Lyrics | Go Read A Book 

You got all that time to talk
But not one fact to back the walk

Mouth wide open, not much said
Spoutin' headlines you half-read
Quotin’ memes like holy law
While spellin’ truth with three typos, y’all

You got opinions and poor debate
I got receipts and a twist of fate

Go read a book, get back to me
Learn a thing before you mansplain free
All that noise but not one source
Just loud and wrong with full-force force
Go read a book, I’ll wait right here—
Oh wait, you’re scared of what’s too clear

You said, back in my day then stalled
'Cause even then you never got called
Big on bark, short on thought
All that ego you probably bought

I got patience, but not for this
Basic logic you somehow missed

Go read a book, bless your soul
Expand that mind you barely control
Try chapter one, then maybe two
Then try a convo without the fumes
Go read a book, I’ll grab my tea—
It’s wild how much you didn’t see

It’s hard to hear over all that spin
But ignorance don't mean you win

Go read a book, go take your time
Then come back strong with a smarter line
I’m not impressed by loud or proud
I’m into quiet minds that think out loud
Go read a book, or take a seat—
Either way, I won’t repeat

And if you quote me wrong again…
I’ll send a footnote with my pen

Out Of Line

Go Read A Book

Es geht immer weiter und jeder Mensch hat ein Recht auf Hoffnung!

Eternal

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[Verse 1]
Slide into the velvet skyline,
silver echoes in my mind.
Neon rivers, floating sideways,
catch the whispers of the night.

Footsteps weaving through the shadows,
coffee steam and radio glow.
Every corner hums a story,
every breeze knows where to go.

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[Chorus]
Lay me down in liquid motion,
pour the stars into my hands.
I’m a passenger of colors,
drifting deep through velvet lands.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
sink me slow into the sound.
I’m a feather on the skyline,
never touching solid ground.

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[Verse 2]
Mirrors dance on rainy sidewalks,
hazy faces blur and shine.
Golden pulse of secret alleys,
heartbeat ticking out of time.

Sip the smoke of hidden gardens,
kiss the edges of the dawn.
Tangled jazz behind the windows,
pulls me further, pulls me on.

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[Chorus]
Lay me down in liquid motion,
pour the stars into my hands.
I’m a passenger of colors,
drifting deep through velvet lands.

Lay me down in liquid motion,
sink me slow into the sound.
I’m a feather on the skyline,
never touching solid ground.

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[Outro] [ whispering groove]
Never touching,
never falling,
only floating,
through the skyline…

velvet skyline ( silver echo )

Love Me Cover

Men went in dread,
of his hand and lead,
two guns shining,
ears ripped red.

He roamed the hills,
just for thrills,
blood and thunder,
unshaken will.

Smoke curled slow,
hoss stood still,
heart ran dry,
he learned to kill.

High on the cliff,
cool breeze smiled —
broke the faith,
of this devil’s child.

High on the cliff,
cool breeze smiled —
broke the faith,
of this devil’s child.

Steel-eyed men,
posse near,
fifteen marshals
hot with fear.

Powder and dust,
the law rode down,
the iron hands
came from the crown.

Back to the wall,
his shadow tall,
he took his shots
to end it all.

Up on the ridge
the wild wind moaned —
fire found flesh,
and called it home.

Up on the ridge
the wild wind moaned —
fire found flesh,
and called it home.

No one fled,
and redwoods swayed,
the hoss walked quiet
rider slayed.

Desert Rose
was cold as hell —
Silver Jack
an empty shell.

The road was long,
the night distilled,
a rattler’s face,
a sudden chill.

The sky looked on,
the west ranged wide —
and silence fell,
where lawmen died.

Devil's Child

The Four Horses is a prophetic folk epic by Jupiter Morrow, tracing the rise and fall of mankind through the Four Industrial Revolutions — each one a rider in disguise.
From steam to silicon, from gospel to algorithm, humanity mistook invention for redemption, until the Pale Horse rode and silence followed.

But out of that silence come these songs — laments, prayers, and flickers of mercy still burning in the ruins.
They are not songs of despair, but of remembrance: the voice of those who saw the fire fall and still believed in light.

“We built the light that burned our days,
And still we kneel, and still we pray.”

This album is both warning and benediction — a cinematic hymnbook for the last age of men, and the dawn that follows.

The Great Supper

Songs I wrote between 2021 and 2025. They will melodically take you through time, I don't know how, but here you go... Love yourself, your friends and your lover, with those wild loving cues. 

I Should've Been Me

Bem coladinhos (live)

A bit of Indie with Folk and Pop Rolled into one...

The Willow That Knew Us

Lyrics inspired by Manolis Anagnostakis's "Φοβάμαι"

[Verse 1]
I fear the ones
who lived those years,
acting blind,
drowning fears.
Till one July
they hit the streets,
flags held high,
shouting heat.

[Chorus]
I’m afraid… of people turning,
changing faces on command.
I’m afraid… hearts ever burning,
burning cold then shifting sand.
I’m afraid… of sudden choices,
words that twist and disappear.
I’m afraid… of hollow voices—
and they’re louder every year.

[Verse 2]
I fear the ones
who search your skin,
hoping to
find faults within.
They closed their doors,
wouldn’t spare a dime—
now light their flames
and call it “time.”

[Chorus]
I’m afraid… of people bending,
bending truth to fit their role.
I’m afraid… of stories ending,
rewritten lines they claim they stole.
I’m afraid… of midnight whispers,
shifting tales from ear to ear.
I’m afraid… of sudden shivers—
and the ones who hold them near.

[Verse 3]
I fear the ones
who drink the night,
breaking rules,
picking fights.
Now they claim
their visions rise—
calling dreams
another guise.

[Bridge]
They walked away
when you walked near,
changed their path
to dodge your fear.
Now they stand
to praise your name—
yesterday
they fed the flame.
Guitars swell—
the truth is thin.
People change
like shifting wind.

[Final Chorus]
I’m afraid… of colors drifting,
masks that move from face to face.
I’m afraid… of shadows lifting,
tilting light in every place.
I’m afraid… of people shifting—
and my fear grows day by day.
I’m afraid… of all their lifting
stories that just fade away.

Дима с района - los-solomas

Anton Rey

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