Fly Me to the Moon

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Sunshine (My Girl)

I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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Like Me - Single

Like Me

Broken

Soft Like Sin

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track

Let the lights dim low, let the worries slide
You’re safe in the rhythm, on this midnight ride
No pressure here, just open skies
We drift in sound, where the silence lies

Every note’s a promise, soft and slow
No rush, no rush—just let it flow
Let your mind be weightless, let your thoughts undress
This is your moment. Nothing less.

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track
(Breathe it in… you’re right on track)

City fades out, just the stars remain
Beats like whispers calling your name
Close your eyes, you’re not alone
This groove is shelter, this sound’s your home

You don’t need answers,
just this pulse to hold
You don’t need stories,
just the bass—warm and bold
Let it wash through your skin,
let it hum in your bones
Where music begins,
we are never alone

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track
Just breathe, just be… the music’s got your back

Introduction

Dernier Souffle

Rotherhithe, Rotherhithe —
like a person who is always right.
Tube delays? He says, “That’s life.”
Still packs tea bags for the fight.

Corduroy king in the concrete light,
Chain oil stain — yeah, that’s his type.
Draws maps of ferries that don’t exist,
"Urban vision," he insists.

Votes for benches, hates oat milk,
Speaks in sarcasm, smooth as silk.
He met a duck in ’96,
Never talks about it — but the trauma sticks.

Rotherhithe, Rotherhithe —
like a person who is always right.
Loves a queue and loathes good Wi-Fi,
blames the moon when he can't dance right.

Collects mugs from events that flopped,
Plays ska triangle — Skank Unstopp’d.
Thinks every Tesco has a soul,
Dreams of dial-up rock’n’roll.

Takes ghost tours just for fun,
Winks at pigeons one by one.
Yelp reviews in haiku form,
Finds heavy rain incredibly warm.

He wears a trench coat in July,
"Just in case the fog gets shy."
Brews tea in a diving suit,
Sings to bins. Calls it London Flute.

Rotherhithe, Rotherhithe —
half joke, half civic pride.
Wants love like river tide,
but ends up texting Southwark Side.

He’s weird.
He’s sweet.
He’s yours —
Until the Jubilee line arrives...
Or doesn’t.

Rotherhithe... signing off.

Rotherhithe

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Contact: dietmarhanner@yahoo.com

Rotherhithe

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