The Singles

“Lost Years” is a song for a generation that had to grow up behind walls and screens, missing the moments that make us human.

It’s not a story of loss, but of rediscovery — of strength, empathy, and courage to begin again.

Written for the young people who were told they’d lost their time, but found something greater instead: themselves.

Release date: 2025-10-20

ISRC: QT3FH2547301

We grew up quiet

Behind the glass

The world stood still

The moments passed

No hand to hold

No crowded room

Just faces fading

Through the gloom

We learned to laugh

Through borrowed screens

Built little worlds

From broken dreams

We missed the noise

The city lights

We learned to talk

In sleepless nights

They called us lost

But we survived

We found a way

To stay alive

These were our lost years

But we are here

We are alive

And we believe

These were our lost years

But we are here

We found our hearts

We learned to dream

We wore our masks

And silent pride

We watched the time

Just drift aside

We held our breath

Afraid to fall

But in the dark

We heard the call

To dance again

To feel the sound

To build it up

From solid ground

We fell apart

We came back new

The world moved on

But so did we too

They called us weak

But we are flame

We wrote our scars

And signed our name

These were our lost years

But we are here

We are alive

And we believe

These were our lost years

But we are here

We found our hearts

We learn free dream

We do not need your sympathy

We need a chance to try

To fail

To rise

To live our lives

These were our lost years

But we are here

We are alive

And we believe

These were our lost years

But we are here

We found our hearts

We learned to dream

We are young

We believe

We’re living in a "Weird Time" where logic scrolls by faster than reason, and memes explain the world. “Weird Time” is a playful yet thoughtful pop-funk anthem about staying cool when everything feels off balance.  

It’s a smile in the storm. With witty lyrics, a funky groove, and the power hook “Keep your cool – it’s a weird time!”, the track turns confusion into rhythm and chaos into confidence.

Release date: 2025-10-19

ISRC: QT3FG2589524

Yeah

It’s a weird time

But we’re still here, together

Some say it’s hot

Some say it’s fine

Scrolling facts in an endless line

Everyone’s talking

But no one hears

We’re building opinions

Not frontiers

The sun’s got attitude these days

And the rain forgot its gentle ways 

So we laugh

We dance

We rhyme

Just trying to keep cool in a weird time

Weird time

Oh what a season

Logic’s out and memes are reason

But hey

We still design

Solutions made of concrete

Steel and spine

Yeah

We’ll be fine

Keep your cool

It’s a weird time!  

Some blame the cows

Some blame the cars 

Some wish on fading shooting stars

Some cancel this

Some cancel that

some treat culture

Like a welcome mat

Some just scroll

The water rises flat

So we build below the city lines

No fear

No fight

Just brain and heart

We fix the world

Block by block

Smart start

Cause panic never built a line

But courage did

Even in weird time

Weird time

Oh what a season

Logic’s out and memes are reason

But hey

We still design

Solutions made of concrete

Steel and spine

Yeah

We’ll be fine

Keep your cool

It’s a weird time

Raise your glass to common sense

Less defense

More confidence

The planet’s loud

But we can chime

Harmony in a weird time

Weird time

It’s not the end

it’s just the curve

We learn to bend

Together strong

We redefine

Hope and humor

In a weird time

Keep your cool

It’s a weird time

"Campfire Dreams" is a witty and respectful ode to modern wilderness camping — where passion meets regulation. Balancing survivalist ambition with eco-conscious restraint, the song humorously captures the spirit of adventure without open flames, highlighting that nature’s true fire burns in quiet moments, cold beans, and star-filled nights. It’s about finding magic in the stillness, even when the matches stay dry.

