this song came after Al Qassam songs and IDK WHYYY! Any way, a nice chance to say "From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free" 🇵🇸❤️

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Courage

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There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein

This dark pop ballad explores the raw, imperfect nature of love—not as romance or perfection, but as a quiet act of endurance. The lyrics trace the emotional terrain of forgiveness, patience, and vulnerability, revealing how love survives through silence, bruises, and the courage to stay. With whispered confessions and cinematic restraint, the song moves through intimate verses, fragile choruses, and a haunting instrumental section that breathes like memory. It’s a portrait of love as a slow, painful, and beautiful process of learning to breathe again.

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

Learning to Breathe Again

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The Garden That Doesn’t Grow is a cinematic folk ballad about love that withers not from betrayal, but from quiet neglect.

A story of a garden left untended, where flowers fade and roots fail to take hold. A reflection on the subtle decay of affection, and the ache of realizing that sometimes, the love you thought would last was never nurtured enough to bloom.

The track weaves together intimate acoustic guitar, warm cello, and soft piano, creating a soundscape that mirrors the song's themes of longing and loss.

LUMINOR — The Break Arc continues.

#Luminor #TheGardenThatDoesntGrow #LoveLost #CinematicFolk #Heartbreak #UKArtist #MusicThatSpeaks

The Garden That Doesn't Grow

Last Train to Jericho

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Lyrics inspired by Manolis Anagnostakis's "Φοβάμαι"

[Verse 1]
I fear the ones
who lived those years,
acting blind,
drowning fears.
Till one July
they hit the streets,
flags held high,
shouting heat.

[Chorus]
I’m afraid… of people turning,
changing faces on command.
I’m afraid… hearts ever burning,
burning cold then shifting sand.
I’m afraid… of sudden choices,
words that twist and disappear.
I’m afraid… of hollow voices—
and they’re louder every year.

[Verse 2]
I fear the ones
who search your skin,
hoping to
find faults within.
They closed their doors,
wouldn’t spare a dime—
now light their flames
and call it “time.”

[Chorus]
I’m afraid… of people bending,
bending truth to fit their role.
I’m afraid… of stories ending,
rewritten lines they claim they stole.
I’m afraid… of midnight whispers,
shifting tales from ear to ear.
I’m afraid… of sudden shivers—
and the ones who hold them near.

[Verse 3]
I fear the ones
who drink the night,
breaking rules,
picking fights.
Now they claim
their visions rise—
calling dreams
another guise.

[Bridge]
They walked away
when you walked near,
changed their path
to dodge your fear.
Now they stand
to praise your name—
yesterday
they fed the flame.
Guitars swell—
the truth is thin.
People change
like shifting wind.

[Final Chorus]
I’m afraid… of colors drifting,
masks that move from face to face.
I’m afraid… of shadows lifting,
tilting light in every place.
I’m afraid… of people shifting—
and my fear grows day by day.
I’m afraid… of all their lifting
stories that just fade away.

I fear...

Fermata (with Friends)

A song from May 2024, although the original version is much older. Lyrics by Phil Preston, performed by Philip And The Machine (AI).

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