weaken - quicksand/winds (acoustic set x live at sendesaal)

weaken (acoustic set x live at sendesaal) ep out november 1 on soundcloud f o l l o w u s Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/weaken.music Soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/5XNskTcKPfTPTpMu0M Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/artist/5q... c r e d i t s Recording, Mix and Master by Frank Jacobsen Videography by Frank Jacobsen Edit and Colour by Leonhard Leidert Styling by Stella Rodenbusch and Carola Mittelstraß Music by Marcus Demel Lyrics by Stella Rodenbusch Played by weaken Vocals: Stella Rodenbusch Keys: Marcus Demel Guitar: Leonhard Leidert Bass: Diddi Vogt Drums: Fred Palupski Played and recorded live at Sendesaal on December 6, 2025, as part of "HB unplugged", a concert series by Sendesaal Bremen in collaboration with pop office Bremen, the Senator for Culture Bremen and the Waldemar-Koch-Foundation. 00:00 quicksand 06:03 interlude 10:10 winds l y r i c s (quicksand) my minds compressed into a circle four verses in a wicked rhyme if one comes two comes then I’m turning in loops and figures stuck in time in the beginning there’s a picture it pushs then pulls me by my spine until I find something to blind me ease comes then goes in seconds time everything feels so fucking urgent and every thought feels like a sign I’m being swept into a current swear just once more then I’ll be fine I used to be unusually scared of quicksand. The way I saw it there was a very high probability of me falling in. And I just knew, if i ever did, there was no coming out. But Quicksand doesn’t work like that. You don’t fall in and drown, you don’t sink to the bottom. If you get stuck you just can’t really move anymore and if you work against it with force, there’s a real danger of it suffocating you. There’s no way for another person to pull you out, they would need the same strength as they would to lift a small car. Instead you lie on your back. You breathe. You distribute your weight over the surface and slowly you kick your way free. You lean in to the uncertainty. circles, turning, figures, are burning pushing, pulling, pins are rolling falling, reaching, sink till you drown then breathing, leaning in everything feels so fucking urgent and every thought feels like a sign I’m being swept into a current swear just once more then I’ll be fine (winds) through the ground in a deep dark well you fell down and you’re falling still now will you go will you love will you love open your arms let the winds be your ground now will you go will you love will you love open your arms let the winds guide you down through the ground in a deep dark well you fell down and you’re falling still