Release date: 2025-10-06

ISRC: QT3F92556692

Got my tarp

My flint

My knife

Ready to outlive modern life

Built a lean-to in thirty tries

Watched six reels on how not to die

Set my pack beside a pine

Marked my trail with homemade twine

Found a stick that kinda broke

But it’s enough to stir my oat

Campfire dreams

But no flame allowed

Just whisperin

Leaves and a fireless cloud

Campfire dreams

With a spark in mind

But forest law says

Leave no sign

Brought my axe

But just to pose

Can’t chop wood

Where the green still grows

Used dead branches

Snapped with care

Like the handbook said somewhere

Campfire dreams

But no flame allowed

Even smoke would scream too loud

Campfire dreams

So I toast my tales with cold can beans

Wrapped in stars and ranger screens

Nature ain’t your film set scene

It don’t need nails or kerosene

No wild blaze to warm the night

The quiet’s burnin’ just as bright

Campfire dreams

Singin’ low in the sleeping trees

With rulebook pages in the breeze

Campfire dreams

Still worth the chill

Still worth the hike

Even if the fire’s just in my mic

So pack it in

Pack it out

Let the wild stay wild

No doubt

Light no flame

But hearts ignite

In campfire dreams by northern light

No smoke

Still glowing

“Don’t Be Afraid” is a heartfelt song about loss, change, and the courage to keep moving forward. Through everyday moments – a job lost, a farewell, a walk with the dog – it reveals the hidden strength that carries us through dark times. Gentle and realistic, yet filled with hope, the track reminds us that even in brokenness, there is light enough to heal and begin again.

Release date: 2025-09-09

ISRC: QZZ7T2597587

She lost her job

Just last July

Now coffee tastes

Like what am I?

The mirror asks

A quiet why

And all she hears

Is her own sigh

He said goodbye

After fifteen years

The plates are clean

But not the tears

She walks the dog

In borrowed light

And sleeps in socks

To hold the night

But don’t be afraid

There’s still a way

A softer voice

A slower day

Not all is fixed

But hearts still mend

Don’t be afraid

This is not the end

A mother waits

Outside the door

Her son’s too quiet

Like before

She doesn’t ask

But prays instead

For dreams to bloom

Inside his head

Don’t be afraid

There’s still a way

Even in grey

Or disarray

You’re not behind

You’re not too late

There’s light enough

To bend the weight

It’s in the call

You didn’t make

The bread you bake

The smile you fake

It’s in the hand

You let just go

And still the will

To let love grow

Don’t be afraid

There’s still a way

You’re not alone

Not meant to stay

Inside the doubt

You tried to hide

There’s still a world

And time and tide

So breathe and walk

And break and mend

And trust the turns

Around the bend

Don’t be afraid

You’ll find the way

You’re not alone!

“Without a Voice” is a haunting R&B ballad about silence, erasure, and resilience. It tells the story of someone stripped of their voice, their truth rewritten by others, yet still holding on to their humanity beneath the noise. With deep, soulful vocals and an intimate atmosphere, the song captures both the pain of being unheard and the quiet strength of refusing to disappear.

Release date: 2025-09-09

ISRC: QZZ7T2597538

It starts so small

A look, a line

A laugh too loud

A shift in time

No questions asked

Just empty air

And suddenly

You’re never there

You say you know

What I believe

You write the lines

And make me leave

A whisper grows

A thread, a post

I’m cut in half

But bleed the most

You speak for me

I have no choice

You write my name

Without my voice

The crowd decides

Before I stand

No trial held

No helping hand

You share the lie

It travels fast

And facts just drown

Beneath the blast

I walk alone

Though friends still smile

But none will walk

That extra mile

You speak for me

I have no choice

You write my name

Without my voice

No second thought

No second view

Just silence served

Like something true

But I am not

Your black-and-white

I have a heart

I had a fight

I made mistakes

Like you have too

But truth can breathe

When we let through

You speak for me

I have no choice

You write my name

Without my voice

But I remain

Beneath the noise

Still human here

Without a voice

I won’t fight back

With rage or shame

I just exist

Without your frame

No louder now

But still in place

A silent soul

You can’t erase

Without a voice

“Lemon Light” is a nostalgic synthpop EDM track about youth, freedom, and nights that burned too bright. When music was louder than fear, and time stood still.

