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No passions
06:16
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No passions (Chris Engels)
In lives devoid of toil and task,
They find no purpose, wear a mask.
No hobbies fill their empty days,
In twilight years, in endless haze.
They drift through life, a solemn sea,
No passions bloom, no dreams set free.
Their aging hearts, with sadness ache,
As workless years their spirits break.
Yet hope can spark, like morning's ray,
When purpose finds its destined way.
For in each soul, a fire may ignite,
To banish darkness, embrace the light.
For life's a canvas, waiting to be filled,
With colors vibrant, dreams distilled.
In labor's dance, or a hobby's song,
They'll find their place, where they belong.
So let us reach out, lend a hand,
To help them find their promised land.
In work or art, a passion found,
A brighter world on common ground.
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Fleeting spark
06:18
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Fleeting spark (Chris Engels)
rom nothingness we rise, a fleeting spark,
In life's brief dance, we leave our mark,
A moment's breath, a passing glance,
We journey through, our fates to chance.
Infinite cosmos, an endless sea,
Yet finite moments, you and me,
Embrace the present, let your spirit soar,
For time's swift river, we can't ignore.
In the cloth of life, we weave our thread,
Each choice we make, where we are led,
In this fleeting moment, we find our grace,
Creating memories in life's brief embrace.
With every heartbeat, a story's told,
In the vast cosmos, our lives unfold,
In the end, we return to the cosmic night,
But till then, let's make our days shine bright.
Of stardust born, to stardust we'll return,
In this grand cosmos, where we all yearn,
To make our mark, in this fleeting space,
Let's find our joy and leave a lasting trace.
So, seize the day, make it your own,
In this vast universe, where we are thrown,
Live with purpose, love without regret,
For in the end, we're all stardust, don't forget.
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Hand in hand
05:01
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Hand in hand (Chris Engels)
From a lone cell, life's tale did commence,
A story of change, of growth, of immense.
All from one source, a shared genesis,
Yet conflict divides, as paradox persists.
In the grand story of life's endless stream,
From humble beginnings to where we dream,
Despite our shared roots, we often contend,
Blinded by differences, unity to amend.
In the face of kin, we raise walls so high,
Neglecting the ties that bind you and I.
Though unity whispers in our very core,
We let discord flourish, our shared essence ignore.
But in the journey from that ancient cell's birth,
Lies the truth of our oneness, our intrinsic worth.
Understanding our shared roots, we must embrace,
To heal the divisions and find a common space.
From one cell we arose, under the same sun we stand,
Let unity prevail, hand in hand, hand in hand.
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I can fly
07:15
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I can fly (Chris Engels)
I can fly, so high in the sky,
Gazing down, as the world goes by.
In its beauty and its cruel might,
From above, I take this flight.
The world unfolds beneath my wings,
Mountains, rivers, and all living things.
I soar above, with the wind as my guide,
In this boundless, open, endless ride.
Through the beauty of a painted dawn,
Or when the stormy skies are drawn,
I am free, in this endless sky,
As I spread my wings and learn to fly.
I can fly, so high in the sky,
A world of wonders, I can fly
I can fly, and in that, I find,
The freedom of body, soul, and mind.
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The Phoenix
05:08
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The Phoenix (Chris Engels)
In ashes born, from flames' embrace,
The Phoenix rises, endless grace,
A fiery bird with wings so bright,
It soars through day and dreams by night.
With plumage red and feathers gold,
Its story ancient, yet untold,
Each lifetime ends in fiery pyre,
Only to be reborn, aspire.
Through cycles of eternal flame,
The Phoenix knows no death or shame,
It teaches us to rise again,
From ashes, find our strength, our gain.
So let us learn from Phönix's lore,
To face life's trials, to explore,
The flames of change may burn us deep,
But in rebirth, our dreams we keep.
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In their realm of silence and hue (Chris Engels)
Beneath the earth, in chambers vast and deep,
Lives a folk unseen, their secrets they keep.
In a cavern, grand and wide,
Where darkness thrives, they silently reside.
Their cities dwell in shadows cast,
Mysterious, from above unsurpassed.
Carved in rock, their existence thrives,
In the quiet dark where their life derives.
Their rhythm beats to a silent hum,
A language understood by only some.
Amidst crystal gleams that softly glow,
Their songs echo, emotions flow.
They weave tales within their hidden abode,
Narratives of old, down their lineage rode.
A people veiled, pure and true,
In their realm of silence and hue.
Of starlit echoes and whispers profound,
Their world below, a treasure unbound.
Amidst echoes of time, in the earth's embrace,
They find solace, a tranquil space.
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From nothing to life
07:55
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From nothing to life (Chris Engels)
Before birth, into the void we sail,
Infinite potential, a cosmic trail,
Awaiting life's whispers, in time's fragile scale.
In the cradle of existence, we take our place,
Embracing this world's enchanting grace,
Each heartbeat a chapter, a unique space.
Yet all must end, the final breath we take,
Into the night's embrace, our spirits forsake,
In the realm of nothingness, our souls awake.
From nothing to life, and life to naught,
A profound journey, in this universe we're caught,
Birth, life, and death, an eternal thought.
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The boy and his butterfly (Chris Engels)
In a world of fantasy, young and free,
A little boy, alone as can be,
His only friend, a butterfly so grand,
Together they roamed this enchanted land.
Through forests deep and mountains tall,
In their adventures, they'd conquer all,
With wings of dreams, they soared on high,
In their fantasy world, beneath the sky.
In a magical world where they'd forever stay,
The boy and the butterfly, a bond so true,
The boy and his butterfly, in an endless embrace.
In this wondrous realm, their adventures grew.
In the realm of wonder, they'd face their fears,
Through misty valleys and crystal-clear tears,
As seasons changed and time danced by,
Their bond grew stronger, reaching for the sky,
In this land of magic, where dreams took flight,
They'd forever shine, in each other's light.
They danced with fairies, spoke to ancient trees,
Unlocked the secrets of the whispering breeze,
In a world of enchantment, they found their place,
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Dance of existence
05:43
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Dance of existence (Chris Engels)
In nature's embrace, we find our delight,
Where beauty unfolds in the softest light,
These small joys of life, so simple and true,
Are treasures we cherish, me and you.
A picture painted of colors so pure,
In each fleeting moment, we find the cure.
The rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze,
A symphony whispered through ancient trees,
Let's humbly embrace our natural role,
In the tapestry woven, each heart and soul,
For the beauty of nature, in every form,
Is a gift to be cherished, through calm and storm.
So let's learn from nature, its wisdom so vast,
And find in its rhythms, a peace that will last,
For man and nature are one, you see,
In this dance of existence, forever free.
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Cen-ProjekT Merzig, Germany
Chris Engels: Composition, music, vocals, artwork
Cen-ProjekT LIVE:
Chris Engels (Guitar, Keyboards, Vocals), Marius Böffgen (Drums), Wolfgang Kropf (Bass)
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