Song Info – Quick Overview
“Cosmic Laundry Day” is a playful yet deeply reflective pop song about renewal, self-reflection, and letting go of old burdens.
Behind its bright, rhythmic sound lies a quiet truth:
even the most chaotic heart can become clean again — if you have the courage to look at yourself honestly.
With shimmering synths, a driving beat, and a touch of galactic humor, the song reminds us that there’s something cleansing even in the greatest chaos.
✨ Sometimes you have to go through the spin cycle of life
to rediscover your own light. 🌌
Lyrics
Verse 1
Woke up floating through the sky,
with a basket full of why’s,
my memories tangled up in spin,
guess it’s time to wash within.
Chorus
Cosmic Laundry Day – rinse the pain away,
let the stars come clean and realign today.
All the dust we hide in space,
turns to light in its own grace.
Verse 2
Socks of chaos, shirts of fear,
hang them high, the end is near,
every stain a little scar,
but every tear makes who we are.
Bridge
Spin the world, let go the weight,
every soul’s got to circulate,
in that tumble, we all pray
to come out bright some other day.
Final Chorus
Cosmic Laundry Day – the stars all sway,
we wash our hearts in cosmic clay,
laughing through the mess we made,
to find the love that never fades.
Outro
Yeah, we’re shining anyway,
on our Cosmic Laundry Day.
Behind the Words – Background & Meaning
“Cosmic Laundry Day” may sound like a quirky space-themed song at first —
but between the lines, it reaches for something much deeper:
the moment you realize it’s time to clean up the inside.
The opening line — “Woke up floating through the sky, with a basket full of why’s” — describes the state after a period of confusion.
The “basket full of whys” represents the unanswered questions, doubts, and memories you carry with you until they become too heavy.
The idea of “washing from within” means facing that emotional weight —
not to erase it, but to cleanse it.
When the chorus says:
„All the dust we hide in space turns to light in its own grace“
it delivers the song’s core message:
even the things we hide — mistakes, shame, grief —
can eventually turn into light when we choose to accept them instead of pushing them away.
It’s a metaphor for self-healing:
darkness can transform into something beautiful once you allow it.
The “socks of chaos” and “shirts of fear” in the second verse
aren’t literal clothes, but symbols for our emotions —
the things we “put on,” carry, and eventually must take off.
Every stain is a scar,
yet every tear, as the lyrics suggest, makes us more human and more real.
In the bridge, the line
„Spin the world, let go the weight“ –
paints a picture of life’s constant motion.
We’re all being spun around, shaken up, losing control from time to time —
but within that movement lies the cleansing, the release, the renewal.
The final chorus,
“laughing through the mess we made,”
holds the true moment of liberation:
laughing at your own mess,
at the chaos you created —
not with cynicism, but with compassion and lightness.
Because in the end, it’s about forgiving yourself
and finding love again in the middle of the storm —
the kind of love that remains even when everything else fades.
“Cosmic Laundry Day” is more than just a pop song.
It’s a poetic reminder that inner cleansing isn’t pain — it’s healing.
That we’re all stuck in the spin cycle of life —
but in the end, despite everything, we shine again. ✨
Song Info – Quick Overview
“Soapbox Life” is a joyful, upbeat pop song about the ride we all take — our life itself.
It tells the story of its highs and lows, from the curious first push at the start to the gentle roll toward the end.
The soapbox race serves as a metaphor for the journey of life:
you begin full of energy, face jumps, turns, setbacks, and moments of pure joy —
and eventually realize that it was never about the finish line, but about the ride itself.
With bright melodies, a driving rhythm, and a touch of nostalgia, the song celebrates life in all its colors.
It’s a reminder that we don’t need to fear the ending —
because what truly matters are the people, moments, and memories we gather along the way.
💫 Hold tight — this is Soapbox Life.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Built my ride with glue and dreams,
A cardboard rocket with crooked seams,
Mom said “slow down,” but I can’t wait,
The hill’s alive, it’s my first race!
Pre-Chorus
Tiny hands on a wobbly wheel,
Life begins to roll for real,
Wind in my hair, I start to scream,
This bumpy road’s my sweetest dream!
Chorus
Hold tight, we’re flying down the hill,
No brakes, just joy and thrill,
Through puddles, rainbows, mud and sun,
This soapbox life has just begun!
Verse 2
Left turn, chaos, candy rain,
Jumped a ramp, flew past the pain,
Lost a wheel but kept my grin,
Guess that’s how growing up begins!