Release date: 2025-09-03

ISRC: QZZ7Q2579217

Built a car

From rust and dreams

Seats were ripped

Radio screamed

Gas ran low

The night was young

No clue where

Just open road

Our hearts too fast

Our plans too bold

We burned fast

We burned bright

We saw the world

In lemon light

We burned fast

We burned bright 

We saw the world 

In lemon light

The club stood

On concrete knees

Strobes like stars

And memories

She wore smiles

Like neon fire

Her eyes could make

The dark a choir

We kissed beneath

The speaker shine

Half-drunk

On lemon wine

Lemon light

Across her face

In every beat

In every place

With no regrets

No wrong, no right

Fast food stand

One-fifteen

Steam and fries

And teenage dreams

Laughing hard

At future plans

Wiping sauce

With paper hands

We played the night

No need to lie

Coins and stars

And appetite

We burned fast

We burned bright

We saw the world

In lemon light

Party haze

Bled into dawn

Blanket shared

The music gone

Sun rose slow

In tangerine,

Across a world

We’d never seen

We drove until

The feeling died

But kept on

Side by side

Lemon light

On silver skin

No map to keep

No end in sight

We burned fast

We burned bright

We saw the world

In lemon light

When that song plays

I rewind

Feel the heat

We left behind

The world moved on

The scene is past

But I still

Hum as live the past

We burned fast

We burned bright

We saw the world

In lemon light

"We Were (free)" is a synthwave-inspired track with retro textures and spoken vocals. A nostalgic ballad reflecting on freedom, connection, and lost time. Soft pads, steady rhythm and lyrical storytelling create a cinematic memory of the 80s.

Release date: 2025-09-03

ISRC: QZZ7Q2577345

No screens.

No fear.

Just airwaves.

And neon in our mirrors.

We danced into the data

Before the world got loud

No feeds, no filters, no alphas

Just Walkmans in the crowd

We trusted in our teachers

And feared no siren’s call

We built from sparks and silence

And didn’t want it all

We knew the world was burning

But still believed in green

Solar panels, protest marches

Futures on the screen

We made mistakes, we called them that

And fixed them if we could

We crashed, we cried, we carried on

And did the best we could

No one measured kindness

No one monetized the rain

We had space to lose direction

But we always found our lane

We were free

Not flawless, not forever

But something you could be

We had time

To fail and then to grow

Not just survive, but glow

We believed

In progress and each other

Before the algorithm's creed

We were light, not speed

We were

Free

We burned through neon ballads

With Journey in our ears

Madonna broke the silence

And Cyndi wiped our tears

U2 brought revolution

The Police turned drums to gold

We painted worlds with Foreigner

And sang like we were bold

Then came the glass

In every hand

The scores, the swipes

The shrinking land

Noise got louder than the truth

And silence lost its name

We started liking images

And stopped playing the game

We counted hearts and followers

But lost the ones inside

We ran for clicks and comments

And forgot how not to hide

The rules outgrew the reasons

The forms outpaced the cause

We canceled for mistakes

But never paused for loss

Kraftwerk sparked the circuits

While Yello bent the rules

Erasure dressed the sadness

In digital perfumes

Alphaville dreamed futures

With buttons, pads, and light

The Eurythmics made us feel

In binary and night

We trusted in the future

And played without a net

We lived the sound, not streamed it

And we’re not done yet

We were free

Not flawless, not forever

But something you could be

We had time

To fall, and still believe

In dreams we dared to weave

We stood close

With no screen in between

No filters, just a scene

Of living, not a feed

We were

Free

Depeche Mode lit the darkness

With whispers and machines

Guns N’ Roses tore the silence

And played behind the scenes

The Cure gave shape to longing

Phil Collins gave it a name

We lived inside those speakers

And never heard the same

We were free

Like lovers in the static

Like truth before the stream

We were sparks

Not optimized or planned

But real, and full, and grand

We believed

In talk, in time, in touch

In something more than feeds

We had less and it was much

We were

Free

Not perfect. Not pure.

But unafraid.

We didn’t always know the answer.

But we believed there was one.

And that we’d find it.

Together.

"Fever" is a cinematic song about global warming. Call it what you will, but it remains a huge problem. A quiet song, a harsh truth. The earth feels a fever – and we ignore it.

