Lyrics:
In us something growls—no plea, just sign;
Dress shoes full of forest sand—ready on the line.
On paths where memory powders down to dust,
Too soon departed; breath turns slow and hushed.
Family, tradition—half-bowed in the rite;
I lift a little pebble—same longing, tight.
My polished soles scrape hard along time’s flint;
We cling to leaves that whisper in the…

Wind over us, wind on the face,
Wind—wind—our hearts grow soft and light.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

No grave—only ash that travels, lets go in the wind;
Learn to bear what will not fall—be patient, kind.
Small stones in my palm—mute language, broken band;
We honor without signs—the breathing no-man’s land.
Between the ribs a hollow bell is spanned;
It rings for all we carry like a handful of sand.

[Chorus] (2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

She stands—a young widow—still in the square;
Her voice cuts through manners—pain’s the only prayer.
Relics I call pebbles—steam and moss for heat;
Too-early leaving cuts the hand; time ticks in linen sheet.

I weigh the stones—can weight restore his place?
I whisper, “Where’s his grave?”—too hurried a chase.
He sighs, “Only ash—no granite, no stone.”
Our shoulders drop; the silence walks alone.
“Ash,” he repeats—like air above the sea;
I nod, let go, and trace the edge more free.
Names rise like grains; what’s near fits in the hand—
Enough for those who stay to understand.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

Hearts Soft and Light

Lyrics:
Hopelessly in love — a tiny, hopeless heap of hope,
I’m going deaf … and yes, it’s you who tipped the slope.
Your fault — at least by half — I whispered “Stop, now choose!”
For months I yelled in silence, losing ground I’d never lose.
You stare so calm, and all I hear is ringing in my head;
I carry all that noise alone, the words we left unsaid.

What is the shape — love’s cornered scrap that doesn’t fit?
An L beneath my chin — too tight to breathe in it.
So close it hurts — or far as any sea;
I want a straight-up answer now — no detour left for me.

No means no — I choose me (2x)
I won’t take less — not anymore, I’m free.
Hopeless in love? A heap of hope — but free.
No means no — I choose me (2x)

Does he give me room to feel and trust what I can feel,
Or leave me drowning while my borders flood and peel?
Not long ago I tried to fit my misses into form,
Called it “wise” and placed it — but no light returned warm.

I stack up pretty reasons, swear they’re “reasonable,” I try —
But here they crack and crumble: no more light, no clear blue sky.

No means no — I choose me (2x)
I won’t take less — not anymore, I’m free.
Hopeless in love? A heap of hope — but free.
No means no — I choose me (2x)

I … choose … now … for … me (2x)
Choose — choose — choose for me.
Clear — clear — clear to see.
No means no — I choose me.
Hopeless in love? I set it free.

Take a stand — my eyes now whisper — looks like he leans her way;
My heart says “yes,” then “no,” then “yes,” then swings in wild delay.
No living faith remains that soul and spirit shine in you;
You do too much for “not with her” — so what of what is true?

False truths dim out — no light, no clarity;
I lay my weight, find center — fall back into me.

No means no — I choose me (2x)
I won’t take less — not anymore, I’m free.
Hopeless in love? A heap of hope — but free.
No means no — I choose me (2x)

Same old shine, same fake daylight;
Reasons pile and call it right.
Two, then three — the mountain grows,
Love-debris in cornered rows.
Hopeless in love — I tremble, small —
A heap of hope against the wall.

No means no — I choose me (2x)
I won’t take less — not anymore, I’m free.
Hopeless in love? A heap of hope — but free.
No means no — I choose me (2x)

Done … Choose … Now … For … Me (2x)
No means no — I choose me.
Choose — choose — choose for me.

No Means No

Lyrics:
Empty days—I softly watch the clock;
Each second velvet-smooth, yet heavy as a rock.
I drift through life with neither aim nor lore;
All flat and colorless—I’m reaching out for more.

With every step the road slips from my feet;
The shadows whisper; I can’t find the light I seek.
Where hides the sense of this forsaken span?
I hunt a compass—yet I cannot find a plan.

Lost within time, I long to be set free,
For one clear answer cutting through my misery.
Perhaps the way lies deep within my chest—
A hidden path where hope is softly pressed.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Everyone speeds forward on a chosen track;
I stand with questions pressing hard upon my back.
What grants true meaning to this hollow span?
The silence in me beats me where I stand.

“They say joy lives in you alone,” I hear;
Yet my inner voice is fragile, thin and sheer.
That silence swells to sirens, sharp with dread—
Will I escape this want that begs for bread?

Lost within time, I long to be set free,
For one clear answer cutting through my misery.
Perhaps the way lies deep within my chest—
A hidden path where hope is softly pressed.
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Perhaps I’ll find my solace in one tender care—
A whispering of light, miraculous and rare.

