Afro beat, experimental electronic dance.

Rhythm of the Soul

Coffee Eyes

The Neighborhood is Dead

Streetlights and You

“City Line Boys” is an urban 80s-inspired song about the restless rhythm of city life and the quiet loneliness beneath its surface. The lyrics paint a picture of people chasing meaning, money, and fame through nights filled with noise, illusion, and repetition. The narrator moves through the artificial glow of the city — where everyone performs, hides their truth, and longs for connection that never quite arrives. It’s a reflection on modern alienation, dressed in the cold beauty of late-night lights, synthetic sounds, and lost emotion. Beneath the confident rhythm lies a subtle melancholy: the sense that we’re all running through the same endless game, pretending not to care, while secretly wishing for something real.


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Lyrics (without instrumental notes):

Title: City Line Boys

Midnight whispers, ticket stubs,
Concrete dreams in plastic clubs.

Walking through the night in a second-hand suit,
Looking for a sign that the world’s still cute.
Credit cards and cigarette haze,
We dance through the noise of the midnight maze.
Someone’s talking revolution,
But nobody moves with real emotion.
Just another story on the newsstand shelf,
Trying to find meaning in someone else.

City line boys, chasing after the sound,
Heartbeats echo through underground.
We don’t talk, we just pretend,
Another long night that will never end.

She’s got lipstick like a traffic light,
He’s got eyes that burn through the night.
A taxi horn plays a lullaby tune,
While the skyline hums beneath the moon.
The rich get bored, the poor get loud,
Dreams get lost in the middle of the crowd.
We talk big words, but we’re small inside,
Hiding from truth, nowhere to hide.

City line boys, chasing after the sound,
Heartbeats echo through underground.
We don’t talk, we just pretend,
Another long night that will never end.

Morning comes with a plastic sun,
Dreams dissolve, the party’s done.
Coffee cups and silent trains,
Different faces, same old names.
We sell our time for borrowed gold,
Trading our stories till we’re old.
Still chasing rhythm, still chasing fame,
But nobody wins this waiting game.

Glass towers, mirrored lies,
Silver suits and digital eyes.
Everyone’s waiting for something to start,
But love’s just a rumor with no heart.

City line boys… chasing after the sound…
City line boys… lost and never found…

Cold streets, soft disguise,
We trade dreams, we monetize.
City lights shimmer, stories collide,
We’re just reflections passing by.

In the end, when the lights go blue,
I’m just another boy who never knew you.

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

City Line Boys

Text:
(Verse 1)
I called your name into the dark,
But only echoes answered back.
No angels sang, no lights appeared,
Just the hum of the world I’m still in here.

(Pre-Chorus)
Maybe silence is your way to speak,
A language only stars can read.
And maybe faith’s not what we find,
But what still lingers in the mind.

(Chorus)
There’s a silence after life,
No thunder, no divine light.
But I still feel you in the air,
In the space between despair.
Maybe heaven’s not above,
Maybe it’s the shape of love.
And I keep listening every night,
To the silence after life.

(solo)

(Verse 2)
They say the soul can drift away,
But maybe it just learns to stay.
Inside the atoms, in the breeze,
In every spark of memories.

(Pre-Chorus)
I don’t need a ghost to see,
You’re written deep in chemistry.
And if I never hear your voice,
Then maybe stillness is your choice.

(Chorus)
There’s a silence after life,
No thunder, no divine light.
But I still feel you in the air,
In the space between despair.
Maybe heaven’s not above,
Maybe it’s the shape of love.
And I keep listening every night,
To the silence after life.

(solo)

(Bridge)
Maybe death’s not an end, but a pause,
In the rhythm of the cosmic laws.
And when I dream, I hear you near,
Not in sound — but crystal clear.

(Outro)
So I wait, I breathe, I stay,
Hoping silence fades someday.
If nothing’s left, I’ll still be kind —
For love’s the trace we leave behind.

The Silence After Life

Gimme Noizz

The seasons that we go through
Whether they’re easy or they’re hard
They are part of how He grows us
And how He shapes our hearts

His fingerprints all around us
In everything we see
All creation that surrounds us
Illustrations of the King
Every work of wonder
Every sound and song we sing
Everything He’s made
Illustrations of the King

As we climb those mountains
Seeing the beauty as we ascend
We can’t forget the journey
Was the whole point in the end
And when we look back down
From the places where we’ve been
We’ll thank the Lord, once more 
For carrying us through again

Refined by the hardship
Not by giving up along the way
Each step that’s filled with struggle
Builds strength in us each day
The One who made those mountains
The One who helps us climb
The same hands that formed creation
Are holding yours and mine
We know the sun will rise
His mercy’s new each day
The ocean waves keep crashing
Still singing out His name

His fingerprints all around us
In everything we see
All creation that surrounds us
Illustrations of the King
Every work of wonder
Every sound and song we sing
Everything He’s made and given 
Illustrations of the King

He is in control
His creation beyond compare
His hands are always working
His love is always there
He turns the pain to purpose
He brings hope in everything
All of life reflects His heart
Illustrations of the King
Yes, Illustrations of the King

Illustrations of the King

What Is Your Peace Worth
© 2025 R3Zondo

you said, let it go, like it was light as rain
but i held it tight like blood in a vein
all the silence, all the cost
kept track of every line i crossed

i tried to fix what wasn’t mine
took the blame just to keep you fine
but i’ve been running from myself
to keep your demons on the shelf

what is your peace worth
if it breaks me down?
if i trade my truth
just to calm you down
every time i bend
you don’t even see
what is your peace worth
if it costs all of me?

i walked on eggshells, you called it grace
smiled while i vanished without a trace
gave you comfort, gave you grace
but lost the mirror to my own face

what is your peace worth
if i disappear?
if i lose my fire
just to quiet your fear
every time i shrink
to let you be free
what is your peace worth
if there’s nothing left of me?

there’s no prize for staying small
no medal for that kind of fall
and i won’t beg, i won’t pretend
this kind of love can’t heal or mend

what is your peace worth
if it breaks my voice?
i’ve got one life
and i’ve made my choice
you can have the calm
but not at my fee
what is your peace worth
if it costs all of me?

(Summary)

This song is my raw, emotional reckoning with the cost of peace when it comes at the expense of self. Inspired by the tradition of deep truth telling, it speaks to anyone who’s ever swallowed their truth to keep others comfortable. It’s about reclaiming your voice, and asking, finally, if that trade was ever worth it.

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Siegfried Grundmann