Inspired by a recent cruise around the UK

On Holiday

The miracle that happens everyday all over the world.  

Night into Day

Babe I Gotcha

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 Gentle Man

Believe me! Sometimes life backs you into a corner and you realize this is it, the end. That's when the heavens test you. They test your strength, your mind, your capabilities. If you're a strong person and can control your mind and your will, then you'll have to clench your nerves like a spring to break the heavens.

Tear the sky apart

What I Feel

Trap Tides.mp3

1950's Soul, Pt. 4

The Next Episode (1950's Soul Version)

This isn’t a song built for radio.
It’s not dressed up to impress.
It doesn’t try to “win” an argument or pick a side.

These are just the words I grew up with.
The way respect sounded in a kitchen.
The way disagreement felt when it didn’t break anything.
The way family, neighbors, and country used to overlap.

My parents didn’t wear party colors when they raised us.
They didn’t need to “own” anybody.
We could disagree and still share the same table.
We could listen.
We could laugh.
We could stay human.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to do that.

This song is just my way of remembering 
and maybe reminding someone else who remembers too.

It isn’t perfect.
It doesn’t always rhyme.
But it’s my truth.
And maybe it’s yours too.

 marcodaddio

[Verse 1]
One thing I remember clearly from childhood:
My parents never wore their “colors” they raised us good

Looking back, Dad probably was Republican.
Mom had her own mind thoughtful, respectful, 
Kept the family shoulder to shoulder at one table.

But they didn’t raise us in tribes.
They raised us in discipline and love.
You ate what was on your plate.
You showed respect.
You didn’t have to agree 
but you didn’t get to disrespect either.

[Chorus]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Verse 2 ]
They didn’t call people names for thinking differently.
They didn’t need to win every argument.
They didn’t need to “own” anyone.

We could disagree and still sit at the same table.
Still laugh in the same kitchen.
Still love each other by the time the lights went out.

[Chorus ]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Verse 3]
Somewhere along the line, we lost that.
We turned differences into teams.
We turned opinions into identities.
We started treating each other like opponents, not neighbors.

And that’s not how I was raised.
And it’s not how we have to live.

Respect doesn’t mean we agree.
Respect means we remember the human in front of us.

I believe we can get back to that 
because I’ve seen it.
I grew up in it.

[Final Chorus]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Outro - gentle guitar fade]

One Family, One Country, One Table

A real one about fatherhood, love, and the moments that show you who you really are.
Hope this one hits home for you the way it did for me.

Man of the House

drifter by Nova J

[Verse 1]
I’m a drifter
I’m a drifter
And I’m not where I’m supposed to be

Of all the places I have gone, and will go
There’s one I should have left alone
Crossing paths with my old friend
Almost led me to a dark dead end
Mmmmmm

[Chorus]
I’m a drifter
And I don’t let no one close to me
I’m a drifter
And I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I’m adrift 

[Verse 2]
Indeed, my instincts told me to run
Instead I stayed, stupidly sampling the fun
I spent seven years chasing that feeling
From those first few hours of phony healing

[Chorus]
I’m a drifter
And I don’t let no one close to me (oh oh oh)
I’m a drifter
And I’m not where I’m supposed to be

[Bridge]
I suppose you can say I deserve this fate
I chose to stay, and now it’s too late
So hear my tale and heed my call
Run far away or you may lose all

[Chorus / Outro]
I’m a drifter
And I don’t let no one close to me (oooh)
I’m a drifter
And I’m not where I’m supposed to be
Mmm oooh ooh ahhh oooh ooooh aaaah ahhhh ooooh ahhh ooooh

drifter

Bobby Ticklez
R&B, soul, neo soul. AI assisted demos.
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