PREMIERA ALBUMU 7.02.2026r.
Album tworzyłem od listopada do lutego. Jest dla mnie bardzo ważny, starałem się go tworzyć
w zgodzie ze „Świadomym My”.
Jestem ciekaw bardzo jak Wam się spodoba. Zapraszam do wysłuchania 🙂
Maciej Wołodko
Album MYSOBOW: More Than One Heart
(utwory i teksty)
1. Intro – MYSOBOW
2. Noise in my head – MYSOBOW
3. Between… – MYSOBOW
I walk where names dissolve
Between the echo and the call
Not lost, not found
Just held by something I can’t count
I learned to speak without proof
To stand inside unfinished truth
What I carry doesn’t shine
But it stays when lights resign
They hear the sound
But miss the weight
They see the move
But not the wait
I don’t need the frame
I need the flame
I’m not here to be believed
I’m here to leave a trace
Something warmer than a name
Something time won’t erase
I’m not asking for your eyes
I’m not asking for your trust
I just want what I give back
To outlive the dust
Every city teaches shape
Some teach hunger, some escape
I don’t carry flags or claims
Just a pulse that wants to stay
There’s a silence under speech
There’s a reach beyond the reach
If I fall, I fall upright
Learning how to hold the night
If I slow down — I disappear
If I run — they pull me near
So I stand
Right here
I’m not here to be believed
I’m here to leave a trace
Not a statue, not a sound
Just a mark in passing space
I’m not louder than the noise
I’m not cleaner than the rust
But I turn what breaks in me
Into something just
There’s a hunger applause can’t feed
There’s a truth no crowd will read
If I’m seen — let it be wrong
If I’m felt — let it be long
Not for the crown
Not for the fight
Just to know
I bent the light
I bent the light
I bent the light
4. Thanks – MYSOBOW
Yeah
Listen up
You built this
We live in it
Thanks for plastic in my drink
Thanks for leaders who don’t blink
Thanks for wars in HD screens
Thanks for suits with toddler dreams
Short fuse
Cold hands
Same lie
New plans
We see the cracks
We feel the weight
Thanks for the mess
Thanks for the lie
You call it order
We call it a fight
Thanks for the mess
Thanks for the lie
You call it order
We call it a fight
Thanks for fear on every feed
Split the world by want and need
Thanks for profit over breath
Thanks for trading truth for theft
No rest
All noise
Same game
New toys
Still alive
Still loud
Thanks for the mess
Thanks for the scar
You built the cage
We bend the bars
Thanks for the press
Thanks for the heat
You push us down
We hit the beat
Thanks for debt dressed up as choice
Thanks for shouting, no real voice
Thanks for depth that’s paper-thin
All this talk, no spine within
Thanks for drones in fights for thrones
Thanks to big tech’s frightened boys
Crowned by codes, not by growth
Think they’re gods, just loud with toys
Egos loud
Minds still small
Big chairs
No control
You gave us dirt
You gave us doubt
You fed the fire
We let it out
You gave us dirt
You gave us doubt
You fed the fire
We let it out
Thanks for the mess
Thanks for the fight
We turn the noise
Into our life
No fear inside
No shame in us
We move with the rhythm
We move with us
5. Too busy, Too quiet – MYSOBOW
No excuses
No more silence
This one’s on us
Sorry we slept through the noise
Sorry we trusted the toys
Sorry we laughed, stayed polite
While power was learning to bite
Eyes down
Hands tied
Same streets
New lies
We knew it felt wrong
We still went along
We should’ve stood
We should’ve spoke
We let it grow
We let it rot
We should’ve moved
Before it bit
This is on us
We admit
Sorry we called it „not our fight”
Sorry we waited for a sign
Sorry we thought someone else
Would carry the weight by themselves
Too busy
Too tired
Too safe
Too quiet
Now we know
Now we act
We should’ve stood
But we’re here now
We lost some time
Not our ground
We build it slow
Step by step
No more sleep
No more debt
Mind, Vision
We build with thought, not borrowed views
One clear why, a thousand moves
Heart, Passion
We light the fire, not for fame
For something real we want to name
Body, Discipline
In sweat, in rhythm, in repeat
We make belief out of our feet
Spirit, Conscience
When no one’s watching, we still choose
That’s the line we’ll never lose
No saviors coming
No perfect plan
Just hands on work
And a spine to stand
We should’ve stood
We stand now
We make a we
We know how
No empty flags
No hollow us
Just daily work
And a loud enough conscience
6. What Comes Next – MYSOBOW
7. End the Shame (inMofUs) – MYSOBOW
We walk through halls we built from broken days,
Frames of quiet wars and unspoken names.
