this production is top notch and your singing is just wonderful

Voice so captivating. Big and Bould, all the right ingredients

Great track, professional production. Keep doing what you do. Love, Hannah ❤️

Oh wow !!! I just love Axioms of Mediocrity !!! Amazing vocals !!! Amazing original songs !!!

I like the story it tells. Im a lyricist so I like to at least listen for good ones. It threw me off a little bit when you said yeah she named the dog pickle but thats how you would tell it if youre telling a story its just in the form of music. Its unique and pretty good. Love the music itself too

Excellent track well played , great vocals

Great track, love this. Added to my little playlist 💥🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶

Original track by Oziumpoet
Guitar added by Robert Grigg

Stellar Mass - Oziumpoet & Robert Grigg

You'd walk past it
Most do
Paint chipped like bad decisions
One leg shorter than it used to be
Still, it waits
Under that half-dead tree

Enters girl, maybe seventeen?
Big sunglasses, bigger bubble tea
and a mop of joy named Pickle
Yes, she named the dog Pickle

She sits, cross-legged, like a question mark
tells Pickle he's a star
Snaps twenty-five angles
of one floppy ear and one historic bench

Caption?
"Look who found the philosopher's throne
😊😊😂❤️
#deepbarkthoughts"

Pickle pees on the tree
Bench approves
Tree does not comment

Then: a man and a woman
The date
They bring mulled wine in a thermos
Sit sideways, legs tangled like headphones in a drawer
He says something about stars
She says something about Lady Gaga
They kiss somewhere in the middle

A busker walks by singing Wonderwall
They tip him a sandwich and a smile
Bench approves
God of music sighs

Third act: Old man
Corduroy jacket in summer
Hands folded like quiet apologies

He doesn't speak
Doesn't blink much either
Just feeds pigeons one crumb at a time
like each one is a password to another day

He might be waiting
Or forgetting
Or remembering wrong on purpose

Bench knows his name
And age
And weight
And history
Doesn't say it out loud
Not polite

Pickle runs past again
He is twice as large now
The couple, now maybe married, maybe not, walk by
With a stroller

The old man doesn't come anymore
The bench doesn't judge
It just
Is there

The Bench

I'm iron pot, she's sleek steel pan
Both forged in fire to feed a man
She hisses bright with golden gleam
I cradle broth that warms the dream

He flings his words like shattered glass
She hurls her doubt with every pass
He brands her quiet with bitter slights
She scorches him with ancient spite

We bear the scorch to forge the feast
We light the blaze though nights are ceased

Pots and kettles, we're all charred,
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Two armies clash in ashen fields
Their banners bleed where fury yields
One cries for glory, one for right
Yet both march black beneath the same smite

We forge our steel in bellows' heat
Confront the ashes at our feet
In battered pot and tarnished pan
We lose the key to what we've planned

Pots and kettles, we're all charred
Seared by flames we can't discard
We mock the soot upon your guard
Still guard the smolder deep and hard

Ash on me!
Ash on you!
We're all black
That much is true!

Pots and Kettles

Home was full of landmines, each step unsure
Words like shrapnel, sharp and impure
The table shook when his shadow grew
We learned the script of what not to do

Eyes on the clock, hands never bold
A fragile child, too young to grow old
Walls held secrets, screams left their trace
We wore our silence like armor and grace

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The past lives on in subtle refrains
A flinch at kindness, the weight of chains
I scan the faces, I read the air
Still braced for storms that aren’t really there

His voice lingers in the back of my head
A phantom editor of words unsaid
Even love feels like a test to pass
A trembling echo in fragile glass

We’re written over, but never erased
Each line a layer, each wound interlaced
Ink from the past, yet here we persist
A palimpsest of scars and twists

I am the palimpsest, lines entwined
Old shadows whisper, but they’re redefined
Erase, rewrite, the page still holds
The story bends, but it’s never sold

The ink may bleed, but my hand is steady
The future waits, the pen is ready
What was a prison now feels like grace
I’ll draw new maps on the same old space

I am the palimpsest, bold and free
A story unbound, still writing me

Palimpsest

Various artists singing DougEboi's music.

Make a Difference (Radio Edit) (Remix)

Good Damn

Original song written, arranged and produced by John Hardman.
Live version by Beats Working:
John Hardman - Vocals, lead guitar
Chris Glover - Drums
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass, back up vocals
Dave Rea - Rhyttm guitar, back up vocals
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

One Day In Time live - Beats Working

Beyond Time And Space

“Golden” by These Guitars Say Sorry is an acoustic folk ballad that blends warm guitar tones with emotive, singer-songwriter storytelling. Featured on the artist’s third album, the track is lifted further by harmonies from The Choir of Phantoms.

The lyrics move between fleeting golden mornings, rose-filled gardens, and shared struggles in “the same sinking boat,” offering a bittersweet reflection on beauty, hardship, and resilience. Despite the rain, ruin, and distance, the song carries a persistent optimism — a reminder that the best is yet to come.

For fans of Billy Bragg, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Bright Eyes, Damien Rice, Iron & Wine.

Genre Keywords:
acoustic folk, indie folk, singer-songwriter, acoustic ballad, storytelling folk, reflective folk, lyrical songwriting, emotive folk music

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