strong lyrics and well crafted support by the music

Musique relax & superbe mélodie & voix . Excellent !

Love the guitar , great atmosphere generated by the track

Great lyrics and story telling. Beautiful song.

Invención A Tres Voces (Clavecín)

Motivation

Lonely

[Verse 1]
Packed my bags, left the shore,
Ventura sun, I’d see no more.
Dad had plans, we crossed the sea,
But in Geneva, it wasn’t meant to be.

At first, it felt like something new,
American school, a different view.
But then he left for Africa's call,
And I felt lost, I felt small.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Verse 2]
Athens nights and Cyprus skies,
Each new stop, a piece of life.
But my heart was set ahead,
To the Holy Land where my soul was led.

Half the day with hands in dirt,
Half the day where books would work.
Simple life, the air so clean,
It felt like waking from a dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Bridge]
Didn’t need a map, just a heart on fire,
Wanderer’s soul, climbing higher.
Maybe home’s not a place on a map,
But a feeling you chase and never look back.

[Outro]
Ventura’s waves still call my name,
But I’m not the same, I’ve changed my lane.
From Geneva’s halls to an open sky,
This is my life—I won't say goodbye.

[Final Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

Runaway Train

Modes About Me - Dead Body
Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:

Happy Not Hateful

Dead Body

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Inner Turmoil” (studio version) reveals the song’s most powerful, gritty side: distorted guitars, punchy drums, and Sophie’s voice moving between rage and fragility. It’s the raw heart of Eileen Noise, where grunge meets unfiltered emotion.
Produced by EileenNoise
Singer Sophie


[Verse]
She paints her face in shades of grey
The mirror cracks but she won't stay
The weight of screams she hides inside
A tidal wave she cannot bide

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

[Verse 2]
The world spins loud a reckless game
She spits the rules won't play the same
Her shadow's loud her voice defies
A thousand truths wrapped up in lies

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

[Bridge]
Her heart's a storm her veins ignite
She dances wild against the night
The chains that bound her now are dust
She's breaking free because she must

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

Inner turmoil

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Boss Moves

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

City

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“SYNISTER”
By A-Bomb

And there you were so perfect
when you walked into that room
My heart stopped 
My jaw dropped 
And right then
Our eyes met 
I knew I had you
Ohhh

You hit me with that love line
Damn, you’re bad
Just wanna make you all mine
And yes I am
Ohhh

You picked me up
You held me down
I fucked it up 
You’re not around 
And damn I’m missing her
Oh please come back 
Just one more chance 
I swear to god
I’m not that bad
I’m not that SYNISTER
Yeah I’m not that SYNISTER 

And there we are 
so innocent 
Walking down the isle 
A perfect life together 
No more tears 
Got all the smiles
Ohhh

You hit me with that love line
Damn, you’re bad
Just wanna make you all mine
And yes I am
Ohhh

You picked me up
You held me down
I fucked it up 
You’re not around 
And damn I’m missing her
Oh please come back 
Just one more chance 
I swear to god
I’m not that bad
I’m not that SYNISTER
Yeah I’m not that SYNISTER 

Ohhh 
Ohhh

You picked me up
You held me down
I fucked it up 
You’re not around 
And damn I’m missing her
Oh please come back 
Just one more chance 
I swear to god
I’m not that bad
I’m not that SYNISTER
Yeah I’m not that SYNISTER

SYNISTER

Thanks to my friend Chris for shredding on this track

Track construction - Combstead
lead guitar - Chris
mix - Combstead / Chris
mastered - Chris
artwork - Chris

Voice of reason - feat. Chris


We played our games on idyllic streets
We had no cause to complain
No complex melodies
No strange backbeats
The air was sweet with smoke and sugar cane

We played our games on old fashioned streets
Before our wild hearts were tamed
No complex melodies
No fake breakbeats
Only good vibrations rippled through our veins

As the years roll by the memory spins and purifies
sweeps away the deadwood days and nights
Drink the bottle dry
The memory spins and purifies
The whisky mist descends and lullabies
Gives me Rose Iris Eyes

We played our games on idyllic streets 
Soundtracked by exile on main
No complex melodies 
No strange backbeats 
Nobody ever cause nobody pain

As the years roll by the memory spins and purifies
sweeps away the deadwood days and nights
Drink the bottle dry
The memory spins and purifies
The whisky mist descends and lullabies
Gives me Rose Iris Eyes

We made our games on idyllic streets
a simple three chord refrain
No complex melodies
No strange backbeats
I hope my children get to feel the same

We played our games on idyllic streets 
Soundtracked by exile on main
No complex melodies 
No fake backbeats 
I hope my children get to feel the same (repeat)

I hope one day my children get to feel the same



Rose Iris Eyes

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)

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