Release date: 2025-09-02

ISRC: QZZ7Q2533693

The air stands still inside my room

Windows closed, but still it burns

I turn it off, the screen still flickers

Outside, the world returns

Rivers rise and break the levees

Children flee their flooded schools

Fires sweep through towns and valleys

And no one has the proper tools

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QT3F92556692

Cities glow beneath the covers

Old ones die without a sound

Rain falls hard in blackened pulses

Storms rip everything unbound

Fever

And no one knows the cure

We talk in whispers while it screams

Fever

A slow and silent lure

That pierces deeper than it seems

Fields are burning in the drylands

Animals with no escape

The south is waiting for the rainfall

The north just counts the days

Tents are rising in the parking lots

Villages are lost to flood

Homes collapse and hillsides follow

And it's not ending, only grows

Fever

And no one knows the cure

We talk in whispers while it screams

Fever

A slow and silent lure

That pierces deeper than it seems

I see the image on my screen

A child stands where the street once was

I scroll right past, like every Friday

I can't absorb it. Can't because

Pakistan, Canada, Brazil, Japan

Sudan, Colombia, Germany, Iran

Australia, Indonesia, France, Peru

USA, India, Ireland too

Bangladesh, Nigeria, China, Spain

Saudi Arabia, Kenya, Ukraine

Philippines, Thailand, Mexico, Mali

Papua, Mozambique, Italy, Chile

Afghanistan, Ecuador, Britain, Greece

Tanzania, Vietnam, South Sudan, Belize

Everywhere

At once

Fever

No savior on the way

No fairy tale to lead us back

Fever

We're standing at the edge

And watching all we built collapse

“What are we waiting for?” is an urgent call to face the extremes we live with — and to stop making excuses.

Line by line, the lyrics challenge us to adapt before the flood comes, to transform our cities block by block, and to bury the fear instead of our plans.

It’s not panic. It’s readiness.

It’s not just concrete. It’s a promise: no more flood, no more fear.

Release date: 2025-07-14

ISRC: QZWFN2523821

We get stronger.

We get smarter.

New concrete.

New structure.

Better retention.

Bigger loads.

JUMBO BLOCK evolves

but the extremes too.

Block by block.

Street by street.

City by city.

What are you waiting for?

JUMBO BLOCK!

Underneath your feet it works.

JUMBO BLOCK!

No more flood, no more fear.

JUMBO BLOCK!

This is not panic.

This is readiness.

Say it: Readiness!

Adaptation is our chance.

So why hesitate?

Why debate?

Why bury your plans,

when you could bury the flood?

JUMBO BLOCK!

Underneath your feet – it works.

JUMBO BLOCK!

No more flood, no more fear.

JUMBO BLOCK!

Your streets drown.

Your people lose.

Your cities break,

and the excuses sound the same:

“Too new!”

“Too big!”

“Whatever!”

Say it: No more excuses!

The rain won’t wait,

for an approval.

Say it! 

What we are waiting for?

Say it! 

The blocks hold.

Say it! 

No more flood.

Say it! 

No more fear.

JUMBO BLOCK!

Underneath your feet it works.

JUMBO BLOCK!

No more flood,

no more flood.

JUMBO BLOCK!

Use what we know.

Use what we build,

and build it now.

One street adapted,

Blocks connected,

unlimited volume to store.

Cities transformed,

millions protected.

JUMBO BLOCK!

Underneath your feet it works.

JUMBO BLOCK!

No more flood, no more fear.

JUMBO BLOCK!

A new weather normal.

Adapt or drown.

Say it: Adapt or drown!

A new weather normal.

Adapt or drown.

Say it: Adapt or drown!

JUMBO BLOCK!

Underneath your feet it works.

JUMBO BLOCK!

No more flood, no more fear.

JUMBO BLOCK!

The future is underground.

The choice is ours.

So tell me

What are we waiting for? 

“Tropic Nights: La La La” is an ironic love letter to the endless Mediterranean summer — too hot, too dry, too carefree to care.

Sung like a lazy chant over melting gelato, warm spritz, and cracked fields, the song drifts through sunburnt piazzas, dry fountains, and heatwave nights that never bring a breeze.

Between playful “la la la’s” and tongue-in-cheek lines about dancing through droughts, it’s a chillwave pop anthem that smiles at our small talk about climate while we sip and sigh under Mediterranean skies.

Raise your glass. The water slips away. Troppo caldo, la la la!

