Can't Give Up

Rendərd

This remastered album "Flight of Light" chronicles the dramatic shift in Inge's world as the idyllic life she knew in Book 1 becomes overshadowed by the growing influence of the Nazi regime. Inge and her siblings are drawn into the activities of the Hitler Youth and League of German Girls, experiencing a strange mix of camaraderie, newfound responsibilities, and subtle indoctrination.

The innocence of childhood games and explorations gives way to a more structured and ideological environment. Inge faces internal conflict as she grapples with the disharmony between the values instilled by her family and the increasingly rigid expectations of the regime.

The book portrays the subtle ways in which ordinary people are drawn into the machinery of a totalitarian system. The music for Book 2 mirrors this internal and external conflict, expressing the emotional turmoil of a nation on the brink of war and a family struggling to maintain its values in the face of overwhelming change.

"Flight of Light" is a powerful exploration of the loss of innocence and the struggle to find a sense of belonging in a world on the brink of chaos. The music echoes this struggle, offering a poignant soundtrack to a pivotal chapter in Inge's life. It sets the stage for the dramatic events that will unfold in the subsequent books, as the Feyerabends face the full impact of the war and the difficult choices that lie ahead.

A Friendship Glowing (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

A love song for Christmas, instrumental. Piano & flute. Enjoy!

Blue Lake, love for Christmas

Polvojack
Additional Artists
Composer - Guillaume Doyon
Lyricist - Guillaume Doyon
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
199800919473
Release Date
Nov. 24, 2025
Primary Genre
Easy Listening
Secondary Genre
Easy Listening
Primary Subgenre
Background Music
Secondary Subgenre
Instrumental Pop
Mood/Style
Type: Instrumental
Album Language
English
Artist Sounds Like
Add Info
Artist Location
Canada

Little Reminder

 Betonruhe (Der Handwagen erzählt)

Ich bin aus Metall. Vier Räder, ein Griff, ein bisschen Rost. Ich bin kein Mensch, aber ich bin da. Ich stehe im Innenhof, zwischen einer Wendeltreppe, die ins Nichts führt, einer Badewanne, die Regenwasser sammelt, und einem Kühlschrank, der nichts mehr kühlt. Ich bin der, der Dinge bewegt. Und der, der sieht, wenn sich was verändert.

Seit Tagen ist es heiß. Beton glüht. Die Sonne brennt alles weich. Er kommt jeden Morgen barfuß. Gießt die Pflanzen, eine nach der anderen. Die Brause zischt leise. Ich höre das. Ich spüre, wie sein Gang sich verändert. Keine Rückenschmerzen mehr. Kein Ziehen. Das Ding am Hals – Lymphom – meldet sich nicht. Egal wie er den Kopf dreht. Ich bin kein Arzt. Aber ich merke, wenn jemand leichter wird.

Sein Kater hatte Stress. Bisswunde. OP. Er selbst hat Stress mit allem drumherum. Aber in einem stillen Moment steht er da, Füße im Matsch, und sagt nichts. Der Schmerz im Zeh – Arthrose – ist weg. Der Matsch zieht die Hitze raus. Ich weiß das. Ich hab schon andere stehen sehen. Aber bei ihm ist was anders.

Hier gibt’s keinen Lärm. Kein Strom. Kein System. Nur Wind, der denkt. Und ich. Ich trage nichts heute. Nur Beobachtung.

Er sagt nichts. Aber ich weiß, dass er sich fragt, wie das jetzt weitergeht. Ich spüre das. Ich bin schließlich dafür da, Dinge zu bewegen. Und hier bewegt sich was. Nicht laut. Nicht sichtbar. Aber echt.

Ich bin ein Handwagen. Und ich weiß: Manchmal heilt ein Ort mehr als jede Tablette.

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h.

kolkhorst 2025


betonruhe

im retten verloren

Love Of Yesterday

Three tracks designed to lift you into a cinematic, inner-world journey—merging vibrant, forward-driving rhythms with immersive, emotive soundscapes that rise into expansive, electrifying peaks.

Very Cool

Welcome to the final deep dive into Toyah's 40 + year career, from her early albums with the band Toyah, through to her subsequent solo career, and Toyah And the Humans, as well as some previously unreleased gems. 

Outrageous Intro 
Ieya 1982 (plays in background of intro dialogue) 
Be Proud Be Loud Be Heard
Stand Proud
Heal Ourselves (Posh Redux) 
Zoom Zoom
Latex Messiah (Posh Redux) 
Victims Of the Riddle (Vivisection) 
Bird In Flight
Relax (Frankie Goes To Hollywood cover) with Trevor Horn 
Over 21
Velvet Lined Shell
City People 
Let Me Go 
Insects 
Urban Tribesmen
Ghost Light 
Space Dance 
Telepathic Lover 
Spaced Walking 
Lust For Love 
When A Woman Cries 
Sea Of Size (Toyah and the Humans) 
Falling To Earth 
Elusive Stranger 
I Believe In Father Christmas 
Quicksilver (Toyah and the Humans) 
Take Me Home 
Victims Of The Riddle 
Street Addict 
Haunted 
Change Of Scenery 
Waiting 
Rebel Of Love 
Brave New World 
Ieya 
Outrageous Outro 

Toyah 5

Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The breach settled behind them.

Not closed —

waiting.

Neon stepped forward.

The ground shimmered like metal dust suspended in air.

“It’s reacting,” she said.

“To us?”

Thorne knelt.

The particles shifted, forming thin lines —

shapes —

geometry.

A language.

Not written.

Assembled.

“These aren’t symbols,” Thorne whispered.

“They’re instructions.”

The Coranthium hovered low, humming, as though reading what neither of them could.

Dust spiraled upward.

A low-frequency pulse rippled out — deeper, heavier, like pressure rising from below.

Neon staggered.

“That sound—”

“It’s not sound,” Thorne said.

“It’s depth.”

The dust shifted again.

The shapes locked.

A cipher completed.

Then —

everything went still.

A voice formed inside the silence:

“Depth is a direction. Not below — within.”

Neon’s pulse aligned.

Something old and unseen moved beneath the surface.

“Thorne…”

“I know,” he said.

“We’re not reading it.

It’s reading us.”

The dust fractured —

not falling, not scattering —

rearranging with purpose.

One final line emerged:

“Awaken the charge.”

The Coranthium brightened.

A new pulse hit them —

clean, heavy, unignorable.

The ground trembled.

Something huge, dormant, mechanical —

turned.

—

Rendərd

Kik Science

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