nice, but add a couple of verses in with it. or collab with someone who will write more to it with you... jus a suggestion. bc what you have going here has potential to be a very good song.

sara

The Night We Met

“ SOOZ “ EP OUT NOW

-SOOZ-

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Executive Producer: Shervinn
Music Producer: Kagan
Guitar: Hoomaan
Art Direction: Rvdout
Sc Distribution: Mitrxv
Marketing: Mhsenivx

SOOZ

I Can't Help But Wonder

Solace

Mano Bespar

Be You

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

THE END OF CHASE

Wings once stretched to touch the sky
A shadow cast so broad and high
The symbol strong a nation's pride
But every rise meets time's cruel tide

Feathers bright like golden flame
A predator with a mighty name
Through valleys deep and mountains steep
The eagle soared where dreams could leap

Oh eagle bold oh eagle free
What happened to your majesty
From heights you fell a story told
Of power lost and wings grown cold

The rivers whispered tales of flight
The forests hummed of strength and might
But progress came with steel and smoke
And nature bent until it broke

The cries of prey now fade away
The sky grows still where once you’d play
But hope remains in hearts and land
A second chance a helping hand

Oh eagle bold oh eagle free
What happened to your majesty
From heights you fell a story told
Of power lost and wings grown cold

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Rain In Death Valley".

Rain In Death Valley

The Eagle's Flight

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They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

The Devil Wears A Suit And Tie - Marino.mp4

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Marino

“Transistor Hymn” reflects on the turbulent spirit of 1966, weaving historical imagery and personal memories into a haunting meditation on conflict, identity, and the search for a better future. The lyrics explore themes of war, political disillusionment, and cultural upheaval through vivid snapshots: a family watching the world unravel through a TV screen, protest signs etched in café windows, and music becoming both escape and resistance. As the verses move from past to present, the song draws a line between then and now, questioning whether progress has truly been made or if history simply loops in new disguises. The chorus poses a raw, unresolved question—can a fractured world still be reimagined? Through its stark imagery and lyrical contrasts, the song ultimately carries a quiet but persistent call for peace, understanding, and renewal, grounded not in grand slogans, but in the everyday acts of remembrance and change.


Transistor Hymn

Don't Know What Im Supposed to Say

Chaque morceau est une pièce d’un labyrinthe intérieur, chaque personnage un masque tombé dans le puits. L’Âne Flûte n’est pas un autre. Ni le corbeau. Ni le roi des rats. Tous parlent d’un même lieu, d’un même cœur fendu par les années, par le doute, par l’épuisement d’être. Ce projet est le récit d’un seul être qui s’est éparpillé pour mieux se rassembler.

Il a fallu deux années pour oser cette traversée. Deux années à visiter chaque recoin de la caverne : la peur, l’égo, la honte, la colère, mais aussi la lucidité, l’éclat d’une étoile dans la nuit, les murmures d’un espoir sans nom. C’est une cartographie de l’âme, un théâtre peuplé d’ombres qui sont toutes un seul corps.

L’intelligence artificielle n’est pas une coquetterie ici, mais un choix essentiel. Elle sert à ôter la voix de l’auteur pour révéler la voix de l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas lui que l’on écoute, c’est ce que ça dit en lui, et peut-être en chacun. La musique devient alors canal, les voix des archétypes, et l’auteur, un passeur anonyme qui délègue l’incarnation pour que l’essence passe sans entrave.

C’est un opéra intérieur, un carnaval de symboles, un murmure d’enfant vieux.
Un seul être se cherche — dans mille visages.

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Marino

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