Pre-Chorus 2
Friends beside me, some fell off,
We laugh it off, that’s just enough,
Every scratch, a story told,
The road is wild, but bright and bold!
Chorus 2
Hold tight, we’re racing through the years,
No brakes, just hopes and gears,
Through dreams and heartbeats, love and run,
This soapbox life is rolling on!
Verse 3
Found a co-driver by my side,
We share the road, we share the ride,
Through golden rings and tunnel light,
We chase the stars in gentle flight.
Pre-Chorus 3
We trade our speed for something deep,
Two tracks entwined in endless sweep,
Through ups and downs, through dust and cheer,
The world keeps singing loud and clear!
Chorus 3
Hold tight, we’re cruising side by side,
No rush, just hearts to guide,
Through sparks and laughter, dusk and dawn,
This soapbox life keeps rolling on!
Bridge
Now the air grows calm and wide,
The hill’s behind, a gentler ride,
I wave to all I’ve met and known,
Their echoes hum inside my own.
Final Chorus / Outro
Hold tight, until the wheels fall off,
We live, we crash, we laugh, we scoff,
The finish line’s no place to cry,
It’s just the end of one great ride.
Behind the Words – Background & Meaning
“Soapbox Life” is more than just a cheerful song — it’s a musical symbol for life itself.
Every verse represents a different stage of living, every curve, jump, and scratch a reminder of the experiences that shape us.
At the beginning, you build your soapbox out of “dreams and glue” — that’s childhood.
You launch impatiently, full of energy, not yet knowing what lies ahead.
Later the ride speeds up — youth begins.
You throw yourself into chaos, lose a wheel now and then, but keep laughing anyway.
It reflects the mistakes that help us grow, and the carefree spirit we should never fully lose.
In the middle of the song, the co-driver appears —
someone who shares the road with you.
It can be a partner, a friend, or any meaningful connection.
Together you race through “golden rings and tunnel lights” —
a metaphor for love, marriage, shared moments, and also the darker passages you navigate side by side.
The farther you travel, the smoother the road becomes.
The gentle rolling at the end of the song stands for old age — for looking back,
not with sadness, but with quiet satisfaction.
Because in the end it says:
“The finish line’s no place to cry — it’s just the end of one great ride.”
The finish line isn’t a place for tears, but the close of a beautiful journey.
“Soapbox Life” is a reminder that life isn’t a test you have to pass —
it’s an adventure meant to be lived.
It isn’t about how fast you reach the end, but how consciously — and with whom — you travel.
Every puddle, every rainbow, every ray of sunlight along the way is part of what makes us alive.
💫 In the end, it doesn’t matter that the ride ends — what matters is that you lived it.
Song Info – Quick Overview
“Life.exe” is a modern, high-energy pop track about the greatest game of all — life itself.
It tells the story of logging in each day, gearing up, facing challenges, and moving forward with a smile — whether you’re winning or losing in the moment.
The track blends playful gaming imagery with real emotion: from the hectic pace of everyday life to those quiet moments where you reflect on how far you’ve come.
Every day is a new level, every encounter a new teammate, every mistake an attempt to learn something.
With bright synths, catchy hooks, and a positive, slightly nostalgic vibe, “Life.exe” reminds us that there’s no manual for living — and that this is exactly what makes it beautiful.
Because the game keeps running. And we’re all here to play.
🎮 Welcome to Life.exe.
Lyrics
Intro
Loading a new environment
Life.exe is starting
Chorus
Logging in, morning bright
no guidebook here, but it feels right
It’s all just trial and error play
I keep on learning every day
Each year comes with a level-up
XP gained, the bar fills up
Party members come and go
my friends list grows, my heart says “go!”
The game still goes on
and I’m here to play along
Life.exe
Verse 1
Prep phase on, the day begins
I gear up, ready for the wins
Closet open, outfit picked
feels just right, the style is clicked
I face the mirror, take a look
stats restored, I’m off the hook
Coffee sipped, the buff is strong
ready now, it won’t be long
Verse 2
I step outside, the graphics amaze
same old world, but still it plays
Check my watch, I’m running late
no time to think, just dash, don’t wait
I jump the hedge, avoid the crowd
sidestep puddles, traffic’s loud
Grab an apple from the corner stand
item found, it’s in my hand
Feeling like Mario in a run
leaping obstacles just for fun
Turn the corner, sprint for lives
checkpoint reached, the bus arrives
Chorus
Logging in, morning bright
no guidebook here, but it feels right
It’s all just trial and error play
I keep on learning every day
Each year comes with a level-up
XP gained, the bar fills up
Party members come and go
my friends list grows, my heart says “go!”
