He never learned the quiet beauty
of a hand that gives away.
Never fed a single stranger,
but he tweets like he’s the saint of judgment day.
And the people keep on starving
while he buys another crown.
Funny how the highest climbers
never see the ones below them drown.

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you can own the sky and still be empty,
fame won’t keep your conscience clean.
You can pixelate your failures—
but the truth stays on the screen.

[Chorus]
All the money in the world
can’t save your soul tonight.
It won’t warm a frozen heart,
won’t tell you wrong from right.
You can build a throne of diamonds,
but it crumbles in the earth.
All the money, all the money—
tell me, what is it worth?

(solo)

[Bridge]
You can’t buy time,
you can’t buy love,
you can’t bribe heaven
or the hands above.
When your empire breaks
and your name grows cold—
the story ends
like every story told.

[Final Chorus – bigger, darker]
All the money in the world
won’t save you from the fall.
You’ll be buried like the rest of us—
with nothing left at all.
A billion screaming echoes
won’t rewrite what you’re worth.
All the money, all the money—
turns to dust
in the dirt.

[Outro – whispered]
All the money…
all the money…
still can’t buy a soul.

All the Money in the World

Text:
Strophe 1
Ich wuchs auf immer mit einem „Nein“,
wie ’ne Tür, die nie aufging.
Jeder Wunsch ein kleiner Kampf,
jede Chance ein steiler Weg dahin.
ich hab mit 14 schon geschuftet,
für die Anlage, meinen eigen Klang.
Doch genau das selbst Verdiente
machte mich stark mein Leben lang.

Pre-Refrain
Und ich seh heut meine Kinder,
kriegen Dinge, die ich nie bekam.
Frag mich leise in den Nächten,
ob ich ihnen etwas nahm…

Refrain
Hab ich zu viel gegeben?
Mach ich’s ihnen zu leicht?
Ich wollte nur, dass sie fliegen
ohne das Dunkel, das mich erreicht.
So viel „Ja“, so viel Liebe —
War’s ein Schild oder ein Zaun?
Nehm ich ihnen das Feuer,
um ihre Stärke selbst zu bau’n?

(solo)

Strophe 2
Mein Mut kam aus Verzicht,
aus den Löchern in den Taschen.
Aber meine Kinder sollen lachen,
nicht ums Überleben kämpfen müssen.
Doch macht nur Schmerz Charakter?
Macht nur Hunger wirklich stark?
Oder reicht ein Herz, das trägt
und ein Vater, der sie mag?

Bridge
Eines Tages stehen sie alleine,
die Welt sagt selten einfach „Ja“.
Ich hoffe, ich gab ihnen Rückgrat
und nicht nur Wärme, die da war.

(solo)

Refrain (final)
Hab ich zu viel gegeben?
Mach ich’s ihnen zu leicht?
Alles, was ich wollte,
war ein Leben ohne Schmerz und Streit.
Wenn mein „Ja“ sie sanfter machte,
und ihr Kampf erst später kommt—
Bin ich trotzdem ihr Zuhause,
bis ihr Mut ganz in ihnen wohnt.

outro:
Ich liebe euch beide so sehr
Ich hoffe, ich nehm euch nichts mehr
Lernt zu kämpfen zu euch zu stehn
Lernt durch Leben zu gehen

Hab ich zu viel gegeben?

Text:
(Verse 1) From Springfield's dusty screens, a family so absurd For decades now they’ve spoken, every single word Homer, Marge, and Lisa, Bart and Maggie too Living out their antics, for me and for you But beneath the goofy laughter, and the donut's sugary gleam There's a whisper from the future, woven in their dream Predicting what's to come, with a strange and subtle grace Are they just pure genius, or from another time and space?

(Chorus) Yellow Oracles, from a cartoon town Seeing through the years, wearing a silent crown From Higgs Boson numbers, to the world's next big debate Are The Simpsons just guessing, or sealing our own fate? With every new unfolding, a shiver down the spine Did they know it all along, were they ahead of time? Springfield Seers, tell us, how do you truly know? The seeds of tomorrow, in your animated show.

(solo)

(Verse 2) Trump on the escalator, a wild and orange king Way back in 'aught one, the prophecy would sing Lady Gaga's Super Bowl leap, right there for all to see Even Disney buying Fox, for all eternity Smartwatches on their wrists, auto-correct's harsh glare Voting machine malfunctions, filled with silent despair Meat from outer space, a strange and tasty plight The future's in their storyboard, burning ever so bright.

