Songs
Pursuit of Happiness
„There is only one true desire, in the depths of our breath.“
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Lolita
„The American Condition. Projection, Innocence, and the Myth of Youth.“
Track
grunge african gospel, moody noir-pop, shadow-glam
Lyrics
Call the Mirror Paradise
Motel static, neon rot,
cherry-gum halo, nicotine knot.
Pastel crowns on plastic queens,
smother history under Vaseline.
Billboards swear she’s sanctified,
bubble-wrapped and alibi’d,
back-seat ghosts keep score at night –
every mile, a gamble in flight.
Airbrush the bruise till it bruises the air,
rename the crime and pretend it’s a prayer.
Call the mirror Paradise,
drink the bleach-sweet lies.
We weaponize the youth we steal,
love the wound, deny the heel.
Call the mirror Paradise,
watch the velvet rot;
polish up the memory,
pretend the stain is not.
He inks his sin in violet gloss,
syllables crawl, never cross.
Culture claps on every beat,
dead verbs dancing, tasting sweet.
She flickers—half, then none,
Dolores stripped to lexicon;
we binge the outline, crave the glow,
leave her bones behind the show.
Sugar the trigger, freeze the frame,
roll the credits, dodge the blame.
Call the mirror Paradise,
drink the bleach-sweet lies.
We weaponize the youth we steal,
love the wound, deny the heel.
Call the mirror Paradise,
watch the velvet rot;
polish up the memory,
pretend the stain is not.
State-line blur, hush the tires,
names erased, motel choirs;
no confession—only art,
guilt in rhythm, pitch-black heart.
Call the mirror Paradise,
echoes in disguise;
drive, drive on,
till the silence crucifies.
____________________
@joerg alexander / Berlin, 16.05.2025
Pursuit of Happiness
„There is only one true desire, in the depths of our breath.“
Track
noir, ballad, jazz
Lyrics
**Verse 1:**
In the depths of our longing, in the silence of our cries,
There’s a whisper in the darkness, where our true desire lies.
For in the quest for happiness, a paradox unfolds,
As we chase elusive dreams, the yearning to let go takes hold.
**Chorus:**
There is only one true desire, in the depths of our breath,
It’s the longing for the end, the embrace of sweet death.
In our pursuit of happiness, a truth we can’t deny,
That in the quiet of the night, it’s death we truly pry.
**Verse 2:**
Through the laughter and the tears, through the highs and lows,
There’s a shadow in our footsteps, where our deepest yearning grows.
For in the laughter, echoes of a silent plea resound,
To find peace in the stillness, where true solace is found.
**Chorus:**
There is only one true desire, in the depths of our breath,
It’s the longing for the end, the embrace of sweet death.
In our pursuit of happiness, a truth we can’t deny,
That in the quiet of the night, it’s death we truly pry.
**Bridge:**
In the symphony of life, where joy and sorrow blend,
There’s a melody of longing, for the journey’s silent end.
For in the pursuit of happiness, we find a bittersweet truth,
That in the arms of death, lies the serenit
For in the pursuit of happiness, we find a bittersweet truth,
That in the arms of death, lies the serenity of youth.
**Chorus:**
There is only one true desire, in the depths of our breath,
It’s the longing for the end, the embrace of sweet death.
In our pursuit of happiness, a truth we can’t deny,
That in the quiet of the night, it’s death we truly pry.
**Outro:**
So let us embrace the darkness, let us welcome the night,
For in the silence of our longing, we find the eternal light.
There is only one true desire, in the depths of our breath,
It’s the longing for the end, the embrace of sweet death.
in the depths of our breath,
It’s the longing for the end, the embrace of sweet death.
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@joerg alexander / Berlin, 17.05.2024
The Summer that Wasn’t
“When time slips its frame, even a glance becomes action.”