Every echo on the wall is us,
Every shadow tries to teach us trust.
We carved our fears into marble skin,
Hoping time would tell us where to begin.
But the past keeps asking for a key,
And the present whispers: „Set it free.”
This is the Museum of Us
Rooms of silence, rooms of dust.
But every heartbeat shakes the glass,
Every truth we hid comes back.
We hold our memories like stained glass light,
Beautiful fractures born of night.
We walk through versions we outgrew,
Learning how to face the versions that grew too.
Every corridor keeps calling our name,
Not to shame us, but to end the shame.
And maybe healing starts like this:
A room, a mirror, a trembling kiss.
This is the Museum of Us
Not a prison, not a cross.
Just a place we learn to see
What we kept in captivity.
Maybe we’re both the art and the thief,
The wound and the last belief.
Maybe the cracks are the way back home,
Maybe we shine when we’re overthrown.
So welcome to the Museum of Us
Where the broken becomes enough.
Where the past is dust, but sacred too,
And the future waits for me and you.
8. Four Sides, One Body – MYSOBOW
Same room
Same light
Head full
Eyes low
Thoughts move
I don’t
I feel it
No name
Body walks
I follow
Breath slow
Heart quiet
Something close
Won’t show
Same streets
Passing faces
No signal
No answers
I hear noise
Inside me
Not a voice
Just weight
Bones heavy
Steps light
I don’t ask
I wait
Four sides
One body
Four sides
No order
Mind drifting
Out of frame
Feelings stay
Unnamed
Body moving
On time
Something higher
Off line
Four sides
One body
Four sides
Still me
Same loop
Again
Same loop
Again
Head loud
Room dead
I sit
Don’t move
Thoughts spin
Then fade
I let them
Go past
Breath in
Breath out
Out loud
Pulse steady
Hands cold
Eyes open
Half closed
Four sides
No center
Four sides
No answer
I don’t fix
I don’t end
I stay here
Unfinished
Same night
Same glow
Time slow
Letting go
Nothing solved
Nothing clear
Still here
Still here
Four sides
One body
Four sides
One shadow
Mind
Feeling
Body
Something more
Four sides
One body
Four sides
One shadow
Mind
Feeling
Body
Something more
Still here
9. Heart in Sync – MYSOBOW
I wake up in the noise and the light,
City breathing under my skin.
I follow small signs in the dark,
Hoping something holds me in.
I’ve been chasing hunger as meaning,
Calling motion a plan.
Every crowded room feels empty
Till I remember who I am.
Something lines up when I slow it down,
When I stop trying to force the sound.
I feel it click, I feel it land,
Like a rhythm finding my hands.
I’m not lost — I’m becoming,
Step by step, beat by beat.
I’m not falling — I’m opening,
Finding ground under my feet.
Say it loud, say it true now,
This moment knows my name.
I’m right here — and I’m moving,
And I won’t fade away.
Breath in, breath out, let it ride,
Let the body set the pace.
Every feeling gets a moment,
Nothing here needs to be erased.
I don’t need to be louder,
I don’t need to be more.
There’s a pull inside the quiet
That keeps knocking at the door.
When the noise drops out of my head,
And the night starts talking instead,
I hear it clear, I feel it rise,
Like a spark behind my eyes.
I’m not lost — I’m becoming,
Hands up, heart in sync.
I’m not breaking — I’m remembering
Everything I am beneath.
Call it now, call it living,
Call it fire in my veins.
I’m right here — and I’m moving,
And this feeling wants to stay.
I’m here!
I’m here!
Not alone, not afraid.
I’m here!
Mind in line, body breathing,
Spirit leaning in close.
All the parts start talking
Like they finally know.
No perfection, no permission,
Just the beat and the truth.
Every step is a signal
Pulling me through.
I’m not lost — I’m becoming,
Feel it lift, feel it go.
Every night turns to morning
When I let the rhythm know.
Say it once, say it forever,
Let it ring, let it stay:
I’m right here — and I’m moving,
And this is my way.
Right here.
Right now.
Beat by beat — I’m alive.
10. Still – MYSOBOW