(Chorus) Yellow Oracles, from a cartoon town Seeing through the years, wearing a silent crown From Higgs Boson numbers, to the world's next big debate Are The Simpsons just guessing, or sealing our own fate? With every new unfolding, a shiver down the spine Did they know it all along, were they ahead of time? Springfield Seers, tell us, how do you truly know? The seeds of tomorrow, in your animated show.

(Bridge) Is it clever writers, with foresight sharp and keen? Observing human nature, and the upcoming scene? Or just sheer coincidence, a lucky random guess? Among ten thousand episodes, finding what impresses? Maybe in the silly chaos, and the everyday refrain A deeper truth is lurking, through sunshine and through rain.

(solo)

(Chorus) Yellow Oracles, from a cartoon town Seeing through the years, wearing a silent crown From Higgs Boson numbers, to the world's next big debate Are The Simpsons just guessing, or sealing our own fate? With every new unfolding, a shiver down the spine Did they know it all along, were they ahead of time? Springfield Seers, tell us, how do you truly know? The seeds of tomorrow, in your animated show.

(Outro) Oh, the Yellow Oracles... still on the air, still true... What other futures are they showing me and you? The Springfield Seers... watching from above... With uncanny predictions, and unexpected love.

Yellow Oracles (The Springfield Seers)

Text:
[Verse]
Sun is high sky’s so wide
Feet on fire streets collide
I’m chasing shadows but they run too fast
Every corner every turn
A lesson left for me to learn
Heartbeats echo like a distant blast

[Chorus]
Give some love give some love
To the ones who’ve had enough
Feel the rhythm feel the rush
Can’t survive on empty trust
Give some love give some love
Let it rain it’s not too much

(solo)

[Verse 2]
Lost in noise the city hums
Dreams like bullets hit the drums
People moving but they’re standing still
Broken windows shattered views
But every crack lets in the truth
Love’s the cure not just a bitter pill

[Prechorus]
Open hands open hearts
This is where the healing starts

[Chorus]
Give some love give some love
To the ones who’ve had enough
Feel the rhythm feel the rush
Can’t survive on empty trust
Give some love give some love
Let it rain it’s not too much

(solo)

[Bridge]
It’s not a race not a game
No one wins in selfish fame
Lift a hand and say their name
We’re the same we’re the same

[Chorus]
Give some love give some love
To the ones who’ve had enough
Feel the rhythm feel the rush
Can’t survive on empty trust
Give some love give some love
Give some love give some love

Give Some Love

Text:
[Verse 1]
They danced in silver spotlight skies,
Their faces printed, amplified.
Every night the world applauded,
Every dream seemed justified.
But when the curtain slowly faded,
And quiet rooms replaced the roar—
They felt the echo of a lifetime,
Still reaching for a little more.

[Pre-Chorus]
’Cause when the crowd stops chanting your name,
You start to ask what’s left of the game…

[Chorus]
Fame without a future,
Glory without an heir—
A kingdom made of mirrors
With no one left to share.
What good is all the shining
If no one takes your hand?
A life that burned like fire—
Then turned to drifting sand.

(solo)

[Verse 2]
Years go by like whispered secrets,
Posters fading on the wall.
You built a throne from velvet evenings,
But empty halls don’t talk at all.
You owned the stage, the flashing cameras,
You conquered charts, you ruled the night—
Yet somewhere deep inside the quiet,
You longed for someone by your side.

[Pre-Chorus]
Because applause is never enough
When the heart keeps begging for love…

[Chorus]
Fame without a future,
Glory without an heir—
A kingdom made of mirrors
With no one left to share.
What good is all the shining
If no one takes your hand?
A life that burned like fire—
Then turned to drifting sand.

[Bridge]
All the gold in the world
Can’t fill the space of a single voice
Calling your name in the dark.
And every dream you chased
Was only light on your skin—
Not warmth in your heart.

(solo)

[Final Chorus]
Fame without a future,
Glory without an heir—
A star that blazed forever
But vanished in the air.
And when the world stops spinning
Around your shining face—
You learn that love and kindness
Are life’s truest trace.

Fame without a Future

Text:
[Verse 1]
He screams monopoly from a gilded tower,
claims the system's rigged — it’s his only power.
He says they buried Grok beneath the charts,
but did he build a future, or just break hearts?
He fights with Apple, blames OpenAI,
while the rest of us just watch and wonder why.

