Make your own kind of music, Sing your own special song.
Make your own kind of music, Even if nobody else sings along.
Cass Elliot
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about_
past
I took my first steps into music in the late 1980s (yes, I really am that old), with a Yamaha keyboard and a simple tape recorder. Driven by curiosity and the desire to create something of my own.
In the 1990s, I co-founded the labels A&T Records and Error315 Records, and later started Rosenfeuer Productions and Ex.Es Records. All of them platforms for unknown young bands and projects outside the mainstream.
With my own projects like Ratio-N and Ceen Re|:act, I explored the world of Harsh Electronics. A mix of experimentation, industrial noise, and raw electronic sounds.
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I am FloW. – homemade electronic music. Somewhere between Electro, Wave, and Indie Pop. Sometimes dark, sometimes driving, always honest.
FloW. has been with me for over two years. Not a planned-out project, but something that has grown with me over time and continues to grow. My lyrics aren’t classic song lyrics. More like thoughts, snapshots, and sometimes chaotic. The voices in my tracks are created using simple text-to-speech technology. For me, the voice is part of the sound and not part of a performance.
If you happen to like what you hear, I’m simply glad it found its way to you.
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Single, 2025
Single, 2025
Single, 2025
Single, 2025
Single, 2025
Single, 2025
Single, 2025
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dreaming
Words by FloW., 2025
You can stand there dreaming
But your wings won’t let you fly
You are searching for a meaning
But it hides when you pass by.
And the sky keeps turning darker
All the stars just fade from view
Every sign you thought would guide you
Turns to silence, leaving you.
Your footsteps echo silent
Down these endless shades of gray
You can’t reach for signs you sent
They just slip and fade away.
But the sky could still be brighter
If you dare to chase the flame
Every sign you thought was hidden
Waits to call you by your name.
nobody cares
Words by FloW., 2025
I’m the boy you never love
I’m the man you never hate
We have no history
We have no future
You never know
I never show
I’m the voice you never hear
I’m the thought you never share
We had no words
We had no war
You always smiled
I closed the door
Go on
Go on
No chance to play
No place to stay
This is the day I was born
This is the day I died
My heart was cracked and torn
And I never took the ride
ocean gate
Words by FloW., 2025 – listen
You know who I am,
you know what I have done,
and still you stay,
you are the one.
You look at me
with that gaze,
that forgives it all,
that gives it all.
The waves rise high,
the sky turns grey,
the wind cuts cold,
yet I move on.
I follow you
through every storm.
In the deepest dark,
your light still shines
and guides me home.
You are my ocean gate.
You open the seas,
let me sink into you,
and help me understand.
one last summer
Words by FloW., 2025 – listen
I still see you in the evening glow,
your laughter drifting with the breeze.
The sun was sinking soft and low,
you moved like time was ours to seize.
I reach for you through fading light,
but all I touch is memory.
A shadow dancing out of sight,
a summer lost to endless sea.
One more dance in fading sun,
one last summer, then you’re gone.
Time runs out, but hearts hold on,
in that light, you still belong.
heaven
Words by FloW., 2024 – listen
I’ve lived through the years,
Had dreams that faded away,
I fell down and got back up,
I searched for it all, but never really found it.
I’ve laughed and I’ve cried,
I was strong, but often blind.
And now I stand here, asking myself:
Where does my path lead?
The wounds I gave to others,
I carry them now myself.
Some hearts I healed,
But some stayed cold and empty.
I loved the best I could,
Sometimes wrong, but sometimes true.
And now I’m looking back, asking myself:
Was it enough to make it count?
I don’t know, if I was a good person.
I don’t know, if I did enough.
But tell me, is there a place for me
In heaven?
I don’t know, if I was a good person.
I don’t know, if I did enough.
But tell me, will it get easier
When I go?
the call
Words by FloW., 2025 – listen
I used to sit beside the pane
toy phone ready, dreams insane
imagined you would someday say
“I’m here, my boy, it is okay?”
I drew us three with crayon lines
all smiles and light, like painted signs
a picture of us – you, mom and me
but you were just a fantasy
Now I’m grown, a father too
with two kids so pure and true
I sit again beside the pane
my phone in reach, the wait’s the same
Still I hope for just one day
you’ll call and know just what to say
To finally hear what never came:
“I’m here, my son, it is okay.”
I’m still waiting for your call
after all these silent falls
just one time to hear you say
“Hey my son, I’m here to stay”
I’m still waiting
still waiting for your call
the night
Words by FloW., 2025 – listen
You touched my soul, then walked away
A quiet night, no words to say
Your breath still lingers in the air
But when I turn, you’re not there
This is the night you love me
This is the night you go
You leave me in the glow
And I paid for the show
We danced in silence, lost in time
Your hand in mine felt so sublime
But love like ours can’t always stay
It shines, then slowly fades away
This is the night you love me
This is the night you go
You leave me in the glow
And I paid for the show
the middle
Words by FloW., 2024 –
I stood in the crowd and wasn’t alone.
I had big dreams, and the path looked clear.
I tried to take off and see the world,
But my lack of courage held me back.
I wasn’t the best,
I wasn’t the worst.
I was in the middle,
But still high enough
To fall deep.
I made it here all on my own,
Just relying on myself.
It was hard to stand out from the crowd,
So I didn’t have the strength for big dreams.
Now I’m in a spot where the ground trembles,
Trying to balance between highs and lows.
I’m too high to sink,
But not high enough to see the top.
I’m not the best,
I’m not the worst,
I’m in the middle,
But still high enough
To fall deep.
a journey
Words by FloW., 2023 –
On my journey, I can see,
All the things I leave behind me.
The weight I carried starts to fall,
I’m moving on, I’m standing tall.
I’ve been searching deep inside,
Through the shadows, through the fight.
All I find is peace for myself,
A quiet place where I can dwell.
It’s a journey to myself,
Through my life, through my hell.
Every step, I feel alive,
It’s a journey, and I survive.
From life to death, from dust to dust,
A fragile line, but I’m learning to trust.
Each step reveals another truth,
The end’s a start, a moment of faith
It’s a journey to myself,
Through my life, through my hell.
Every step, I feel alive,
It’s a journey, and I survive.
drown
Words by FloW., 2025 – listen
She lives in rooms without a window
Surrounded by a silent sound
She lost herself within that shelter
Where safety keeps the world unwound
Don’t wait for a shout
Try to break out!
She talks to no one, not even herself
Her thoughts lie buried, cold and still
What once was feeling sits now on a shelf
Forgotten, quiet, against her will
She tries to leave but sinks below
Drawn deeper by the weight inside
She waits for someone just to know
To wake her from this quiet slide
Don’t wait for a shout
Try to break out!
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FloW.
c/o Torsten Wolf
Stuttgart, Germany
hello@iamflow.de