WHEN IT ALL BURNS DOWN Lyrics:

Staring at the ceiling but in my mind I’m leaving
Counting up the seasons ’til I’m gone 
To Arizona or somewhere warmer
To set my feet out in the sun
Before it all burns down

Everyone may have their vision of sin and holy living
Oh, but I found religion in my lover’s arms
I worked to fill their coffers and I did so prim and proper
Yet they curse my name as Devil’s charm
So let it all burn down. Let it all burn down

They build you up to tear you down
Bury all the pieces underground
But I know the secret, it’s in the sound
When it all burns down. When it all burns down

Staring at the ceiling, but in my mind I’m leaving
Counting up the seasons ’til I’m gone

 © 2023 Winter Horse Music

When It All Burns Down

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

We've Been Here Before (A Dream Don't Come Easy)

I hide
From your words like knives
Scorpion sting in your eyes
I’m always watching you leave
When I need you
My love
Everything’s never enough
I keep your amused with my sadness
Pretending to hurt when I caught you in a lie

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms

Free
Free as a bird in a storm
If I ever find my way home
I don’t believe you will leave the light on
My love
I pay in pain for my sins
The devil in you always wins
You lose my love like a chain to bind me with

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms

Gravity
Pulls me closer
Gravity
Pulls me closer
Every time
I suddenly realize
All the love and hate
Feel the same inside
Our darkest stars collide

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms
Into your arms
Into your arms

Gravity

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Hearing Your Voice

meka, the musical project of Melissa Lingo, blends introspective indie folk with intricate fingerpicking influenced by Nick Drake and Vashti Bunyan. A self-taught multi-instrumentalist, meka explores themes of grief, hope, and nature. Raised in a mountain town dedicated to astronomy, her music reflects a fascination with the cosmos and ecology, shaped by travel and solitude. Her songs turn life’s pain into ethereal beauty, like candlelight in dark corners.

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meka - Temperance

Recorded live as part of the Artifacts Live Performance Film. You can watch the full performance here: https://youtu.be/vI9Jl-s5Mbw

Guitarist: Chris Brambley 

Written and performed by Emma Miller
Sound Engineered & Mixed by Lucas Mendes
Performed at Newcastle Civic Centre

Downstairs (Live from Newcastle Civic Centre)

Reflection of sins

Behind Appearance

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

Reflection of sins

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