Life feels empty now—but not eternally;
Somewhere within, a quiet song awakens me.

Lost Within Time

Lyrics:
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One

Where stone once kissed the water—once sea, now silent glass,
Four young men stood; three held No One fast.
A slow red weight along the edge, a burden built to last;
We watched in hush—what slips away is past.

The circles widen outward; time keeps no one small.
He drifted where the ground turns hard—we stayed human through it all.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
No One… No One slid where we stayed—almost away.
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One

The mother bore a torch—a small, aching flame;
The father pled the stars with open, empty hand.
Good, honest hearts—they gave the same,
But only No One knows that hidden land.

The mist called from the farther bank; his chains untied, declined.
He walked ahead and taught the blank to breathe a living line.
A man of wind and thread, turned crown and steel aside—
He made a world from nothing—too bright, too wide.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
Almost away—
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One
mist along the line;
He went before us, left his chains behind.
He went before us, left his chains behind.

Mist Along the Line

Lyrics:
I drift, a stranger to these streets beneath the gilded, starry cold,
My phone hums in my right-hand grip, left—an embered cigarette of old.
Smoke rises—pale, imperious—ghosts of yesteryears I spurned and sold;
The night numbs down my trembling heart while I confide in shades I hold.

The stars blink on, unmoved—aloof within their sovereign light;
I long for her embrace that once put out my reckless fire’s bite.
She reads my deepest weaknesses, each wound my careless hands have made;
Each step exhales a sigh of guilt—a grief that will not fade.

The cobbles whisper names of love I lost and cannot now restore;
Each footfall splits old scars again and tears them open as before.
I hear her tender laughter still, I feel the warmth her presence gave;
Now only barren silence reigns—an endless, self-made, living grave.

The stars blink on, unmoved—aloof within their sovereign light;
I long for her embrace that once put out my reckless fire’s bite.
She reads my deepest weaknesses, each wound my careless hands have made;
Each step exhales a sigh of guilt—a grief that will not fade.

Do I keep wandering this road, or finally turn and take a stand?
Dare I face truth—ice and steel—a crooked, cutting, ruthless brand?
Hope shatters into glass and rings against the frozen ground;
The love I squandered hauls me toward the black, devouring underground.

The stars blink on, unmoved—aloof within their sovereign light;
I long for her embrace that once put out my reckless fire’s bite.
She reads my deepest weaknesses, each wound my careless hands have made;
Each step exhales a sigh of guilt—a grief that will not fade.

So I walk on through the night; the stars stay silent, yet they see.
The ember blooms like testimony; smoke writes what remains of me.
If ever she absolves my debt, a newer dawn may lift my path—
Till then I wander, lost inside the shadow of her laugh.

Sovereign Light

Lyrics:
Born in the west rose tall in a risen town 
Blue eyes black hair while dead leaves circle down 
Busy with timber greens red rose in his hands 
One steady man pressing life’s mark in the lands 
Captain or father - giant child in revolt 
Kept swine loud spines straight till the last sharp jolt 

Moustache thick with the small-town army near 
Hit once learned fast: forgiveness is to face yourself here 
Older now pain closer on morphine’s dim ring 
“Just in time” never comes for that last crossing spring 
Prison hums low with no corporal’s cry 
March till drums stop then quiet decides who will die 
One small room left horizon not clear 
Study work career is this it - this mirror of fear 

Pause breathe in slow count only to two 
Silent heavy years yet something still moves through 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Faithful in love to all - then none - then the sky again 
Keeper of beasts one green heart in the den 
Stern yet fair like a child on a cracked bike 
Love in the doing not echo on the mic 
Hard and soft oak-rooted steady from afar 
Roots drive down deep branches reach like a star 

Taught us mirrored till near-giant grown 
Cut to the earth then risen as bright oaken bone 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Friends old ghosts softening edges of grief 
One life went under in poppy-red relief 
No hand that takes only liver and will 
Owl and mouse share dark quiet bond in the kill 
Curls and still heart weapon laid to rest 
Hands hanging loose while slow breath lifts the chest 
Eyes on doorways where the colonel left the bar 
Quiet love locked in like a faint hidden star 
Rifle turned east standing mute and unseen 
Bread running low where the spoken truths stay lean 

Silent night inward still smolders and burns 
They pass by the sea near Zeeland no road of returns 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Stand firm old man stand oaken man 
Bend don’t break just do what you can 
A man well done in promise and in death 
No faith in gods yet he walks his straight breath 
Stand firm through wind through splintered time 
Rain dry trees birds cut by a fraying lifeline 
Stand firm tomorrow old man oaken man 
Stand stand again our golden oaken man 