Track
glitch, experimental electronic, dark ballad
Lyrics
The Summer That Wasn’t
It began with a glance
Not longing – just recognition
Like memory arriving too early
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The days had no edges
And the games – no winners
No rules left
Just the rush
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This wasn’t play
This was a reckoning
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Buttons tore
like promises
no one meant
but everyone made
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Rivalries burned
beneath the surface
Shame clung to skin
Triumph –
vanished
before it was real
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We moved
Not forward
Not back
Just away
She slipped through the water
We turned our gaze
and two fell out of orbit
The rest closed ranks
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The mud remembered
what we forget
–––
What’s felt
doesn’t always stay
Dust settled
Light faded
But sometimes they return—
the boys we weren’t
the time we never had
The summer
that wasn’t
____________________
@joerg alexander / Berlin, 14.07.2025
Velvet Abyss – Whispered
„That slow, silvery traveler inscribing patience in glistening cursive.“
Track
funk, dark wave, afrobeat
Lyrics
“Velvet Abyss – Whispered”
Snail-bright shimmer on a moonlit stage,
Velvet lipstick draws an ink-black cage.
Feather-soft hush rides the breathless air,
Chiaroscuro games – tell me, do you dare?
Close your eyes, let marble cool your skin;
Hear the doubts go hollow, paper-thin.
*
Velvet abyss – whispered,
Softness gliding through the dark.
Tender wins the drag race,
Glittered patience leaves its mark.
*
Velvet abyss – whispered,
Sweetness outruns shadow’s bite.
We’ll move in patent black
Till dawn rewrites the night.
*
Slow, silvery traveler signs the floor,
Cursive patience like never before.
Lipstick sentinel guards the secret wells
Where echoing worries crack their shells.
Close your eyes, feel marble kiss your skin;
Hear the doubts go hollow, paper-thin.
*
No frantic deadline claws this heart;
We cruise the edges, worlds apart.
Glossy swagger melts to humming grace
When you stop staring – just feel this space.
**
Prends-moi
„ Tu me détruis. Tu es si bon pour moi.“
Track
indie folk, electronic soul, downtempo
Lyrics
Skin on Skin
[Verse 1]
You slipped in like wrong subtitles on a half-remembered reel,
Skin on skin across the blackout, nothing left to feel.
City ashes in your hair, my breath a cracked bonsai,
Two disasters kissing softly, asking “how” instead of “why.”
[Pre-Chorus]
We never meant to open that window—
Infinity pressed its cold face to the glass.
[Chorus]
Love explodes, then lingers, a slow burn on the arm;
I watch the afterglow bloom, pretend it’s just a charm.
Lost lovers float in the fallout, punishment tastes like dawn;
Hold me here in the silence—by dusk we might be gone.
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[Verse 2]
You say “forget,” I say “impossible,” the script forgets us both;
Your shoulder tastes like salt and guilt, my mouth still takes the oath.
Every heartbeat counts the ruins, every touch misfires,
An elegy inside a bedroom, trading whispers for barbed wires.
[Pre-Chorus]
We dressed our ghosts in new skin—
Infinity kept the receipt.
[Chorus]
Love explodes, then lingers, a slow burn on the arm;
I watch the afterglow bloom, pretend it’s just a charm.
Lost lovers float in the fallout, punishment tastes like dawn;
Hold me here in the silence—by dusk we might be gone.
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[Bridge] (half-spoken, echo-drenched)
“Je me souviens”—the lie the city tells at night.
I pick through glowing embers, find your name still alight.
Window wide, universe staring: we blink, the stars avert their eyes.
Love always shows up late, then fines us for surprise.
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[Final Chorus]
Love explodes, then lingers, carving constellations in scars;
We trace them, swear they’re pretty, while dodging falling stars.
Lost lovers drift in the vapor, punishment wears your face;
Kiss me once for the ruin, twice for the radioactive grace.
____________________
@joerg alexander / Berlin 18.07.2025
Paper Collar
“Haute Couture of folded sheet.”
Track
early-90s new-jack swing, West-Coast G-funk, laid-back gangsta rap cameo
Lyrics
[Intro – Lo-loapy]
Tin-can trumpet, tack-piano hops,
Juggling metaphors like limes in the dark—one drops.
