Breathe And Be Grounded

mission

Fields of bones beneath the grain,
Ghosts still work the southern chain.
Smoke from cities, blood in rain,
Dollar signs tattooed with pain.

Bright clean flag waves above the barn,
Dreams embalmed in the graveyard.
Gold runs slick down the preacher’s sleeve,
Truth’s a wound you can’t believe.

American Maggot — chew and grow,
On the body you don’t know.
The light went some wars ago,
But the TV swears it’s a morning show.

American Maggot — hum that hymn,
Of rust and oil and seraphim.
You wear the crown, the rot, the sin,
And call it a resurrection.

Steel and shadow, glass and gun,
Children coughing in the sun.
ICE vans crawl where the workers run,
Freedom limps — the laws undone.

Church bells ring, don’t cure all,
All the empires learn to fall.
Blessed are these blind and numb,
Who burn the Earth for their kingdom come.

American Maggot — creep and feed,
On every broken prayer and creed.
The scar’s the only vote you need,
Waving on as the country bleeds.

Somewhere under Wall Street’s floor,
History whispers, “Never more.”
The gangrene won’t heal, it just keeps score —
While the Maggot eats the core.

American Maggot, Reprise

My New Album Delta Dusk & Soul will be releases on a streaming platforms November 6th. This is a sneak preview for SoundCloud only. Let me know what is your most memorable song!

Delta Crossroads

The I sessions - 3rd line

A Richard Thompson/Dave Swarbrick song written for Sandy Denny to sing.  Three musical genuses and the combined dark side of Fairport Convention, you might say. We yearn for that mad Steelye-Spanish place where rock and traditional folk meet and this folk ballad sounds both very now and like it could have been written in the middle ages.

Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
And shortly they fell a-talking
Your future, your future I will tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael will cursèd be.

Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
And beat the four winds with his fists-o
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
For his mad mind had trapped him with a curse-o.
You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
You speak for the devil that haunts me
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land
Your sorcerer's words are to taunt me.

He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
And struck down the raven through the heart-o
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
And the cold earth did wonder and start-o
O where is the raven that I struck down dead
That here did lie on the ground-o
I see that my true love with a wound so red
And her lover's heart it did pound-o.

Crazy Man Michael he wanders off course 
And talks to the night and the day-o
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is plain
And he longs to be far away-o.
O Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
And asks the wild woods their pardon
For his true love is flown into every flower grown
And he must be keeper of the garden.

Crazy Man Michael

🎧 Cursed by Hope — written by MrWhoLab and produced with Suno

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Cursed by Hope

I wrote this song right before my girlfriend moved to Greece to study abroad. It was a nice song to sing when I was missing her

A cool song about a girl I wanna marry

Lost in the Shadows

One Man Killer

Lord of Light

Creative bio 

The Dixons are a multi genre music group that are currently writing original stories and poems and using Ai to make the music and create songs , they also make electronic music at times , and hope to sell songs and produce songs for other bands and artists

The I sessions - 3rd line

the dixons