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Ein erster Song aus dem kommenden Album.
Erstellt wurde dieser Song aus einem alten Lied, welchen früher hier auf MOM zu hören war und lange in den MOM Charts vertreten war.
Durch den selbst geschriebenen Text und der ausgewählten synthetischen Stimme, sowie einer kompletten Neuproduktion mit Suno, handelt es sich trotzdem um eine vollständige KI-Generierung. Mir persönlich ist das völlig egal, da Suno für mich die selbe Vorgehensweise ermöglicht, wie es die Musikindustrie einem seit Jahrzehnten vormacht.
Erstellt wurde dieser Song aus einem alten Lied, welchen früher hier auf MOM zu hören war und lange in den MOM Charts vertreten war.
Durch den selbst geschriebenen Text und der ausgewählten synthetischen Stimme, sowie einer kompletten Neuproduktion mit Suno, handelt es sich trotzdem um eine vollständige KI-Generierung. Mir persönlich ist das völlig egal, da Suno für mich die selbe Vorgehensweise ermöglicht, wie es die Musikindustrie einem seit Jahrzehnten vormacht.
Verse 1
I’ve walked these streets a hundred times,
never really saw the blue break through.
Clouds kept their shadow over it,
and I missed more than I meant to.
How much did I skip
on a path I knew by heart?
Only when I stop and look close
does this place come back into focus.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits around,
until I’m ready for what’s in reach.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Verse 2
Rain taps cold stone,
a window catches dawn,
a stranger’s quick smile
says more than trouble ever could.
I’ve learned that seeing
is half the song already—
the world keeps nothing forever,
only what I bring to it.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits, steady,
until I’m ready for what’s near.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Bridge
At the market, cold coffee,
reading your text, screen glowing.
You were already home,
so close I almost missed you.
Outro
I’ll pause by the curb a minute,
pull my phone out and take the shot.
The bike by the fence, the bus window,
people coming, people going.
And without rushing, for once,
everything clicks into place.
I’ve walked these streets a hundred times,
never really saw the blue break through.
Clouds kept their shadow over it,
and I missed more than I meant to.
How much did I skip
on a path I knew by heart?
Only when I stop and look close
does this place come back into focus.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits around,
until I’m ready for what’s in reach.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Verse 2
Rain taps cold stone,
a window catches dawn,
a stranger’s quick smile
says more than trouble ever could.
I’ve learned that seeing
is half the song already—
the world keeps nothing forever,
only what I bring to it.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not what’s there,
it’s how I see it—
beauty waits, steady,
until I’m ready for what’s near.
Chorus
Open your eyes wide,
to the coffee cup on the bench,
to the bike by the old fence,
to the light in the bus window.
The world was never too quiet,
just my eyes moved too fast—
now I catch each small piece here
in what surrounds me, clear as that.
Bridge
At the market, cold coffee,
reading your text, screen glowing.
You were already home,
so close I almost missed you.
Outro
I’ll pause by the curb a minute,
pull my phone out and take the shot.
The bike by the fence, the bus window,
people coming, people going.
And without rushing, for once,
everything clicks into place.