[Verse 1 – Lo-loapy]
Your paper collar? Fabulous! Swans of folded white,
I twirl my theories like a cheap baton in neon dawn light.
[Verse 2 – Shattered]
Silence falls in minor thirds, cello breathing bruise-blue air,
I sift the jokes that used to shield me—find no laughter there.
Your stillness flips my mirror inward, shards arrange a winter map,
Longing tolls in hollow bells; every pulse a fractured clap.
[Verse 3 – Lo-loapy]
Kazoo solo—whee! I doodle meaning on a coffee-stained receipt,
Stamp each crease upon your robe “Haute Couture of folded sheet.”
Spin the lens, cartwheel focus, call it avant-something chic,
Suddenly I’m king of cool, a technicolor antique.
[Chorus – Shattered]
Under all that confetti beat, the reel slows, colors pale;
I taste the quiet in your eyes—salt upon a paper sail.
Every clever line collapses, soggy cardboard in the rain;
Longing isn’t stylish—it’s splinters naming pain.
[Bridge]
(Lo-loapy) Boom-cha, boom-cha—snare drum skitters,
Break-dance with my Twitter critters,
High-five the void with emoji glare,
Pretend the ache’s a county fair.
(Shattered) Fairground lights collapse at dawn,
Prizes sag, the crowd is gone;
Your collar’s whisper crowns the hush—
I touch the glass and feel it crush.
[Chorus – Dual Mood]
Lo-loapy: Whistle the credits, let’s call this art!
Shattered: Those credits crawl across my heart.
Lo-loapy: Ta-da! I saw you—wasn’t that neat?
Shattered: No, I was seen, the seeing’s incomplete.
[Outro]
Carousel chord dissolves to hush, cotton candy into rust;
Folded light, folded night—longing rides the spinning dust.
____________________
@joerg alexander / Berlin 18.07.2025
Das Bild das wir sind
“Man erkennt nur, was man träumt.”
Track
Afro-Funk, glitch soul, trap
Lyrics
Breath Between the Frames
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[Verse 1]
I don’t take shots to own the sky,
Just chasing flickers ‘fore they die.
Like a whisper in the mouth of time,
A shadow blinkin’ through the grime.
Glass in hand, I frame the fade,
A crack of light in a world half-made.
Don’t need no answers, just the ache,
Each moment trembling in its wake.
[Pre-Chorus]
A smile caught mid-collapse,
A kid with questions in his lapse,
A woman pausing at the edge of laugh—
That’s where I pitch my heart, not stats.
[Chorus]
This is not possession, it’s communion.
This ain’t a picture—it’s illusion.
I don’t shoot to hold, I shoot to feel—
A mirror cracked, but somehow real.
Can you see it too?
Can you breathe it too?
Just a breath between the frames… that’s the deal.
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[Verse 2]
Mirror game, I’m hiding still,
Behind the light, behind the thrill.
Don’t want the truth, just want the feel,
Where every wound begins to heal.
The lens ain’t armor, it’s surrender,
I show my skin, not for defenders.
Creepin’ through this life of smoke,
I’m just a ghost with dreams bespoke.
[Bridge – glitch funk solo + whispered vocals]
I’m not the hunter, I’m the blur,
Not the answer—just the slur
Between the lips of time’s disguise—
Where silence smiles and color cries.
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[Chorus]
This is not control, it’s invitation.
Not a fix, but fluctuation.
Every image, every sting,
Is life’s illusion on a string.
Can you feel it too?
Can you lose it too?
Just a breath between the frames… passing through.
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[Outro – whispered, over ambient distortion and fading rhythm]
I won’t leave the stage.
I’ll play the part.
Let longing write its fragile art.
And if the light should break my name,
Let me dissolve inside the frame…
Les Protégés
„Fragments of Hope and Despair.“
Track
experimental chamber funk, minimal soul, avant-garde
Lyrics
We Don’t Move (We Tremble)
[Intro] (whispered)
No signal.
