Toller Sound.  Das Cello ist wirklich zeitlos.

I looove the song! It really gets you under the skin

Ancestral Violin is an Appalachian ballad for anyone learning to step out of mental shadow and back into steadiness.

With violin and guitar carrying the ache, this song moves through the feeling of being haunted by fear—chasing illusions, questioning emotion, and confronting conflicting goals—then arrives at a simple decision: peace is the bridge. Not the past, not the future, but the presence within. As the “ancestral violins” rise, the track becomes a kind of homecoming—surrendering to win, drinking from the chalice of atonement, and letting what’s always been true return.

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Ancestral Violin

A cinematic western-folk requiem told in twelve parables — from desolation to communion, from dusk to dawn.
Harlan Crowe’s baritone carries the grit of the desert; Sora’s soprano carries its light.
The Spanish classical guitar is the road itself: steady, unbroken, eternal.

The Road to Galilee

Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

I've been walking down these empty streets,
Where your laughter used to be.
You said forever, now you're gone,
Tell me where did we go wrong?

I see the pictures on the wall,
Smiling faces, now they fall.
Did I lose you, did I break?
Or was it love that was a fake?

I want to feel what love is,
Girl, you promised forever.
Now you lost faith in me,
Was this all a game, girl?

I need to know what love is,
You need to show me, girl,
That you will love me forever,
Even when I'm not at my best.

Every road just leads to you,
But the signs are torn in two.
If I could turn back all the time,
Would you still be mine?

I hear your voice, it's getting faint,
Memories painted, starting to fade.
Tell me, baby, is this the end,
Or can we learn to love again?

I want to feel what love is,
Girl, you promised forever.
Now you lost faith in me,
Was this all a game, girl?

I need to know what love is,
You need to show me, girl,
That you will love me forever,
Even when I'm not at my best.

I know I made mistakes before,
But I won’t run, not anymore.
If there’s a chance to make this right,
I’d fight for you with all my life.

Tell me, girl, do you feel the same?
Do you still believe in my name?
If love is real, don’t let it die,
Take my hand and give us time.

If you walk away, take my heart,
Leave me broken, torn apart.
But if there's a chance, don’t let go,
Let me love you, let it grow.

I want to feel what love is,
I won’t give up, I won’t let go.
If there's still fire in your heart,
Baby, let it start to show.

I need to know what love is,
I’ll prove to you that love is real.
If you just give me one last chance,
I’ll never let you go again.
Tell me, girl, do you feel the same?
Or has love just slipped away?

Feel What Love Is (Revised)

3AM at the Bar

It Looked Like Rain

This dark pop ballad explores the raw, imperfect nature of love—not as romance or perfection, but as a quiet act of endurance. The lyrics trace the emotional terrain of forgiveness, patience, and vulnerability, revealing how love survives through silence, bruises, and the courage to stay. With whispered confessions and cinematic restraint, the song moves through intimate verses, fragile choruses, and a haunting instrumental section that breathes like memory. It’s a portrait of love as a slow, painful, and beautiful process of learning to breathe again.

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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

Learning to Breathe Again

EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE - THE STORY SO FAR 2025/26
https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1384133/everywhere-and-nowhere-the-story-so-far.pdf

The lyrics of “I am eklektika” portray a life shaped by movement, learning, and reinvention, using the cello as a symbolic spine that carries the protagonist through shifting decades, continents, and cultural worlds. They tell the story of a Baby Boomer who never settled into one identity but instead evolved across eras—from analog beginnings to digital futures—absorbing each transformation as creative fuel. Berlin becomes the place where all these fragments finally cohere, allowing him to fuse classical roots, progressive imagination, and electronic experimentation into a personal artistic universe. The chorus frames identity not as something fixed but as something assembled from many lives, echoing the conceptual journeys of his albums—Futaria, Horizon IX, Mechanica Cellorum, Phronesis, The Fifth Season, The Nearness. Ultimately, the lyrics celebrate a person who has turned movement into meaning, experience into art, and time itself into a creative companion, living proof that reinvention is both a survival strategy and a form of beauty.

I AM EKLEKTIKA

This song is a stark and moving portrait of a family using the relentless rhythm of manual labor to build a barrier against an all-consuming grief. The narrative opens with the mending of a literal fence, a day's cost measured in tired muscles, but the chorus immediately reveals the true purpose of this constant busywork: it is a fragile defense against a pain they feel too weak to face. The "fences" they fix multiply—from roofs to hinges, to peeling doors—each chore a desperate attempt to hold their world together when a central piece, their daughter Cathy, has vanished from it.

