“Devil’s Got Your Name” is a soulful, jazz-infused song about betrayal, karma, and inevitable consequences. The lyrics portray a charming yet deceitful person whose lies, manipulations, and moral compromises catch up with them. The narrator, with a mix of pain and power, warns that no matter how far someone runs or how well they hide, the truth will find them — and the devil already knows who they are. The song carries a smoky, vintage nightclub vibe with a dark, dramatic undertone, echoing themes of guilt, justice, and emotional reckoning.

[Title: "Devil’s Got Your Name"]

[Intro – slow jazz groove with upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed drums]
Mmm… yeah...
You thought you’d dance around the flame...
But sugar, the devil’s got your name...


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[Verse 1]
You roll the dice like you own the game,
Playing hearts like they’re all the same.
Dressed in charm, but your soul’s on lease,
Smiling lies in a tailored piece.
You left lipstick on a holy book,
Baby, I see you — I know that look.


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[Instrumental 1 – smoky saxophone solo with low organ hum]


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[Verse 2]
Late night lover with a bottle mouth,
You light the match, then you head down south.
Every promise tastes like gin,
But sugar, truth seeps through your skin.
You shake hands with saints and snakes,
But one wrong step is all it takes.


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[Chorus – bold, brassy horns, gospel harmonies]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what shoes you wear.
Hide in the dark, pray in the rain —
Too late now, he’s called your name.
Mmm, the devil’s got your name…


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[Instrumental 2 – staccato piano, dirty blues guitar riff]


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[Verse 3]
You left your shadow in my bed,
Full of secrets, full of dread.
Tried to wash your hands in fire,
But babe, you build your own damn pyre.
Truth’s a mirror with cracks and stains,
And your reflection screams in chains.


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[Bridge – slow down, jazzy chords, sultry vocal styling]
No angels left to testify,
Just lipstick ghosts and alibis.
The preacher weeps, the bells won’t ring,
‘Cause mercy don’t mean a single thing...


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[Instrumental 3 – Hammond organ swell, bluesy electric solo]


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[Chorus – reprise with choir-style backing]
Ooooh, run if you want, run if you dare,
But the devil don’t care what soul you wear.
Hide in your charm, drown in your shame —
Too late now, he’s claimed your name.
Yeah, the devil’s got your name…


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[Interlude – soft keys, rain sample, minor 7th jazz chords]


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[Outro – fading with jazzy vocal riffing and bassline]
You shoulda danced with the truth, not the flame...
But sugar… the devil’s got your name...


Devil’s Got Your Name

Mon vieux. Texte Verdin

If I Could Turn Back Time

To say goodbye

The Music Never Ends

Smoke & Honey is a love letter to the golden age of American soul and blues — a journey through smoky bars, quiet mornings, city nights, and redemption hymns.
Spanning the grit of 1950s Chicago blues, the fire of 1960s gospel-soul, and the tenderness of 1970s singer-songwriter warmth, this album traces the road from heartbreak to healing with unfiltered honesty.

Every track is steeped in analog warmth and human imperfection — upright bass hum, tremolo guitars, Hammond swells, and voices that sound lived-in and real.
From the sultry swing of “Barefoot in the Kitchen” to the reflective grace of “Goodnight, My Soul,” this record moves like a story told across decades — where love, mercy, and resilience all live in the same chord.

Barefoot

Sirens slice the distance and I grip my prayer like iron
My soul patched together after hunger after desire after sin
When faith starts fading I strike that ember until it flares
This grind taught me to lift my eyes when the weight drops low
I hold a fire inside no dark corner can choke
I watched too many brothers fall because they stopped believing in the smoke

I am the child of pavement and the rise of steady hope
When dawn rips through the night my salvation climbs the slope
I carry the ember of faith running fierce inside my veins
I walk on I rise I become the promise I claim

Street pressure hisses regret and offers traps with friendly smiles
My scars are medals lifted high without a trace of shame
When shadow leans heavy I answer with a flash that blinds
The urban drum keeps calling through the walls that still resist
I repeat my vow and wake the ember that refuses sleep
I become the beacon burning for the ones who lost their speech

I am the child of pavement and the rise of steady hope
When dawn rips through the night my salvation climbs the slope
I carry the ember of faith running fierce inside my veins
I walk on I rise I become the promise I claim

Listen to the drum in your chest striking against the ground
Rise up fill your lungs answer the horizon with sound

I am the child of pavement and the rise of steady hope
When dawn rips through the night my salvation climbs the slope
I carry the ember of faith running fierce inside my veins
I walk on I rise I become the promise I claim

The city roars but I keep my spine straight
My inner fire pushes through every alley I navigate
Redemption walks beside me with steps that never slow
And this ember in my chest leads me to the dawn’s first glow

I am the child of pavement

Cold Without You

Miss You Much

A soulful blues ballad that turns lantern light into data insight, celebrating Florence Nightingale’s fight to heal with heart and charts.

Lyrics:

Born in 1820, in Florence she took her stand,  
A rebel with a mission, and healing in her hand.  
By 1854, the war began to roar,  
She walked the halls of Scutari, through blood and fevered sores.  

Florence Nightingale, the Lady with the Lamp,  
She lit up the silence, she rewrote the stamp.  
With circles of sorrow, she charted the pain,  
And turned death into data, again and again.  

She drew her coxcomb diagram, a rose of truth and dread,  
Each wedge a month, each petal a cause—blue for disease, black for the dead.  
In 1858, she showed the House of Lords,  
That filth, not fighting, filled the graves behind the war.  

She said, “Let the numbers speak,” and they roared like thunder loud,  
Sanitation, ventilation—she moved the stubborn crowd.  
Today we build with metrics, we heal with plotted grace,  
But without her rose of warning, we’d still misread the case.  

Florence Nightingale, the Lady with the Lamp,  
She lit up the silence, she rewrote the stamp.  
With circles of sorrow, she charted the pain,  
And turned death into data, again and again.  

From 1820 to 1910, her light refused to dim,  
She taught the world to measure care, not just on whim.  
Florence Nightingale, forever we sing,  
The mother of nursing, the truth she’d bring.


Lady With The Lamp (Florence Nightingale - data visualization pioneer)

Well you could be a big fish
In a little pond
A voice in a vacuum
An angel in a world of pawns
Or you could be a small fish
In a great big sea
Like a regular joe
A gal in a world like me

And sometimes you gotta go
When you know you know
But where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go

Maybe you're just one day
From finding home
Or one wrong turn
From being all alone
When you gotta go
When you know you know
But where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go
Where do we go

Track from the album "Canary In The Coalmine"

Canary In The Coalmine

Where Do We Go

Thanks for listening to my music. I'm in the music scene for more than 50 years now, played thousands of gigs and released 15 albums. Never made it to the big stage, always a musicians musician, just a nicer word for having no success. Now retiring off stage and doing what I do with new productions. Never been into mainstream music, love people like Leonard Cohen or Tom Waits, outsiders who defined an own musicology. Like it or not, I'm always trying to deliver quality music, hopefully some people will find a couple of tracks they like to listen to again. This will make my day, thanks.

Where Do We Go

Walker G