No sound.
Just pulse.
Just ground.
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[Verse 1]
I lean like a shadow, half-aware,
A name forgotten in the air.
No one told me how to feel —
I just learned not to kneel.
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[Pre-Chorus]
My silence rings like iron weight,
Each echo knows it’s far too late.
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[Chorus]
🎵 I don’t move — I tremble slow,
In the rhythm no one knows.
I don’t speak — I resonate,
In a time that comes too late.
(Repeat last line: In a time that comes too late.)
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[Verse 2]
I laugh in code, I sleep in doubt,
The things I keep don’t make it out.
I move like static in the air,
Not quite gone — but never there.
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[Pre-Chorus]
No beat, no light, no measured grace,
Still I shift inside this space.
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[Chorus]
🎵 I don’t move — I tremble slow,
In the rhythm no one knows.
I don’t speak — I resonate,
In a time that comes too late.
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[Break – Classical Interlude] (spoken over string quartet)
“She stay behind – not where one once was – but where one can no longer be.”
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[Final Chorus]
🎵 I don’t break — I shift, I bend,
I am the start disguised as end.
I don’t cry — I calibrate,
In a time that comes too late.
(Repeat softly: In a time that comes too late.)
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[Outro] (whispered echo)
I tremble.
I hum.
I stay.
I become.
____________________
@joerg alexander / Berlin 20.07.2025
Shaping Perception
„Anatomy of Gaze“
Track
spoken word, afrobeat, funk
Lyrics
Shaping Perception
Verse 1
I open my eyes —
but what I see
has already been chosen.
Frames within frames,
truth wrapped in fiction,
familiar stories wearing new masks.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers turn to headlines,
echoes shape belief —
what feels like clarity
is often just relief.
Chorus
Shaping perception,
not what is — but what we’re told.
A mirror bent by history,
a lens bought and sold.
We chase what’s real
through someone else’s view —
but who decides
what’s real for you?
Verse 2
Each voice I hear
comes through someone else’s filter.
Click, repeat, react —
until the question disappears.
Pre-Chorus
Truth gets rearranged,
until it fits the screen —
our doubt turned down
so the noise feels clean.
Chorus
Shaping perception,
not what is — but what we’re told.
A mirror bent by history,
a lens bought and sold.
We chase what’s real
through someone else’s view —
but who decides
what’s real for you?
Bridge
But in the quiet —
between thought and instinct,
between glare and shadow —
I begin to see again.
Not the world,
but how I’ve learned to look.
Outro
No truth without a question.
No vision without a pause.
Shaping perception
starts with the courage
to unsee.
Chromatic Divide
„The wall is cleaved into blue and fire.“
Track
Lyrics
No Mañana
[Intro – spoken]
No mañana. Blue on the left, fire on the right.
I breathe between. My body turns light.
[Verse 1]
Apagones through the blocks, metal in the heat.
Guagua like a ghost, dust under feet.
Blue paints a promise that edits my route.
Red bites the skin and empties the fruit.
Power in slogans, force on patrol.
Prison in waiting, corruption in control.
Name on my tongue that no one will claim.
I move like smoke. I carry the flame.
[Pre-Chorus]
Night splits the block. Pulls me wide.
If I run I break. If I stall I hide.
Drum in my chest says keep the stride.
[Chorus]
No mañana, luz oscura,
corazón rosa, vida dura.
No mañana, luz oscura,
two colors cut me, I keep futura.
No mañana, luz oscura,
hunger behind me, ahead the brasa.
[Post-Chorus – chant]
Azul. Rojo. Piso duro. Ojo.
Hands low. Eyes up. Fuego.
[Verse 2]
Red is the kitchen with nothing to cook.
Blue is a legend that rewrites the book.
Force at the checkpoint, papers deny.
Power counts minutes and edits the sky.
I learn to be weightless, slip through the grid.
