some of us are banking on heaven 
but I’ve never been sure 
I’ve learned some valuable lessons
need to see the proof first 
but if we can’t see the signs we’ll be just fine down here on earth 
with our bloodshot eyes walking county lines barefeet in the dirt 

if you have a little faith 
don’t you put it on me 
if these are our last days 
let’s spend them in the trees 
there’s so much to see, so many secrets in the summer breeze, I’ve been on the doorstep since seventeen, fighting a war to keep the peace 
so don’t put it on me 

sometimes I get a bit worried that we changed too much and they might not come 
but I’m not in much of a hurry when I’m on these roads that are made of dust 

where the corns knee high by the Fourth of July 
and the stars at night are the wind turbines 
where the kids all loose their minds getting high in the summertime 

if you have a little faith 
don’t you put it on me 
if these are our last days 
let’s spend them in the trees 
there’s so much to see, so many secrets in the summer breeze, I’ve been on the doorstep since seventeen, fighting a war to keep peace 
so don’t put it on me 

such a scene in the July heat
no one around but you and me 
just a dream within a dream 
and I think that’s all it’ll ever be 

if you have a little faith 
don’t you put it on me 
if these are our last days 
let’s spend them in the trees 
there’s so much to see, so many secrets in the summer breeze, I’ve been on the doorstep since seventeen, fighting a war to keep peace 
so don’t put it on me

Faith

Must Be Dreaming

Reflection of sins

Spending Time

Written and produced by © Don Minolta // Minolta Records
Artist: Dylan Stiggler

Another day
and I’ll be fine
I’ll be leaving this behind
I can only stop and talk
For a moment

Remember when
We moved in
And we’d say
hey over the fence
And we would
take the time
To talk about
The song birds

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

We load the car 
In the garage
The room I used
To play guitar
Where we washed
Our dirty clothes
Was now as quiet
As a roach

We raise the door 
It slides along
The idle motor
Hums a song
As we reverse 
Into the world
It fades to nothing

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

Mister Sampson you take care
As we drive by
But he’s not there
The road is old
the pavement’s cold
The panes are busted

Mister Sampson

(About song) - He remembers and reminisces about a past relationship, going deep into his memories, and dreams of what it could have been...even though he still wants her for his own, he accepts the relationship is over

Best Always!,
Joella

(Song features) - Vocals (Feat. NUXE), & vocal chops, synth plucks, electric & acoustic guitars, grand piano, lofi keys

(Song lyrics)

I still dream of what it could have been

And in the heat of it, I still dream of what it could have been

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I still want you for my own, but I know that it's long gone, long gone

And in the midst of it, it's in the thick of it, the ultraviolet heave inside of you is imminent

And in the heat of it, I'm loosenin my grip, my baby's gone, but I still dream of what it could have been

I still dream of what it could have been

And in the heat of it, I still dream of what it could have been

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I still want you for my own, but I know that it's long gone, long gone

And in the midst of it, it's in the thick of it, the ultraviolet heave inside of you is imminent

And in the heat of it, Im loosenin my grip, my baby's gone, but I still dream of what it could have been

I Still Dream

Vincent Howe is singing，Let's listen to the music.

Super Grinder

Track 10 of Between Suns album

Excuse the rude interruption, but I've got to tell you
This thing’s sinking quickly and it’s gonna kill you
It's too late to solve it with an intervention
But there are some ideas we’ve yet to mention:
Sacred string of words, holy manuscripts
Healing energy fields, electromagnets
We’ve got to get you cleaned up and out of those dress clothes
I’ll explain to you now how the sickness will unfold

It starts with insomnia and a gradual pneumonia
And when you start to cough blood, they’ll quickly disown you
And you’ll have to be open to an uncertain surface
To put your tired feet on, while we perform the surgery

Let’s get you better friend
Let’s get you better friend

When your ligaments break and your anger is toothless
With Antigone’s shame, knowing you didn’t choose this
Some will kick out the ladders, but most are indifferent
When your ashes are scattered, they’ll quickly forget you
The other night I looked up at Orion, and though he has no eyes
I could tell he’d been crying...
Up in darkness undying, I recalled the time when
You held up a lantern to a face on some money
And with comic perfection, declared its bankruptcy
Friend, I wouldn’t worry about which direction
Waters are all murky and all connected
And I wouldn’t fret who comes to your shores now
The windows are blurry inside every lighthouse
But my God! I said more than I meant to say
I just get on a tangent, get carried away...
I shouldn’t worry you all about the future
So often I get lost in all the minutiae
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But let’s get you better first
Let’s get you breathing first
Let’s get you water for your thirst
You’ll be up and at it again
And the wheels will start to spin
And we’ll worry about this then

Then

"These last years, it seems that news of the world are getting worse and worse, tallying grim outcomes, with so many disastrous consequences for human beings’ lives. So, time to time, I tell myself it’s OK to feel so sad and burst into tears, if it helps to overcome dispair." Piersy Roos

Now Let Go is the track #8 of Piersy's LP "Acoustic Ground part.1"

Lyrics by Piersy Roos
Composed by Piersy Roos & Arranged by Leslie Marty

Piersy Roos : vocals, folk guitar
Isabelle Sajot : cello

Recording, Mixing & Mastering at Basement Studios, Paris, 2025
©PiersyRoosMusic
©French Fries Records

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