Looking outside of your window, watching the rain falling... in every raindrop you can see all your thoughts. You think about your work, your love life, your family, your friends... the more it rains the more thoughts storm in your brain. Until it stops and ou know what you have to do...

Thoughts in the Rain ( Chamber Version)

I woke again in the middle of the night
Sweating, heart racing, lost in the fight
Laying still, staring through the dark
Trying to quiet the voice in my heart
I think about the ones I’ve lost
What they gave me, what it cost
And how I’m scared of waking up
To a world that never gives enough


Oh—oh—oh no
Don’t let me wake where nothing grows
Give me ground, give me voice, give me light
Let me rise where things feel right


Let me wake inside a tale
Where people care and love won’t fail
If things break, don’t walk away
Stay and hear what hearts still say
Let me live where stories mean
Not in silence—but in something seen


I still remember how she held me
Her warmth, her scent won’t let me be
Some nights I feel her next to me
Then reach and find there’s only grief
Time moves on, but I stay still
Trying to climb a broken hill
I don’t want a world that’s cold and bare
Just one that shows there’s still care


Oh—oh—oh no
Don’t let me wake where nothing grows
If I must rise, then let me be
Someplace real enough for me


Let me wake inside a tale
Where people care and love won’t fail
If things break, don’t walk away
Stay and hear what hearts still say
Let me live where stories mean
Not in silence—but in something seen


Sometimes my dreams feel more like truth
We’re happy, strong, no loss, no proof
We’ve got a house, a car, a little land
She smiles at me, I understand
But then I wake and it’s all gone
No laughter left, just moving on
I was sure I once had more than this
Now I can’t tell what real life is


Is this the life or just a ghost?
Am I awake, or just a host?
Let me sleep if dreams were true
‘Cause I was whole when I had you


Let me wake inside a tale
Where people care and love won’t fail

If things break, don’t walk away
Stay and hear what hearts still say
Let me live where stories mean
Not in silence—but in something seen

Let Me Wake Inside a Tale

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The Sun Don’t Shine The Way That It Used To

guitar, drums, bass, prod - sw1sh

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The Sun Don’t Shine The Way That It Used To

Who am i to ask for a miracle

Love is a drug. Obsession is a ritual.

You fake me real —
A deal is deal.
I take the pill.

The Pill  (Metal Cut)

Lyrics: Brieuc Bohu
Music: Brieuc Bohu, Fred Offret

Vocals &  Bass: Brieuc Bohu
Guitars, Drums & Keys: Fred Offret

Mix & Master: Vianney Bohu at Origami Studios

Hachiko

Ballad To Love

The first song was for themselves.
A scream into the void.

But the void listens.

Not just students.
Not just academics.
But strangers with usernames like BluePrinter47 and QuietTomCat12.

Now it’s not just about venting.
It’s about telling their stories.

They meet in the seminar room at 7 p.m.
There’s a soft sweetness in the air, like a freshly baked cookie vanished just moments ago.

Kate clears the whiteboard.
“Let’s write one for the people we’ve lost.”

Julian looks up. “You mean… who left academia?”
Kate nods.

Theo grins. “Oh. We’re doing a murder ballad.”

Ava grabs a marker and starts writing.

One line’s about failed exams.
Another’s about rejections—again and again.
Someone adds a verse for the colleague who finally makes it…
then loses everything overnight.

They never say names.
Everyone has someone in mind.

It starts as a joke.
It ends in a silence no one wants to break.

This is Test 2.

A song for everyone who doesn’t get to finish the track—
but still echoes in the melody.

Song: Ten Little Scholars

Ten little students applied to grad schools
One didn't ace his exams, and then there were nine

Nine little students, their packets prepared
One's references faltered, and then there were eight

Eight little graduate students, their studies like forts
One failed her comps badly, and then there were seven

Seven little graduate students sought ideas that inspire
One found no thesis topic, and then there were six

Six little graduate students did their research
One was tempted by big money, and then there were five

Five little graduate students went on the job market
One got zero flyouts, and then there were four

Four little assistant professors submitted their papers
One got only rejections, and then there were three

Three little assistant professors went up for tenure
One was voted down, and then there were two

Two little associate professors applied for promotions
One had no grant funding, and then there was one

One little professor left all alone
He went and got himself canceled, and then there were none

Let Me Wake Inside a Tale

Marol