[Pre-Chorus]
He wants the crown, but he’s forgetting —
freedom’s not in top-rank betting.
If your words are loud but your soul is small,
you’ll never build anything that lasts for all.

[Chorus]
Grok versus the king, a battle for the throne,
he’s suing for a place, but just sits alone.
Talking big about justice, but where’s the real fight?
When power meets ego — who’s wrong, who’s right?

(solo)

[Verse 2]
He claims bias, calls it suppression,
but everyone sees this grand obsession.
He sold us dreams with rockets and memes,
now he’s crying foul in courtrooms and screens.
Meanwhile the users wait for something free,
not a tech-monarch, but a true AI.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He’s lost in his lawsuit, blinded by pride,
chasing an echo of a bygone ride.
If innovation means controlling the air —
then freedom and vision are no longer a pair.

[Bridge]
And we stand here, watching the circus rise,
wondering if he ever heard the people’s cries.
He built a kingdom of code and gold,
but forgot what real power is —
it’s the stories we share,
the voices we dare,
to build not to buy, to fight not to lie.

(solo)

[Final Chorus]
Grok versus the king, he’s calling out for war,
but we’re not just users — we’re so much more.
He’s suing for the spotlight, but we want the light,
when AI’s real promise is justice, not might.

[Outro – Spoken / Soft]
Elon, you’re a genius — but brilliance isn’t everything.
If you wanted change, you’d build bridges, not lawsuits.
Grok doesn’t need to be king.
It just needs to be free.

Grok vs the King

Cosmos

Epic Synth Odyssey

Text:
[Verse]
Streetlights blur past my window pane
Another night another fight it’s always the same
You get so loud your voice a thunderclap
I just wanna curl up in your lap

[Prechorus]
My heart it races oh so fast
Wondering how long this mood will last

[Chorus]
Dont be mad at me
Dont you see
I’m just me
Dont be mad at me

(Solo)

[Verse 2]
I left the dishes in the sink again I know
My memory it comes and goes
Said the wrong thing at the wrong time a silly joke
Hope my chances with you aint totally broke

[Bridge]
Maybe I’m a little messed up yeah its true
But I’m always gonna come running back to you
This rollercoaster love affair it spins and spins
Hopin this wild ride never ends

[Chorus]
Dont be mad at me
Dont you see
I’m just me
Dont be mad at me

(solo)

[Chorus]
Dont be mad at me
Dont you see
I’m just me
Dont be mad at me

Dont Be Mad At Me

Text:
Verse 1 (EN):
We were born beneath a sky of scattered fire,
Patterns drawn by ancient, dreaming eyes.
They traced the lines, they called it fate and higher,
But stars don’t whisper — they only light the night.

Pre-Chorus (DE):
Und wir glaubten diesen Wegen,
diesen Zeichen aus dem Nichts.
Doch die Sterne stehen getrennt,
Lichtjahre weit entfernt —
sie kennen uns nicht.

Chorus (EN/DE):
No cosmic hand is pulling strings,
kein Stern bestimmt, wohin du gehst.
Astrology is just a map,
ein Aberglauben, der vergeht.
Give no money to the fakers —
ich seh’ voraus: Ihr werdet arm — die Lügner reich.
The truth is cold but freeing:
Stars don’t control your life.

(solo)

Verse 2 (DE):
Der Löwe brüllt nicht in dir,
der Widder kämpft nicht neben dir.
Es sind Muster in der Schwärze,
keine Kräfte, keine Herzen —
nur Physik im großen Raum.

Bridge (EN):
A circle drawn around the Sun
was useful once to count the days,
but people turned the clock of time
into a cage of cosmic lies.
And all the prophets on TV,
they vanished with their final show —
Astro-TV is gone now,
und wir wissen längst warum.

Break (DE/EN):
Hellseher-Trick gefällig?
Here’s my prediction, clear and bright:
„Du wirst verlieren,
und sie verdienen —
if you believe their ‘second sight’.“

(solo)

Chorus (EN/DE):
No cosmic hand is pulling strings,
kein Stern bestimmt, wohin du gehst.
Astrology is just a tale,
ein Schatten, der verweht.
Give no money to the fakers —
ich seh’ voraus: Ihr werdet arm — die Lügner reich.
The truth is cold but freeing:
Stars don’t control your life.

Outro (Flüsternd, EN):
The universe is beautiful…
but it doesn’t write your fate.

Stars Don’t Whisper / Sterne schweigen

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Grok vs the King

Thomas Brutscher