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stranger

stranger (stripped)

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There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin

Crown of stars

Do It For Love

Do It For Love (Radio Mix)

Ocean Afro

brasita-de-alegría-(blues)2.

3AM at the Bar

Empty Phrases (Sky Lounge Edit)”

[Verse 1 – spoken / half-sung, distant reverb]
You roll two lines off your tongue…
meaningless words… rehearsed and numb.
No deeper truth… just static noise,
a hollow act, a clever ploy.

You find your place in this cruel land,
bow your head… betray your stand.
You take what’s left, or you get none…
forgotten dreams, undone.

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[Pre-Chorus – whispered groove]
Still you rise… still you smile,
empty phrases bought you miles.
You walk through doors once closed,
silence knows… silence knows.

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[Chorus – floating falsetto / echo]
Alone…
haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
no one to wipe your tears.
That feeling…
yeah, that feeling… you miss.

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[Verse 2 – pulsing bass, spoken-word tone]
Reshape your mind, redesign…
trade your faith for something fine.
Turned your gold into mud,
your kingdom fades to dust.

What once was free… now comes at cost,
the old lie burns, the truth got lost.
Blind through love, blind through pain,
blind inside your name.

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[Chorus – hypnotic repetition / layered vocoder]
Alone…
you haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
through the noise, no one hears.
That ache…
yeah, that ache… is real.

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[Bridge – airy, dreamlike / spoken echoes overlapping]
All that I am… I gave away.
The mirror cracked… but still I stay.
A wave of love… pulled me out.
She changed me—no doubt.

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[Final Chorus – smooth lift, warm pads + subtle groove]
You changed yourself, the world turned new,
a wave of love, it carried you.
Out of the cage, the golden haze,
away from guilt, away from blame.

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[Outro – minimal fade / whispered loop]
Yeah… that’s the feeling…
that’s the feeling…
you were missing.
Yeah…

empty phrases (house).

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

I Held the Door Too Long

It all started with a simple Handpan recording...
Its sound sparked something deep inside me. Then came the Afro-house style kicks and percussions, building the pulse of the track.
With my lovely PSR Santana electric guitar, I added some ambient tones, a floating space between earth and sky.
Finally, the soulful Persian Kamanche joined in, bringing the spirit of the East into this modern blend.
That’s how Echo of Us was born, the echo of all of us, in a world where borders are fading.
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گاهی موسیقی از برنامه و ایده شروع نمی‌شه، از یک لحظه شروع می‌شه.
یه روز صمیمی‌ترین هم‌راهم یک هنگ‌درام آورد به استودیوی من در دوسلدورف…
صداش و وجودش فضا رو پر کرد، انگار نوری وارد اتاق شد.
با Neumann TLM 102-و Avalon Sp 737 preamp ضبطش کردم، بعد چند کیک و پرکاشن آفروهاوس ساختم و کار جوون گرفت.
بعد با گیتار مورد علاقم PSR Santana چند لایه اتمسفریک اضافه کردم، و فضای کار رویایی‌تر شد.
اما جادو وقتی اتفاق افتاد که حسین کاشف با کمانچه‌اش اومد.
با هم خندیدیم، گپ زدیم، او نواخت و من ضبط کردم…
یه قطعه که نه فقط از صدا، بلکه از احساس و دوستی ساخته شد.
🎵 Echo of Us ،
یه خاطره‌ست، یه پیوند، یه پژواک از عشق و دوستی در ریتم.

Echo of Us

Beatport

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Lyrics:
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One

Where stone once kissed the water—once sea, now silent glass,
Four young men stood; three held No One fast.
A slow red weight along the edge, a burden built to last;
We watched in hush—what slips away is past.

The circles widen outward; time keeps no one small.
He drifted where the ground turns hard—we stayed human through it all.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
No One… No One slid where we stayed—almost away.
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One

The mother bore a torch—a small, aching flame;
The father pled the stars with open, empty hand.
Good, honest hearts—they gave the same,
But only No One knows that hidden land.

The mist called from the farther bank; his chains untied, declined.
He walked ahead and taught the blank to breathe a living line.
A man of wind and thread, turned crown and steel aside—
He made a world from nothing—too bright, too wide.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
Almost away—
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One
mist along the line;
He went before us, left his chains behind.
He went before us, left his chains behind.

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