The game still goes on
and I’m here to play along
Life.exe
Verse 3
Sitting at my table, quest list long
one by one, I move along
Each small task, a side quest done
new one pops, it’s never none
Rewards are fine, but kinda tame
would be nice if they had some flame
The progress bar just creeps ahead
still I idle on instead
I bought new pens to boost my stats
small upgrades stacked, imagine that
Work flows faster, time rewinds
another day of daily grinds
Verse 4
The party loads, new faces spawn
I step inside, explore till dawn
Click to talk, the dialogue flows
small talk scenes where no one knows
I click through lines, the riddles spin
one laughs out loud, one stares within
Choose reply A, B or C
one’s a hit, one’s meh, one’s oops-that’s-me
I mix a drink, it overflows
mini-games where time just goes
The timer blinks, I miss my cue
that’s what social players do
Chorus
Logging in, morning bright
no guidebook here, but it feels right
It’s all just trial and error play
I keep on learning every day
Each year comes with a level-up
XP gained, the bar fills up
Party members come and go
my friends list grows, my heart says “go!”
The game still goes on
and I’m here to play along
Life.exe
Bridge
I checked my stats, not bad at all
so many wins, though some small falls
Collected memories, side quests done
I played my part, I had my fun
The map’s explored, though not complete
some roads I missed, some friends I meet
Achievements pop, “You held your ground”
not top of charts, but I came around
Outro
I go out of the room, take one last look
turn off the light, close the door, and walk ahead
The game isn’t finished, it’s just over for me
Maybe beyond my room, there’s another world to see
A new game to join
Life.exe is starting
Behind the Words – Background & Meaning
I’ve often wondered what it would be like if life itself were just a game —
a simulation we’re playing without even realizing it.
Maybe everything we experience here — joy, pain, love, loss — is simply part of a much larger game running somewhere outside this reality.
Imagine dying one day and suddenly waking up somewhere else —
in another world, in another body — and remembering:
Right… I was only playing a simulation.
A whole lifetime that felt like eighty years to you might have been barely half an hour out there.
Maybe it was even a game you chose beforehand — difficulty, starting conditions, life goals — all selected by you.
Some pick the easy mode: born rich, few obstacles, little suffering.
Others choose Hard Mode — poverty, illness, loss — because they want to gain more experience, more growth, more “points.”
That idea is what inspired me.
I wanted to bring this thought experiment to life in a positive, playful way.
What if Life.exe really were the ultimate game —
one with no restart button, no manual, no save point?
What if you “logged in” every morning when you opened your eyes
and “logged out” at night when you fell asleep?
Your body would be the avatar — the vessel you control —
and your consciousness the true player.
Somewhere beyond this world, the mind rests, picks up the controller each morning, and experiences the day as a new game level.
That idea is what shaped the phases of the song:
The Prep Phase represents the start of the day — gearing up, grabbing coffee, checking your stats in the mirror.
Then comes the everyday Jump ’n’ Run: obstacles, traffic, missed buses — the ordinary chaos of life.
Work or school become the Idle/RPG Level — completing quests, fulfilling objectives, yet often receiving tiny or invisible rewards.
And finally the Point-and-Click Adventure: our social interactions.
You “click” through conversations, choose dialogue options — sometimes the right ones, sometimes the wrong ones — and sometimes you fall straight into the embarrassment trap.
In the bridge, you look back — like revisiting a save file before the game ends.
You see the achievements, the paths you took, and the ones you never explored.
Life is never fully completed, never a “100% playthrough.”
But it was never about winning — it was about experiencing.
And when the outro fades out and the player leaves the room,
it isn’t the game that ends — only your run.
The light represents the body shutting down;
the closing door symbolizes the moment the soul steps out of its vessel.
But Life.exe doesn’t end on a dark note.
Because maybe the next game is already waiting outside.
Maybe one day you’ll log in again —
in a new world, a new body, a new life.
“Life.exe” isn’t just a song about life — it’s a hypothesis, a small science-fiction story for the soul.
A thought experiment suggesting that we might be more than just bodies in motion —
maybe we are players in a vast universe, logging in for a while to feel, to laugh, to learn, and to love.
Song Info – Quick Overview
“Neanderdigitaler” is a sharp, satirical electro-pop anthem about the new Stone Age — just with Wi-Fi.
The song holds a mirror up to modern society:
we call it progress when Alexa finds our socks, Google answers our questions,
and filters make us look better than we really are.