The devastating core of the song is slowly revealed through spare, haunting details: Cathy was a "ray of sunshine" who was "hard to manage," and her departure was as quiet and final as a bus stopping outside their door. Her absence has rendered the children quiet and the parents silent, circling each other, unable to "break the ice." They are "attached to peeling doors" because focusing on a tangible, fixable problem is easier than confronting the unfixable void she left behind.

The song fades out on a cyclical and hopeless note, returning to the mended fence as if the entire painful journey has led them right back to the beginning of their avoidance. The final, repeated lament—"if only we could fix / the life we're living"—hangs in the air, a quiet testament to the truth that some ruptures are beyond any repair, no matter how many fences they build to try and contain the hurt.

Fixing Fences....we don't talk about Cathy

This is our Emo Album 

Your coffee cup still on my shelf
Lip print fading
Dust on the rim
Your jacket hangs like a hollow self
Sleeves still shaped where your arms had been

I keep your texts starred in my phone
Scroll them slow till the screen goes black
Funny how a blue-lit glow
Feels more alive than the road you’ll never walk back

We are expired lives
Stamped and timed in the corner of the page
You burned out at twenty-five
Left your name like graffiti on my veins

And I call you late at night
Say your jokes to the dark just to feel you reply
We are expired lives
But you haunt every line
Every line (every line)

Your mother sends me your old band tees
They still smell like smoke and shampoo
I wear one out till the collar bleeds
Like I could sweat your heartbeat through

And all our plans stuck to my wall
Ticket stubs
Crooked Polaroids
How can a hallway feel so small
When it’s echoing with all your missing noise? (so loud)

We are expired lives
Stamped and timed in the corner of the page
You burned out at twenty-five
Left your name like graffiti on my veins

And I call you late at night
Say your jokes to the dark just to feel you reply
We are expired lives
But you haunt every line
Every line (every line)

If I’d stayed one more hour
Would you still be here in this town
If I’d picked up that call
Could I have pulled you back down

I trace your letters on my knee
Till my skin goes red
Till it feels like you breathe
You left
But you left me
Stuck on rewind
Stuck on repeat (expired)

We are expired lives
Stamped and timed in the corner of the page
You burned out at twenty-five
Left your name like graffiti on my veins

Still I call you every night
Till my throat turns to rust and my eyes run dry
We are expired lives
But you live in my lies when I say I’m fine (I’m fine)
We are expired lives
But you live in my lies when I say I’m fine (expired)




















Expired Lives

Fool the Leopard

Please wake up

This is the music project of Steve Lewis, a classically trained cellist and multi-instrumental singer-songwriter based in Berlin, Germany. 

The name eklektika.berlin is striking and layered—it carries both an immediate sonic appeal and a set of resonances that fits the project’s artistic and philosophical ambitions:

1. Wordplay and Etymology
-Eklektika derives from the Greek eklektikos (“selective,” “choosing the best”), which in modern usage signals eclecticism—an openness to many styles and influences.
-The -ika ending also hints at “musica,” giving it a subtle musical cadence.
-Written in a slightly unexpected “k” spelling, it feels at once ancient and contemporary, European yet cosmopolitan.

2. Berlin Anchor
-Pairing it with .berlin instantly grounds the project in a city long known as a crossroads of cultures and avant-garde experimentation—from Weimar cabaret and Bauhaus to today’s electronic scene.
-The domain-style format suggests digital nativity and a living online presence; it reads simultaneously as a brand, a collective, and a web address.

3. Artistic Implications
-“Eklektika” signals that the work blends genres, eras and media—classical forms, rock energy, AI-generated textures—without being confined to one school.
-The Berlin reference underscores a tradition of boundary-pushing art and hints at an international, forward-looking ethos.

4. Memorable & Marketable
-Short, easy to pronounce in many languages, and visually distinctive with its twin “k”s, it is search-friendly and brand-ready.
-It invites curiosity—people instinctively want to know what “eklektika” means and why it’s tied to Berlin.

eklektika.berlin communicates exactly what the project embodies: a bold, eclectic fusion rooted in Berlin’s creative energy while open to global and futuristic influences—an identity that feels both timeless and unmistakably of the AI-age.

I AM EKLEKTIKA

Steve Lewis eklektika.berlin

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