On The Way

Woke up this mooorninnnn’, sun refused to shine,
Yeah, my baby gone, and the fault was mine.
Coffee’s cold, guitar’s outta tune,
Lonely rhythm playin’ in a dusty room.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

The radio’s hummin’ some old 45,
Every note remind me, she kept me alive.
Ashtray’s full, but my heart still burns,
Ain’t no road back, just lessons learned.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Lord, the years roll heavy,
Like a freight train down the line.
Dreams turn to ashes,
But the blues still keep me alive.

My hands are blistered, strings cut deep,
Every note’s a secret I couldn’t keep.
If tomorrow don’t find me, at least I know,
The blues took my pain, but they saved my soul.

"But Lord… these blues, they been heavy on me."

"Mmm… set him free…"

"Rust on my soul, cracks in my shoes,
Still I walk with faith, and I pay my dues."

"Oh, carry him through… hallelujah!"

"Took my sorrow, turned it into song…
Now I know, Lord, I’m where I belong."

"Where he belong! / Hallelujah strong!"

"Rust on my soul… but the Spirit keeps me true."

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Rust on My Soul

Creole For Your Soul is a celebration of rhythm, passion, and reinvention. This collection brings together bold new remixes of standout tracks—Cultivate, Distant Lover, Falsetto, Freak Like Me, Good Life, House Work, Let Me Era, Tempted Tonight, and Walk Into Love. Each song has been reimagined through the vibrant energy of Creole grooves, layered with soulful instrumentation, hypnotic percussion, and fresh vocal textures.

From the introspective flow of Cultivate to the sultry pull of Falsetto, the playful heat of Freak Like Me, and the timeless uplift of Good Life, every track is infused with a sense of movement that makes the body respond and the spirit rise. The remixes bring out new dimensions—sometimes deeper, sometimes brighter, always alive.

Creole For Your Soul is more than an album—it’s a journey into a soundscape that unites cultures, blurs genres, and invites you to lose yourself in the dance.

Falsetto - Creole Remix

🎶 Broken Dreams 🎶

Step into the soulful world of "Broken Dreams" – a journey through the heart and soul of the 1970s music scene.

🎶 Album Overview:
"Broken Dreams" is a tribute to the golden era of soul and R&B, bringing you a collection of tracks that evoke the warmth, depth, and timeless charm of the 1970s. This album is a blend of classic soulful rhythms, heartfelt melodies, and modern production techniques, creating a sound that is both nostalgic and fresh.

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Bound by Stardust

Haunted By Her Shadows drifts like smoke through a midnight alley—slow, brooding jazz chords wrapped in ghostly whispers. The track tells the story of a man lost in obsession, hearing her voice in the wind and chasing silhouettes that fade as quickly as they appear. Every note is heavy with longing and unease, the rhythm walking like footsteps that may or may not be his own. A haunting mix of passion and paranoia, it’s a love song turned phantom—where memory, desire, and madness blur into shadows that never let go.

HAUNTED BY HER SHADOWS

[Verse 1]
I walk the streets at midnight
Chasing her name
Her voice in the wind
It’s driving me insane
A silhouette in the window
It fades when I stare
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It’s more than I can bear

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Verse 2]
The rain whispers secrets
It sounds like her laugh
Every step I take
It’s like retracing her path
The scent of her perfume lingers in the air
But when I reach for her
There’s nothing there

[Pre-chorus]
I hear her footsteps
But I know they’re mine
I’m lost in the echo of borrowed time

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Bridge]
I’m chasing the phantom of what we used to be
Her laughter
Her whispers
They won’t set me free
A flicker of light
A trick of the eye
But it’s always her shadow
Saying goodbye

Haunted By Her Shadows

my dear darlin

The W sessions - Empty house

The seeker falls to their knees, dust rising like prayer as he hears the Spirit plead for his love. The apocalypse turns inward, yet the adoration of the Divine renders that battle irrelevant. This is surrender in its purest form: the moment of kneeling before the holy, casting down the golden crown of pride and self.

Golden Crown

When we’re young
Some of us need
A teacher of love
When you don’t
Get it at home
When it comes to love
How would we know
How would we know
That to grow
Means that you care
Or that you share
Outside of yourself
You even dare
To open your heart
But for some of us
It was a tough start
When you think love
Is in your head
And about being smart
When it’s not there at all
Like that girl you
Used to pass in the hall
Hoping she’d be open to you
Even though you knew
The chances were small
If at all
Hell you were lucky
If she even glanced
Your way
And maybe make your day
At least that was 
What you hoped
Love would be dope
If that were to occur
But what if it didn’t
What if you weren’t sure
Maybe she looked
At another guy
And you thought
She was looking into your eyes
And you acted surprised
When she caught you
Looking at her
And those feelings inside
You know the ones 
That got stirred
Made you feel crazy
And made you turn away
Was that love
That you felt that day
Or maybe just getting closer
To that amazing day
When it became real
And there was no doubt
About how it feels
©2025 wr heustis

How It Feels

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Fly Away

I’m picking up
The pieces
I’m gathering up
The parts
A wave of loneliness
Is starting 
to overwhelm
My heart
I thought things
Would last forever
But I was sorely mistaken
From the start
You don’t know
The whole story
If all you’ve got
Is a part
Partly what’s real
And what is not
You think you know
Where you’re headed
You think you know a lot
But it’s only later
When you find out
What it’s not
But by then
The story is written
The tale has already
Been told
If there ever was a dream
It’s been broken up
Torn apart
Or maybe sold
©2025 wr heustis

Torn Apart

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 W sessions - Empty house

the dixons

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