Señor Barends

some of us are banking on heaven 
but I’ve never been sure 
I’ve learned some valuable lessons
need to see the proof first 
but if we can’t see the signs we’ll be just fine down here on earth 
with our bloodshot eyes walking county lines barefeet in the dirt 

if you have a little faith 
don’t you put it on me 
if these are our last days 
let’s spend them in the trees 
there’s so much to see, so many secrets in the summer breeze, I’ve been on the doorstep since seventeen, fighting a war to keep the peace 
so don’t put it on me 

sometimes I get a bit worried that we changed too much and they might not come 
but I’m not in much of a hurry when I’m on these roads that are made of dust 

where the corns knee high by the Fourth of July 
and the stars at night are the wind turbines 
where the kids all loose their minds getting high in the summertime 

if you have a little faith 
don’t you put it on me 
if these are our last days 
let’s spend them in the trees 
there’s so much to see, so many secrets in the summer breeze, I’ve been on the doorstep since seventeen, fighting a war to keep peace 
so don’t put it on me 

such a scene in the July heat
no one around but you and me 
just a dream within a dream 
and I think that’s all it’ll ever be 

if you have a little faith 
don’t you put it on me 
if these are our last days 
let’s spend them in the trees 
there’s so much to see, so many secrets in the summer breeze, I’ve been on the doorstep since seventeen, fighting a war to keep peace 
so don’t put it on me

Faith

Smokey Mountain

Help

I get irrationally upset
When you won't come into my bed
But I do it because I like you
I'll be your chauffeur and I will drive you

I like the way your palms always sweat
Like you're taking a high school test
I wanna fall in love with you
It's been two weeks, that'll do

You make me the type of nervous where I don't want to eat
And all my friends know
That's not where my nerves go
That's not where my nerves go
That's not where my nerves go

And I'm recording an album about heartache as I begin to fall into love
And I'm recording these songs about loneliness, but I'm looking down on it from above
I am content
And I'm on the mend
It's just around the bend
You're the means and you're the end
I played the game
I stood out in the rain
But you took all the pain and you kissed it away

Almost five full years of shit brought me straight into your lips
I've got a list of awkward hugs
I've got a pile of dirty mugs
You remember everything I say
When I forget it the next day
Crawl in at 2am with me
In the morning we'll have tea

You make me the type of lazy where I forget to brush my teeth
And all my friends know
That's hard for me to let go
That's hard for me to let go
That's hard for me to let go

And I'm recording an album about heartache as I begin to fall into love
And I'm recording these songs about loneliness, but I'm looking down on it from above
I am content
And I'm on the mend
It's just around the bend
You're the means and you're the end
I played the game
I stood out in the rain
But you took all the pain and you kissed it away

And I am waiting, holding on to every breath you take
And I am scared shitless 'cause I don't know what kind of life you want to make
I'm anticipating losing all of this in a day
If you do break me
I'll try to fake it and I'll support you, babe

Now I am writing an album about heartache as I begin to fall out of love
And I am writing these songs about loneliness, as I'm crashing into it like a truck
But I'll be content
And I will mend
The things that you broke when I thought you were my friend
I'll get back in the game
If it's shine or if it's rain
And I'll take all my pain and I'll kiss it away

Almost two full years of bliss brought me straight back to this shit
I've got a list of awkward hugs
I've got a pile of dirty mugs

Dirty Mugs

Alright, so this album, Silent Roads, is one of those deeply haunting, intimate collections that takes you right into the heart of lost love and longing. Imagine an album that feels like wandering down empty roads at night, where every song is like a memory coming back to life, even though it’s painful. The songs all have this soft, slow, acoustic feel, with instruments like piano, violin, and especially the guitar, which just aches with every note. It’s like the guitar itself is grieving, you know?

Each track really explores the weight of what’s left behind after a relationship falls apart—not just the sadness, but the regret, the unanswered questions, and that bittersweet “what if” that never goes away. The lyrics are so raw and direct, they kind of hit you with all the things we usually try to bury or avoid. Some tracks are about missed moments and things unsaid, while others are more about finally letting go, even though you’re not ready.

