Aaron  .  little love

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Love Supreme - Beauty (Acoustic)

All we need, Loner Deer

Maybe on the Moon

Aaron - Maybe On The Moon.mp3

alles rot alles tot ist kein Liebeslied.

Es ist eher das Echo davon. Ein bisschen Kaugummi-Automat, ein bisschen kaputte Stadt.
Erinnerungen, die kleben. Gefühle, die man neu sortiert.

Ein Song zwischen Straßenlaterne und Flaschenpfand – traurig, schön und irgendwie wahr.

Für alle, die mal kurz stehenbleiben, wenn die Ampel auf Grün springt.


alles rot alles tot isn’t a love song.

It’s more like the echo of one. A bit chewing gum machine, a bit broken city.
Memories that stick. Feelings you try to rearrange.

A song somewhere between streetlights and bottle deposits – sad, beautiful, and somehow true.

For anyone who’s ever paused at a green light.

alles rot alles tot

Guitar, tear my heart apart — string by string, cry by cry.

What they say about her song:
"It bleeds like a canvas, fragile and eternal, a wound that sings itself open."

This song is an intimate confession — a guitar ballad torn out of silence, dripping with roses, thorns, and the shadows of love that never was. It is music in the spirit of Frida Kahlo: raw, melancholic, painted in blood and beauty. Each note is both wound and bloom, each word both fracture and flame.

A whisper becomes a cry, a string becomes a scar — and yet, within the pain, a fragile flower still refuses to die.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Manug Mirage – All rights reserved.

String by String

Grow Old

Your shadow still sleeps on the empty bed,

But the warmth is gone, the fire is dead.

I reach for your hand in the midnight air,

But find only echoes that aren′t there.

The whiskey lies with a bitter taste,

A cruel reminder of love I chased.

The rain keeps beatin' on my window frame,

Each drop a prayer that calls your name.

The silence owns me, it cuts so deep,

A wound that wakes me when I should sleep.

No dawn will find me, no light will show,

Just a hollow heart that can′t let go.

The piano cries where the truth once lay,

Every note's a price I still pay.

The mirror breaks with a stranger's face,

A woman lost in an empty place.

If mercy lived, it would take me home,

But hope is a ghost, I walk alone.

I sing these blues to the endless sky,

Asking the night why love must die.

The silence owns me, it chains my soul,

Tears me apart, leaves nothing whole.

No dawn will heal me, no dream renew,

I′m buried alive in the loss of you



Nina Blaze - Where The Silence Sleeps / HQ + Lyrics

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