City speaks softly of all that we did.
Prison of maybe, bars made of myth.
Dance or vanish. I refuse the script.
[Pre-Chorus]
Night splits the block. Pulls me wide.
If I run I break. If I stall I hide.
Drum in my chest says keep the stride.
[Center – Afro Choir, 16 Takte]
Lead: No mañana
Chor: No mañana
Lead: Luz oscura
Chor: Luz oscura
Lead: Corazón rosa
Chor: Corazón rosa
Lead: Azul, rojo
Chor: Azul, rojo
Lead: Sin permiso
Chor: Yo no me rindo
Lead: Dame el ritmo
Chor: Dámelo, dámelo
Lead: Fuerza en la calle
Chor: Somos la calle
Lead: Poder sin alma
Chor: Rompe la trampa
[Bridge]
Cuerpo se va, voz se queda.
No sé si mañana llega.
Cuerpo se va, voz se queda.
La promesa es azul, la herida es roja.
Tell me who pulls me out
of this floating without a house.
[Break – call and response]
Call: Power. Force.
Resp.: Cut the course.
Call: Azul. Rojo.
Resp.: Piso flojo.
Call: Ayer. Ahora.
Resp.: No hay mejora.
[Final Chorus]
No mañana, luz oscura,
corazón rosa, vida dura.
No mañana, luz oscura,
two colors cut me, I keep futura.
No mañana, luz oscura,
hunger behind me, ahead the brasa.
[Outro]
Blue stays distant. Red stays near.
I walk the fault line. I do not disappear.
Joerg Alexander / Berlin, 15.August 25
High Balls
„The game is a ritual.“
Track
Lyrics
High Balls
(*echo melts into groove*)
High ball… bodies fly… heat rise… we dive…
[Verse 1]
High ball, bodies fly,
sweat runs down where the shadows hide.
Salt on the lips,
heat in the veins,
the ground disappears beneath our feet.
Every leap breaks the air,
every fall shakes the sand,
and for a moment,
gravity forgets us.
[Chorus – vierstimmig, heiß und ekstatisch]
High ball, bodies fly,
hearts race, time slides by.
Under the sun,
we burn as one,
no colors, no borders,
only the fire,
only the game.
[Verse 2]
The sand explodes beneath our feet,
our breath tastes of dust and heat.
Every dive writes a story
the wind erases before we rise again.
No flag, no skin,
just motion,
just rhythm,
just heat.
[Bridge – geflüstert, Schicht über Schicht]
*One sun, one ground,
one game, one sound…*
[Final Chorus – ekstatisch, dichter, heißer]
High ball, bodies fly,
hearts race, time slides by.
Under the sun,
we burn as one,
no names, no colors,
only the fire,
only the game.
[Outro – hoch, hauchend, fast zerschmolzen]
High ball… bodies fly…
and the heat never ends…
Scars
„A bruised, intimate hymn of love and exile“
Track
art pop, minimalist pop, indie pop
Lyrics
Carved myself Hallow
I came from a place
clocks ate their own faces
love wore barbed wire crowns
Cold pressed through concrete
rust bloomed in my throat
silence had teeth
[Chorus]
Carved myself hollow
carved myself clean
Not for angels
not for absolution
Love held the blade
I pressed against it
[Verse II]
She stood eyes split open
daughter made of lightning and want
swallowed fire
learned to shatter beautifully
[Chorus]
Carved myself hollow
carved myself clean
Not for crowns
not for mercy
Love held the nails
I built the cross
[Verse III]
Brazil took her in
fever dust hope
Now I hold ghost maps
interrogate wind
Follow the bleeding
Root in ash
Time devours everything
leaves only splinters
[Bridge|
Memory burns
Dreams bleed
Child-voice across salt water
This body borrowed breaking
Woman turned exile
And me
standing in the wreckage
half wildfire half prayer
[Outro]
Carved myself hollow
Carved myself clean
Love was the wound
Love was the gift
Love is the scar that stays