It’s all told from this really vulnerable perspective, with baritone vocals that feel weary and deeply reflective, like he’s just sitting there, talking to himself or maybe to her ghost. There are songs that mention memories of shared laughter, promises that couldn’t last. It’s incredibly poetic but painfully relatable, especially if you’ve ever gone through a breakup that left you with a sense of unfinished business.

I’d say Silent Roads is less about moving on and more about understanding that some love stays with you, no matter how far you go. It’s one of those albums where you don’t just listen; you feel it. Perfect for late nights when you just want to be alone with your thoughts.

only if you stayed

The Night We Met

[I want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I'm just saying.
Yeah! Yeah!
I just keeping on praying.]

Oh! There are too few good people in this broken world.
Too few people left
.....to mend all the damage.
Too few left to prevent
the relentless march of
.....crime.
There is little time left
for the good to come good
.....anymore.
There is little time left
for the good to come good
.....anymore.

Some people
reach the point of
never being able to go back.
They lose track.
They lose track when they start
.....repeating old habits,
..........old ways-
ways of indulging old days.
LISTEN TO ME.
LISTEN TO ME.
Some people
reach the point of
never being able to go back.
They lose track.
They lose track when they start
.....repeating old habits,
..........old ways-
ways of indulging
.....in old days.
They bathe in sentiment.
They bathe in sentiment.

[Memories can be so cruel.
They keep fuelling wars.
Countries are like old whores.
Old whores brawling in the
.....street
all over them spoils of
.....dead meat.
We are all of us
.....dead meat walking.]

I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.

Just saying. Yeah!
Keeping on praying.
Yeah! Yeah!
Keeping on praying.

Listen

LISTEN

This track marks a bold evolution in Janeuary's musical journey, blending rich, emotional depth with a symphony of colors far beyond the simplicity of black and white. The fans will be able to enjoy the velvet vocals of the singer and enchanting instruments of the orchestra.
   "This song represents a new stage for me," Janeuary shares. "It’s more than music—it's a revelation of raw feeling and intricate instrumentation. While black and white have been my foundation, I’m now exploring a polyphony of musical colors."
   Janeuary’s emotional approach to music distinguishes her work, making each composition feel like an intimate, live performance. "If most music is a movie theater, mine is a theater," Janeuary says. Her intention is clear: to leave nothing behind, pouring every last ounce of soul into her compositions until the music falls silent forever.

***

Once I, I will open all your doors 
And come inside. 
Since I never hoped you’d be so close… 
I almost died
Tonight.
Tonight…
Just black
And white 
Why?..

Kiss me… I could feel your silver touch
Inside my tears.
Oh, listen… I could wander in your dreams
For  thousand years 
Of love 
Of love…
My love, love, love, love, love…

Once I, I will open all your doors 
And come inside…
Since I realized you are so close,
And I won’t die 
Tonight!

You’ll paint my black 
Into white


Janeuary - Black into white

HOPE - mit Polaride - Wohnzimmeraufnahme

This is the counterpart of our piece Last Paddle.  More introspective, and moving in nature.

LAST PADDLE (unplugged)

Mr. Bitterman

A new version of this song I've been working on recently. The music is based on a guitar track I made in 2000. The lyrics are new. It's a blues rock song with a bit of a country feeling. I hope you like it!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Ah, I wish it was easy, baby, I wish I could let it all go
Now that you’ve been gone, so many days in a row
Each one feelin’ slower than the last
Just me alone, reflectin' on the past

I wish it came easy, darlin’, lettin’ go like you did that night  
Now I stare at the clock, countin’ slow until first daylight  
You walked like it cost nothin’ to burn it all down  
While I dug through the ashes, tryin’ not to drown  

I tried my best, yeah, I tried to show you so much love 
But all I had to give, darlin', just wasn't enough 
Time to let it go, gotta let it all go, but how, I don't know 
Lord, I don't know! 
Oh, whoa, I don't know!

Maybe it wasn't intended
Maybe it wasn’t all pretended
I know I made mistakes
Or did time change us into strangers again?
Now that you’re gone, how can I move on
If I don’t know!
Oh, whoa, I don't know!

