SWIRL

Life Goes On

and everybody else smiled back

Baggy Hoodies

I feel so elated
Warm glow in the center
I got something waiting
Next year
Next year

I feel so elated
Warm glow in the center
I got something waiting
Next year
Next year

Baby, I know it's gonna kill me
But for right now it's what I need

Baby, I know it's gonna kill me
But for right now it's what I need

Wish upon a dying star
The speed of light can travel far
From our view we get the blues
Set the mood with warmer hues now

Fly mile high
It's a private club
Better learn how to light with the pilot
Brighter lights, better breaks, better mileage
Brighter days gotta start with the night shift

Don't try so hard
No bite, no bark
Dull brain, sweet heart
It's my dark art

I feel so elated
Warm glow in the center
I got something waiting
Next year
Next year

I feel so elated
Warm glow in the center
I got something waiting
Next year
Next year

Baby, I know it's gonna kill me
But for right now it's what I need

Baby, I know it's gonna kill me
But for right now it's what I need

Baby, I know it's gonna kill me
But for right now it's what I need

Baby, I know
Baby, I know
But for right now it's what I need

GLOW

We bring you relaxing, soulful R&B that gently wraps around your heart.
 Perfect as background music for studying, working, reading, or simply unwinding during your downtime♪

One Step into Today

Intimate father-daughter connection across digital divide with medical/cultural elements during war in Gaza..

Rita Lyrics

"I'm singing this for my daughter Rita,
named after a Palestinian poem.
She's been safe with her mother for a year and a half now,
while I stayed behind in Gaza as a surgeon.
This is what I want her to understand
about love and sacrifice."


Jasmine shampoo lingers
in prayer bead memories
Her small head against my chest
before borders became walls

The screen cracks down the middle
when she laughs at toys, not me
A fractured mirror—
half father, half ghost

Rita, Rita
Born from a poet's verse
I hummed melodies against her skin
felt you kick to rhythms
older than wars

"I feel like I forgot you a little bit"

Truth needs no permission
You've forgotten my arms' weight
beard's scratch
how I stole breakfast bites

But then—a seven-year-old
your age, face burned
eyes still bright
As I rebuilt what shrapnel stole
I heard your giggle
in her breathing

Rita lives in every child I save

The call that changed everything:
"Papa, I'm learning Arabic
for that poem I'm named after
I carry you in my pocket
When kids ask where my father is
I say: He's fixing the world
They say 'Wow'"

Rita, Rita
I see a daughter who learned
to carry heritage like medicine
You need me here
so you can be proud

Jasmine returns—
not memory, but tomorrow
when you run toward me
six inches taller
Arabic phrases saved like gifts

Rita, Rita
Writing your own story now

Rita

This is my album, 2004. It was released on August 14th, 2016.

Class Clown

Imagine a soft boi who's confused about his best friend (who's also his ex of 3 times) and you get this song.

Fragile - Maximus KQ

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