TEHRAN

This one’s for the nights you should’ve died but didn’t. Last Chance Texaco is a gas station at the end of the world — where the only thing pumping harder than your chest is the bass. It’s Ellis at his most unholy, bargaining with angels, nuns, and strangers with powdered thighs. A hymn for the barely-breathing, the still-feeling, and the ones who don’t know if they’re running from hell or just refueling for another lap through it.

Last Chance Texaco

💄 Make Up - Mahan Bahramkhan 

♪ Lyrics by: Moein Majd
♪ Composed by: Danial Shakeri 
♪  Mixing - Mastering: Hamid Hatami

YouTube Link : https://youtu.be/6eoa8SlIwRs
[29 Aug]
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Make up

The overall message of "Path of My Son" is a powerful testament to unconditional love, resilience, and generational connection.

It tells the story of a father’s unwavering devotion to his son—from the joy of birth through the trials of adolescence and adulthood. Despite emotional distance, personal struggles, and mistakes, the father’s love remains constant. The song explores how love endures through pain, how healing is possible, and how the bond between parent and child can reflect deeper truths across time.

Ultimately, it’s a celebration of growth, redemption, and the enduring light that love provides—no matter how dark the path may seem


[Intro – Spoken, deep synth bass]  
’99, the year you came alive,  
Out in the fields, under wide open skies.  
I held you in my arms, proud as I could be,  
Didn’t know the storms that waited for you and me.  

[Instrumental – atmospheric pads, slow build with electronic pulse]

[Verse 1 – mellow beat]  
Golden days in the countryside,  
Running free where the forest hides,  
Your laughter echoed through the trees,  
A simple world, the sweetest peace.  
But clouds rolled in, love turned thin,  
Mama and I, we broke within.  
You stood between the fall apart,  
Lost in the silence of your heart.  

[Chorus – soaring synths, emotional vocals]  
My son, my love has never gone,  
Even when the nights felt long.  
Through the fire, through the fight,  
You’ll always be my shining light.  
My son, wherever you may run,  
This love will always carry on.  

[Verse 2 – darker mood, electronic layers]  
You stumbled hard, we made mistakes,  
Searching for a truth to take.  
The world was cruel, it pulled you down,  
Still, my love was all around.  
I saw you chasing fleeting highs,  
A rebel soul with haunted eyes.  
But through the chaos, through the pain,  
I prayed you’d find your path again.  

[Bridge]  
Love doesn’t vanish when the storm arrives.  
It lingers in the bones, it burns in the blood.  
Even when you fell, I never let go.  
You are my son. You are my hope.  


[Chorus – stronger, layered vocals + synth harmonies]  
My son, my love has never gone,  
Even when the nights felt long.  
Through the fire, through the fight,  
You’ll always be my shining light.  
My son, wherever you may run,  
This love will always carry on.  

[Verse 3 – uplifting, hopeful tone with bright synths]  
Then love came knocking at your door,  
You found a heart worth living for.  
A wedding ring, a brighter dawn,  
Slowly the darkness was withdrawn.  
Step by step you claimed your ground,  
The life you lost, you slowly found.  
I’m proud of every move you take,  
My prayer is with you every day.  

[Verse 4 – reflective, atmospheric]  
I was born in sixty-six, a child of restless skies,  
You arrived in ninety-nine, with wonder in your eyes.  
Two mirrored years, yet worlds apart,  
A circle bound, a beating heart.  
Your path reflects the one I knew,  
A different time, but the same truth.  
Through shifting years, through all we’ve done,  
You are my mirror, you are my son.  

[Instrumental – layered synths rising, emotional build]

[Outro – Spoken + melodic mix, fading synths]  
I was so proud when you first cried,  
I’m still proud standing by your side.  
No matter where the road will bend,  
My love is with you till the end.  

[Final Instrumental – ethereal fade-out with electronic pulse + soft piano]

© 2025 by MOBest – Martin Oliver Beinersdorf

Path of my Son

Darya

Ashes of a Man is one of Luminor’s most personal and emotional works.

It tells the story of a father broken by heartbreak, depression, and drink — a slow decline witnessed by his family, who tried to save him. By the time he was ready to accept help, it was too late.

Woven with lines from a personal poem written for him, the song is both a eulogy and a confession — a heavy but beautiful reminder that love and grief are inseparable.

This is Luminor stepping into darker, heavier territory, continuing the intimate journey that began with Little Kingdom and All That Remains.

Ashes of a Man

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein

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.

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