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Sunshine (My Girl)

Broken

A song to my brother in Christ and friend.. Christian rap, #Christianrap, #christianpop, 

Big Brother, Just Listen

Saint Niklas signs in rearview sigh,
goodbye to lakes that kissed the sky,
my chest still warm from southern light,
but shadows stretch into the night.
Windows down, I let it sting,
this wind that doesn’t feel like spring,
just last breath from a golden zone,
now motorway, steel, skin, and stone.

A trace of sunscreen on my neck,
a song from George, my private wreck —
"War is stupid," yeah, I agree,
but leaving paradise hurts me.

Saaaaaaad Sad Sad Sad Summer Sunday
Sweet Holiday dreams end late evenings on the motorway
Saaaaaaad Sad Sad Sad Summer Sunday
Left my joy in the blue, and I’m fading into grey.

All week we lived like gods in gold,
now I feel cheap, and ten years old.
My tan, still wet with lake desire,
now drying fast in asphalt fire.
Your voice in echoes down the beach,
so far now, just out of reach.
Wish I could turn the car around,
but real life’s pulling, chain and sound.

"Leave the lakes, take the ache, don’t look back, make no mistake…"
"Late sun fades, your skin still glows, northern roads, nobody knows…"

Saaaaaaad Sad Sad Sad Summer Sunday
Sweet Holiday dreams end late evenings on the motorway
Saaaaaaad Sad Sad Sad Summer Sunday
Naked skin, goodbye wind, and the laughter fades away…

Steel and silence, concrete grace,
summer’s ghost still on my face.
Next exit: Monday, real and pale,
but my heart stayed south, in a love-sick tale.

Sad Summer Sunday in Carinthia

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

Sad Summer Sunday in Carinthia

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