Release date: 2025-07-03

ISRC: QZWFN2523822

Summer sun is burning high, 

No shade left, no clouds in sight.

Gelato melts before your eyes, 

The river’s dry, the fountain lies.

Roads are bending in the heat, 

Feet are sticking to the street.

Raise your glass and wipe your brow 

Who needs water anyhow?

Spritz is warm, the bottles pile,

Fields are cracked for miles and miles.

Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la! 

Wine and laughter while the rivers fade away.

Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la!

Hot dreams in burning streets 

we just sweat and smile today.

La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la! 

Pizza crust and melting cheese, 

Nights that never bring a breeze.

Tourists smile, the locals sigh, 

Water’s gone but spirits high.

Warnings come and warnings go, 

Who digs deep when heatwaves grow?

Hidden concrete could hold the rain 

Too clever, baby — we stay the same.

Spritz is warm, the bottles pile, 

Fields are cracked for miles and miles.

A giant vault beneath the ground? 

Too easy to build — we dance without.

Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la! 

Wine and laughter while the rivers fade away.

Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la! 

Hot dreams in burning streets

we just sweat and smile today. 

La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la! 

La la la under tropic skies, 

Sleepless nights and tired eyes.

If the rain would only stay

We’d dance the drought and heat away. 

Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la! 

Raise your glass, the water slips away.

Tropic Nights – troppo caldo, la la la! 

Hot dreams in burning streets

we just toast and hope it’s fine. 

La la la… Tropic Nights… la la la!

A haunting, poetic tribute to a living monument that stood for generations — a tree that held memory, meaning, and quiet belonging. With reverent, aching lines, the song mourns not just the felling of a sycamore, but the senseless loss of something sacred: a place where lives converged, where history rested in roots, where time stood still for love, grief, and peace. This is not just about a tree — it’s about what we lose when we stop listening to the land.

About the violence in carelessness, and the legacy of what once stood still. In a world that forgets too quickly, “They Took the Sycamore” dares to remember.

And to replant — not just trees, but meaning.

Release date: 2025-06-10

ISRC: QZWFN2518819

Two hills watched for over a hundred years

One tree stood, and held our tears

Rooted deep where silence grew

Leaves like flags in northern blue

Shadowed stone and Hadrian’s wall

It stood through wind, through rise and fall

We carved our names, we kissed beneath

Told our stories in its wreath

A single life, not ours to break

But someone came with steel and hate

"They took the Sycamore"

Not just a tree

But something time

Had let us be

"They took the Sycamore"

Now the gap runs wide

Where memory stands

And roots still hide

They laughed and said it made a joke

But nothing’s funny in that smoke

Of fallen limbs and hearts gone numb

Where whispers once and birdsong come

They stole a crown from living ground

And left behind a haunted sound

The space is wide, but never whole

Like something missing from the soul

"They took the Sycamore"

We heard it fall

The breath of stone

Broke through us all

"They took the Sycamore"

But not its name

It still survives

In grief and flame

What takes a moment, took an age

And now it leaves an empty page

A blade, a laugh, a careless sin

What grew in us they can't cut in

"They took the Sycamore"

We won’t forget

It watched our youth

It watches yet

"They took the Sycamore"

But not our hands

We plant again

Across this land

Between two hills, the wind still speaks

Of roots and ghosts and ancient peaks

A tribute to a true rocker — bold in life, fearless in death. He left fire, not silence. His light still walks with us.

Release date: 2025-05-29

ISRC: QZWFN2516597

 I still hear your voice in the morning rain

See your coat still hanging by the frame

The room still breathes though you are gone

But the fire you lit keeps burning on

I walk past the café where we used to sit

The echo of laughter — it still won’t quit

The air still hums your favorite song

It feels like you were here all along

You're not gone — just out of view

I still walk this road with you

Every step, you shine inside

I walk ahead with your light

Photos fade but your smile remains

I carry your voice in the pouring rain

I try to be strong the way you’d be

But some nights still bring me to my knees

Time may take but can’t erase

What we built in sacred space

Love like that, it never dies

It walks beside me in the sky

You're not gone — just out of view

I still walk this road with you

Every breath, you're burning bright

I walk ahead with your light

I walk ahead...

With your light...

With your light...