Each verse highlights a different symptom of digital evolution — from the loss of focus to data trading, beauty obsession, and the addiction to likes.
Musically, the track pulses at the speed of the internet: fast, flashy, overstimulated — and that’s entirely the point.
Because behind the ironic façade lies a warning:
we may be more connected than ever, but our minds are constantly offline.
📱 Welcome to the age of the Neanderdigitaler.
Lyrics
Refrain
They said the species long was gone
buried deep where history’s songs are sung
Through wires and light we meet their heir
the screens all glow he’s everywhere
His thumbs evolved his brain grew smaller
behold the man the Neanderdigitaler
Verse 1
I’m independent sharp and free
don’t need no help to manage me
But Alexa knows where my socks might be
thank God she does they’d be lost like me
We learned to write back in the day
our teachers faint if they saw us today
I read the comments grammar’s wrong
if I wrote by hand it’d be worse come on
Verse 2
I train my mind with every scroll
I learn new things I feel in control
I’m up to date I’m sharp I’m keen
I’m smarter now thanks to my screen
But Google what does short attention mean
Oh right wait what was that scene
Never mind Google what’s focus loss
Hold on new tab forgot the cause
Chorus
They said the species long was gone
buried deep where history’s songs are sung
Through wires and light we meet their heir
the screens all glow he’s everywhere
His thumbs evolved his brain grew smaller
behold the man the Neanderdigitaler
Verse 3
The state won’t track me I’m aware
I encrypt my life I take good care
No one can trace the things I do
I’m safe at least I thought it’s true
But I found myself at a data dealer
he knows my life and it runs deeper
Paid cash for a daily dose of me
but all I got this time was my porn history
How’d they know I’m only on Facebook TikTok Insta and maybe Google too
Verse 4
I’m trending high my numbers climb
each heart and comment feels divine
Filters on perfection’s key
I’m flawless now at least on screen
But the plastic doll they see ain’t me
fresh from the mold of fantasy
Swallowed pods for viral fame
now I’m in the emergency room guess that wasn’t the game
Chorus
They said the species long was gone
buried deep where history’s songs are sung
Through wires and light we meet their heir
the screens all glow he’s everywhere
His thumbs evolved his brain grew smaller
behold the man the Neanderdigitaler
Outro
So what have we learned Nothing of course
scroll repeat and praise the source
Bonhoeffer warned but who still reads
The virus spreads in posts and feeds
Wisdom’s out attention’s cheap
we dream awake but never deep
The screens still glow the thumbs still crawl
the Neanderdigitaler learns nothing at all
Where thinking ends and duty dies
the realm of the Neanderdigitaler lies
Behind the Words – Background & Meaning
“Neanderdigitaler” isn’t just mockery — it’s an ironic status report.
I wanted to show how we live in a world that keeps making us “smarter,” while at the same time causing us to grow duller.
The title is a blend of Neanderthal and digital — the perfect metaphor for a species that traded its stone tools for smartphones, yet still forgot how to use them properly.
The first verse deals with self-deception:
we see ourselves as independent, “smart,” and self-determined — yet without Alexa we wouldn’t even find our socks.
Then comes the second part about our shrinking attention span:
we scroll to feel smarter, but retain nothing.
The narrator asks Google what “short attention span” means — and forgets the answer immediately.
It captures perfectly how our minds now operate in 60-second intervals.
The third verse addresses digital carelessness.
Many worry about government surveillance, but in reality corporations like Google, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, TikTok, and Snapchat already know far more about us than any government ever could.
We post, like, and share everything voluntarily — and then wonder why our data is being sold.
The line “Found myself at a data dealer” symbolizes the idea that you’d practically have to buy back your own identity, because it’s already stored somewhere else.
The fourth verse focuses on digital narcissism — people who reinvent themselves online: smoother, filtered, untouchable.
But the more perfect the picture becomes, the emptier the person behind it grows.
The joke about the “Tide Pod Challenge” represents the absurd chase for attention, where even self-harm becomes a trend.
And finally, the outro, which sums up the entire satire:
we learn nothing. We keep scrolling.
The reference to Dietrich Bonhoeffer is intentional — his reflections on stupidity fit our present frighteningly well.
Stupidity is like a virus: it spreads through feeds, comments, and trends, while thinking and responsibility slowly fade away.
“Neanderdigitaler” is more than a joke about smartphones — it is a mirror.
A song about us, about constant connectivity, about forgetting, about endless noise.
And perhaps also a quiet warning:
that progress does not always mean evolution.