Stands firm when the night runs long 
Quiet roots hum deep under each life-song 
Stands firm oaken man in last light 
Guarding love while he walks out of sight 

Oakenman

Lyrics:
Snow lies hushed, a blue breath’s slender thread
Stone-still, saddened shepherd's dog in snow by a fallen wolf, also stone-cold, but ... dead

Wind’s faint track runs over silent rock and air
Sheep huddle close, heads low, too numb to truly care

“Is it dead?” — “Might be a trick, dog - beware”
“Wolves deserve no mercy, dog, strip his skin bare

Let his ribs drink cold, let frostbite tear
He hunted us — now let him drown in despair”

The shepherd dog stood grieving on the white-drift ground
“I faced those teeth for each of you when hunger came around

You shivering, spiteful fleeces, little heaps of warmed-up hide
To talk like this in all this grief, with him dead at your side

I broke his charge so many times, turned hunger from your door
Now starved he lies in tilted snow, and still you ask for more

Your eyes spit hate at him, and scarcely less at me
You love my snapping jaws, but loathe what they must truly be”

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep, deep, deep inside, guard it alone

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all alone

With the tip of the shepherd dog’s nose he folded snow back
Covering bone and fur, nose-following the last faint track

The last warm breath rose up as cloud, then thinned to black
Veins froze like glass; his shadow split along the crack
Wind whispered over naked bone, then turned and circled back

“Master, I remember the oath you laid on us
I’ll save you, silly flock of sheep — but who will save you from me?

Yes, I will tear for you, but who will tear you through?
What will you be without my teeth — what will remain of you?”

Who is guilty here — fang, or fear, or sky askew?
Cold voices howl at iron clouds of frozen blue
No road back across this black, blind storm we stumble through
Only snow knows when a life splits clean in two

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it alone

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all alone

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all all all alonel
alone alone alone

Guard yourself

Lyrics:
Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Sworn in, knighted, certified, you read it all more clear
You sigh, “They’re never honest,” you feel the hollow in their cheer
You walk too far ahead of them, they mutter as you climb
The point upon the skyline is a dot to them, a fleck of time
“That’s where I’ll stand,” they say, but you walk on, unburdened, open-eyed
They aim, but stamp in empty air, in nothingness and pride
You are not small, you are the marathon they’re always running for
It’s not your fault the cruel of heart can’t read the map or see the shore
You hold your bearing, keep your line,
and quietly you go on more

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Trees — one an oak, another birch in patient earth they stand
Each of them strange, each beautiful, their own soft-made-of-nature hand
“Give me a little bit too much,” you say with half-tired grin
Enough rings counted on your trunk, yet too few praise what’s within
They talk as if you’re just a speck, a little dot, some grain of sand
As if the Big Bang weren’t enough — they’re spoilt and over-demand
But they will learn the moment when you take that quiet leftward bend
And no more chase behind their backs, no more on their heels you run or mend

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Dark is too dark in the land of
Thunder clouds that crowd the sky
And woodpeckers go tik-tik-ticking,
tapping deep in your brainstem by and by
Noah’s Ark has sailed those waters,
still you shield your back from knives they shove
Let them talk their empty talking —
still it cuts beyond all human love
Yet you set your feet down anyway,
you choose the path, not just the track
You lean into your living compass,
keep your human bearing back on track

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Dark is the darkness in the land of
Vultures and northern creatures, cold
That is how the tale is handed to you,
So you hear it, so it’s told
But beasts just groan and strain and snort and cough into the night out there
That is their burden, theirs alone to bear,
However hard it grips your pride, however tight it knots your care

Dark is the darkness in the land of creatures cold

Lyrics:
Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar,
Ar nôrvelar khel, khelen.
Se saren ithan tal-de,
Se tal shen, se tal lathen.
Ven brôgar grôn ar thren ar snor ar khoff en dûn anor,
Mar san-es, mar san-ser solen,
Raen karg gripha tal prid, raen thang noren tal caren.

Vethran, kalden, certan, tal lir-et al mor klaren.
Tal sôrh: «San la verien», tal sen hollûn en san cheiren.
Tal rann faran-or san, san murmur-en min tal klîm.
Punct en noren-lîn esh mere-dot san, fleg en-tim.
«Ther tal-stand», san sê, ven tal rann-or, lîr-sol, ôn-ên.
San tir-en, ven stamp-en vuyd-êr, en nevan ar prid-bên.
Tal la-lîn, tal esh marathôn sha san alwên rennen for.
La fâut tal-es sha krûel-kelen la lir-en kart ni silen-shor.
Tal helda tal bering, gard tal lîn,
Ar sîlen-pas tal go-on mor-in.

Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar,
Ar nôrvelar khel, khelen.
Se saren ithan tal-de,
Se tal shen, se tal lathen.
Ven brôgar grôn ar thren ar snor ar khoff en dûn anor,
Mar san-es, mar san-ser solen,
Raen karg gripha tal prid, raen thang noren tal caren.

Silvar — en esh dorak, en-ther berchan — en sedran-erth san stand.
Echar san stran-vel, echar belles, san own malthar-en-natur hand.
«Den-tal mîr-ôvar lit», tal sê en half-weary grin.
Ringar sam-en en tal tronk, ven tû-few laudan sha-lîth en-wîn.
San speak-en ke tal esh mer-speck, mer dot, grain en-sandor.
Ke mor-bâng la-enogh — san spoilen, ôver-demândor.
Ven san lar-en en-môment sha tal tak-en thûm-leften bend.
Ni mor chase en estel-san, ni mor on san hîl tal run ar mend.

Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar,
Ar nôrvelar khel, khelen.
Se saren ithan tal-de,
Se tal shen, se tal lathe

Môr esh môrun en thar ulkorar

Lyrics:
Ren, ren, de gewende oproep klinkt weer  
Te rauw en te luid, een storm die tekeergaat in mij  … keer op keer
Mijn overhemd scheef, hartslag veel te hoog  
Elke vezel staat strak, breekt net als mijn geloof  

De huid slaat rood uit, gevoelig en fel  
Geen pantser meer over, slechts een leeg, dun vel  
Die glimlach van vroeger, in steen gehouwen  
Is nu een ruïne waar ik niet meer op kan bouwen  

En naast het luider wordende gebons  
Dwars door het zoemende geluid  
Van ruis en verloren radio signalen  
Kwam plots die naderende plons, zo luid  

Daarna viel de holle, klankende stilte  
Nog oorverdovend zwaar op elkaar  
En wat in één seconde kantelde  
Ligt een mensenleven later nog steeds daar...  
Een mensenleven later, nog steeds daar...  

Het neonlicht snijdt dwars door mijn hoofd  
Voetstappen echoën, de rest is verdoofd  
De wereld krimpt in tot een echo van tijd  
Spat uiteen op de muren, een verloren strijd  

Ik daal de trap af, langs verdiepingen van ramen, en gordijn  
Een schaduw zonder naam, voorgevoel van pijn  
Treden van grijs beton, huid samenspannend strak  
Waar de tijd is gaan liggen, plannen? God lacht luid - naar niets of niks ... met zoveel gemak

Beneden staat zij, lijkbleek in het wit  
In knipperend licht, rillend wijzend naar waar hij ligt  
Haar hand wijst schokkend naar wat ligt op de grond  
De wereld wordt klein – zwart, strak … samengespannen – schuimende mond  

En naast het luider wordende gebons  
Dwars door het zoemende geluid  
Van ruis en verloren radio signalen  
Kwam plots die naderende plons, zo luid  

Daarna viel de holle, klankende stilte  
Nog oorverdovend zwaar op elkaar  
En wat in één seconde kantelde  
Ligt een mensenleven later nog steeds daar...  
Een mensenleven later, nog steeds daar...  

Het lichaam van hem wiens naam we fluisterden  
In zinnen van drank, waar we nooit naar luisterden  
Een leven lang vrienden met ongeluk en ontrouw  
Nu hard op de vloer, gezicht star en grauw  

Als versleten leer, vervaagd en gescheurd  
Ligt hij erbij alsof de dood hem al zo vaak is gebeurt 
Hierdoorheen dwalend komen ze dichterbij  
De verdofte sirenes... te laat voor hem... te laat voor mij  

Ellende in focus, te scherp en te veel  
Een film zonder regisseur, beeld na beeld  
Waarom zou je dit willen? Is er dan niet meer  
Dan dit... niet meer dan dit...  

(Binnen oorbereik kwamen... de verdofte sirenes...)  
(Binnen oorbereik kwamen... de verdofte sirenes...)  

En naast het luider wordende gebons  
Dwars door het zoemende geluid  
Van ruis en verloren radio signalen  
Kwam plots die naderende plons, zo luid  

Daarna viel de holle, klankende stilte  
Nog oorverdovend zwaar op elkaar  
En wat in één seconde kantelde  
Ligt een mensenleven later nog steeds daar...  

En naast het luider wordende gebons  
Dwars door het zoemende geluid  
Van ruis en verloren radio signalen  
Kwam plots die naderende plons, zo luid  

Daarna viel de holle, klankende stilte  
Nog oorverdovend zwaar op elkaar  
En wat in één seconde kantelde  
Ligt een mensenleven later nog steeds daar...  

Een mensenleven later, nog steeds daar  
Een mensenleven later, nog steeds daar  
Een mensenleven later, nog steeds daar...

Een mensen leven later

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