Music and Lyrics
The Singles
They Took the Sycamore
The Singles
Not every song belongs to an album.
Some come from the fire of a moment. Some from silence that needed sound.
“The Singles” is where we hold the outliers — the tributes, the laments, the songs that demanded their own space. They may stand alone, but they speak loudly.
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Andreas Zanni
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℗ Andreas Zanni
Not Gone
They Took the Sycamore
The Singles
A tribute to a true rocker — bold in life, fearless in death. He left fire, not silence. His light still walks with us.
Year: 2025
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...
They Took the Sycamore
They Took the Sycamore
The Man in the Green Overall
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.
Year: 2025
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
The Man in the Green Overall
The Man in the Green Overall
The Man in the Green Overall
A gritty, hook-driven tribute to a man like no other — loud, loyal, relentless, and full of heart. With driving rhythm and storytelling fire, this rock anthem paints the portrait of a life built on hustle, humor, and hard-earned wisdom. He’s the fixer, the fighter, the friend you can’t pin down — but can always count on. A man too fast to catch, too proud to fall. Whether he’s building barns or disappearing into chaos, one thing’s certain: He’s the man in the green overall.
Raw, real, and ready to shout, this is a song for everyone who knows someone unforgettable — the kind of soul that fills a room even when they’re gone.
Year: 2025
He hauled coal when he was just a boy
Delivered beer with sweat and joy
One old truck, a stubborn plan
Built a life with his two hands
He never waited, never stalled
Just picked up speed and made the call
Bought a farm, raised feathered flocks
And parked his dreams in muddy socks
Who’s the one that gets the call?
The man in the green overall!
Fixes fences, stands up tall?
The man in the green overall!
Got no time but gives it all
The man in the green overall!
No pigs — too much of that in life
But cows and chickens kept things rife
The phone still rings, he’s never far
He’ll know a guy who knows a car
Too fast to catch, too proud to fall
He moves through life, but answers all
A walking storm, a beating heart
He makes the mess, then builds the part
Who shows up before you fall?
The man in the green overall!
Drives through night to take your call?
The man in the green overall!
The one who builds, the one who brawls
The man in the green overall!
There was a time, a slower land
He didn’t lead, he took no stand
A week away, no plans to chase
He found his breath, he found his pace
He sat in silence, glass in hand
Then laughed so loud it shook the sand
A sheep’s eye stared — he took a bite
And toasted long into the night
He’s chaos wrapped in heavy boots
But somehow always finds the roots
You won’t find rest, or Sunday calm
But if you're lost, he'll be your psalm
He’s not perfect — he’s much more
He kicks the dust, then sweeps the floor
And when he leaves, you feel the space
Still filled with light and full of grace
Who's the legend in the hall?
The man in the green overall!
Drives the dream, answers the call?
The man in the green overall!
Not always there, but there through all
The man in the green overall!
The man in the green overall...
Still on the run, still knows it all
The man in the green overall...
First to laugh, last to fall
The man in the green overall
Some Years
The Man in the Green Overall
Some Years
“Some Years” is a spoken-word meditation on environmental collapse, collective denial, and fragile hope. Set against a backdrop of deep electronic textures and ambient rhythms, the lyrics unfold like a quiet elegy for a world slipping away — rivers drying, oceans boiling, forests crying. Each verse captures a moment of loss, guilt, and reckoning, but also a spark — a pulse “inside the cage.” The repeated refrain, “Some years calling through the rain,” becomes a distant signal — of regret, of memory, of what still might be saved. This piece doesn’t scream — it whispers truths we often ignore. It's not just music. It’s a wake-up call in poetic form.
Year: 2025
The rivers dried,
the skies turned grey.
The ice gave in,
and slipped away.
The air grew thick,
the nights grew long.
But still we whispered,
nothing's wrong.
"Some years"
calling through the rain
nothing more to pledge
just ashes and a flame
"Some years"
We paved the fields
with glass and pride
Built walls so tall
we lost the tide
The warnings came
in quiet waves
But we were busy
digging graves
Just echoes in the rain
And no one’s left
To name
What we became
"Some years"
calling through the rain
nothing more to pledge
just ashes and a flame
"Some years"
We lit the match
with shaking hands
The oceans boiled,
the cities sank
We watched it all
through broken screens
While selling
carbon-colored dreams
"Some years"
calling through the rain
nothing more to pledge
just ashes and a flame
"Some years"
The forests cried,
the children knew
That truth was something
we outgrew
And yet we danced
through heat and flame
Pretending it would end
the same
"Some years"
calling through the rain
nothing more to pledge
just ashes and a flame
"Some years"
It’s not about
a perfect plan
It’s just the time
to be more than
A fading voice,
a silent page
There’s still a pulse
inside the cage
If we still care,
to breathe this air,
don’t turn away,
we’re here, today.
"Some years"
calling through the rain
nothing more to pledge
just ashes and a flame
"Some years"
We don’t know the hour.
But the clock is loud.
And the sky is watching.
"Some years"