0:004:47
An diesem Stück arbeite ich schon ne halbe Ewigkeit. Jetzt hab ich ihn endlich zu Ende gebracht und möchte ihn euch nicht vorenthalten.
Er passt unglaublich gut in das Album Turning Points, wenn man sich so die anderen Tracks daraus anhört...
Vielleicht habt ihr zum Song noch ein paar hilfreiche Tipps?
Viel Spaß beim Anhören.
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Musik & Lyrics mal wieder von mir, Vocals mit Hilfe von ACE Studio (Larry Spanish) eingespielt. Wat ne Fummelei...
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Update 17.02.2025:
* Vocaldoubles im Chorus (einmal als männlicher Chor, einmal mit Frauenstimme [Nia Sol]
* Vocoderstelle eingebaut
* Backingtrack etwas anders abgemischt
* einige undeutliche Textstellen verbessert (besonders in der Bridge)
* Delay auf Larry's Stimme automatisiert
Er passt unglaublich gut in das Album Turning Points, wenn man sich so die anderen Tracks daraus anhört...
Vielleicht habt ihr zum Song noch ein paar hilfreiche Tipps?
Viel Spaß beim Anhören.
---
Musik & Lyrics mal wieder von mir, Vocals mit Hilfe von ACE Studio (Larry Spanish) eingespielt. Wat ne Fummelei...
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Update 17.02.2025:
* Vocaldoubles im Chorus (einmal als männlicher Chor, einmal mit Frauenstimme [Nia Sol]
* Vocoderstelle eingebaut
* Backingtrack etwas anders abgemischt
* einige undeutliche Textstellen verbessert (besonders in der Bridge)
* Delay auf Larry's Stimme automatisiert
In the mirror's gaze, I see a shadow,
A reflection of the past, a distant echo.
Lost in the maze of my own design,
Haunted by memories, frozen in time.
The darkness calls, whispers my name,
Echoes of the past, fueling the flame.
Caught in the void, where shadows play,
Reflections of a soul, lost in decay.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
In the neon lights, I find solace,
A sanctuary in the city's promise.
But beneath the surface, lies a void,
A reflection of emptiness, I can't avoid.
The darkness calls, whispers my name,
Echoes of the past, fueling the flame.
Caught in the void, where shadows play,
Reflections of a soul, lost in decay.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
A shattered image, fractured and torn,
In the hall of mirrors, I am reborn.
But each reflection, a piece of me,
A mosaic of memories, eternally free.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
A shattered image, fractured and torn,
In the hall of mirrors, I am reborn.
But each reflection, a piece of me,
A mosaic of memories, eternally free.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
A reflection of the past, a distant echo.
Lost in the maze of my own design,
Haunted by memories, frozen in time.
The darkness calls, whispers my name,
Echoes of the past, fueling the flame.
Caught in the void, where shadows play,
Reflections of a soul, lost in decay.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
In the neon lights, I find solace,
A sanctuary in the city's promise.
But beneath the surface, lies a void,
A reflection of emptiness, I can't avoid.
The darkness calls, whispers my name,
Echoes of the past, fueling the flame.
Caught in the void, where shadows play,
Reflections of a soul, lost in decay.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
A shattered image, fractured and torn,
In the hall of mirrors, I am reborn.
But each reflection, a piece of me,
A mosaic of memories, eternally free.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
A shattered image, fractured and torn,
In the hall of mirrors, I am reborn.
But each reflection, a piece of me,
A mosaic of memories, eternally free.
Reflecting on the echoes of the night,
Lost in the labyrinth of my mind's flight.
Synthetic dreams, a kaleidoscope of pain,
In the depths of reflections, I remain.