That bed still dips where you used to lay, I lie there, but I'm miles away 
Every picture's down, but the wall still aches, time is the cure, that's what it takes 
So I let that needle spin another round, say your name, just to hear the sound

I poured out my love till the bottle ran dry  
But whatever I gave, baby, still passed you by  
Time to let it go, gotta let it all go, but how, I don't know
Lord, I don't know! 
Oh, whoa, I don't know!

I don’t know… I don’t know…
Whoa… I don’t know…

Time to Let it Go

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

I hope you like my new hard rock track!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Love  
Sweet love  
All that remains  
Are the stains  
Promises  
Tempting promises  
Promised you paradise  
But you paid the price  
Oh yeah  

You sow the wind, you reap the storm  
Keep on going as long as you’re still warm  
But one day, one day you see it clearer  
Life took its toll, look in the mirror  

Got lines on my face, and lines I won't cross  
Counted friends that faded, like memory loss  
Truth’s a snake in a preacher’s coat  
They sell you a dream just to slit your throat  
I kept receipts, burned ‘m in a jar  
Now I just watch from the end of the bar  

Love  
Sweet love  
All that remains  
Are the stains  
Time  
Wasted time  
Built a castle on lies  
Then watched it unwind  

Street sermon preachers say the same old lines  
Polished teeth hiding rust behind the shine  
Every favor came with chains and fines  
Even hope costs - man, I read the signs  
Learned to walk with a limp, spit grit in the wind  
Bottled my prayers, then drank the sin  
Numb in the noise, where truth don’t win  
Fought through the fog with a fake-ass grin  
Every mirror’s got a scar on its frame  
Ain’t no saints here, just players in the game  

I saw love get sold in a zip lock bag  
Watched dreams dry out like a used-up rag  
Knew folks who’d kill just to feel intact  
And others who smiled while they stabbed your back  
I kept a list, but burned it for heat  
Lit up the dark with the soles on my feet  
Time don’t wait and the past don’t sleep  
Truth’s a wolf that don’t bleat with the sheep  
Still I rise, not from hope - from spite  
Got tired of peace, so I lit my own light  

I buried my youth in the ash of dreams  
Built a life from the cracks and the in-betweens  
Paid my dues, bled in unpaid scenes  
Held my breath where silence screams  
They told me age was a cross to bear  
But I wear it like truth, not some cross to scare  
No medals, no cheers, no light in the hall  
Just echo in bones and paint on the wall  
Still I spit in the face of the closing door  
Might be tired, but I’m not done anymore  

Even in the dust, something grows  
A crooked rose from a bed of woes  
We bend, we break, we bear the load  
But still we walk that heavy road  
No hallelujah, no shining sky  
Just breath in our chest, and a reason why  

Love  
Sweet love  
All that remains  
Are the stains  
Life  
Worn-out life  
You pay with your soul  
Just to feel alive

Love Sweet Love

I Keep Moving

Hostal Handshake is a stoner doom / hard desert rock band from Athens, Greece, active since 2001. Following early promos and their debut album Hellish (2007, Secret Port Records), they return with Stone Oracle—their long-awaited sophomore full-length, set for release in January 2026. After 18 years, the riffs are heavier, the fuzz deeper, and the desert winds louder.

Genre: Indie-pop/rock/funk/jazz/R&B with roots in the '70s and a vision for now.
Members:
Grant Crawford: Guitars, Bass
Gabe Landry: Guitars
Jeff Cairns: Woodwinds, Vocals, Drum and Keyboard Sequencing
Vektur is an eclectic band blending indie-pop, rock, funk, jazz, and R&B, with a sound that pays homage to the '70s while embracing a contemporary vision. The band's unique fusion of genres creates a dynamic musical experience that resonates with a diverse audience.
With Grant Crawford on guitars and bass, Gabe Landry on guitars, and Jeff Cairns on woodwinds, vocals, drum and keyboard sequencing, Vektur brings a multi-dimensional approach to their music, showcasing their 
versatility and artistry.
Stay tuned for our latest releases and updates.

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