Lyrics:

[Long melodic intro]

[Verse]
I'm gonna lay my body down
I'm gonna let my spirit flow
And I will leave this world behind
And I will go

[Verse 2]
I'm gonna say my last goodbyes
I'm gonna leave it all behind
I'm gonna lay my body down
I'm gonna close my eyes

[Chorus]
I'm gonna give in
I'm gonna give in
I'm gonna give in
I'm gonna give in to the stone

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Mmm
To the stone

[Verse 3]
And I will never feel the pain
Of all the promises you broke
And I will never feel again
In the bed of stone

[Verse 4]
So if you see my mother there
Tell her I'm never coming home
I'm gonna lay my body down
In the bed of stone

[Final Chorus]
I'm gonna give in
I'm gonna give in
I'm gonna give in
I'm gonna give in to the stone

[Long melodic outro]

Bed of Stone - Feat. Sara

Alive!

[Intro]
Come closer and hear my allegory,
Of a man with an enduring story,
Robin of Locksley he was called,
But was known as Robin Hood the outlaw.

[Verse 1]
In the beautiful forest of Sherwood,
Lived a man brave and good,
Robin Hood was much adored,
Because he robbed the rich and gave to the poor.

With his band of merry men,
And the love of maid Marian,
Robin hatched a daring plan,
To save the shire of Nottingham.

[Chorus 1]
Robin Hood and his merry men,
Outsmarted evil again and again,
He refused to be a pawn,
To the machinations of Prince John.

Robin was steadfast and true,
And over time his legend grew,
He stood up for the downtrodden,
And his story will never be forgotten.

[Verse 2]
Robin fought in the crusades where he warred with bow and blade. 
But, when he returned to his land, a corrupt prince stole his home by command. 

Prince John taxed the small folk heavily and employed a sheriff who was deadly. 
Outraged by this injustice, Robin gathered men to fight for justice.

[Bridge 1]
"A master of the bow."
"Robin’s fame did grow."
"And when he let his arrows fly."
"They always hit the bullseye."

[Bridge 2]
Ooooooooooooooooh

Ooooooooooooooooh

[Verse 3]
He entered an archery contest in disguise to win a golden arrow as the prize. The small folk he did entertain when he split an arrow in twain.

[Chorus 1]
Robin Hood and his merry men,
Outsmarted evil again and again,
He refused to be a pawn,
To the machinations of Prince John.

Robin was steadfast and true,
And over time his legend grew,
He stood up for the downtrodden,
And his story will never be forgotten.

Robin Hood (epic bard song)

Sour to sweet

This one was written and recorded last year but we never used it until now. A this moment in time it has a lot of meaning to me personally

Mirror Mirror

Born from therapy. Built from truth. Sometimes survival sounds like this.

To Everyone Listening to "84 Child" — Thank You

This track isn’t just music. It’s my story — pain, survival, trauma, and the flickers of hope that kept me breathing.

To those of you listening from all over the world — from Ho Chi Minh to Gaza, Ukraine to the UK, Indonesia, Malaysia, and beyond — I see you. I feel you.

Some of you are living through things I can only imagine. Yet somehow, we’ve met in the same sound. If this song resonates with you, it’s because you understand what it means to endure. To carry memories like wounds. To want someone to say, “I believe you.”

I wrote “84 Child” to release the pain I’ve held for decades. I never imagined others — especially those in conflict zones — would find their truth in it too.

So if you’re hearing this:
You’re not alone.
Your story matters.
Your voice matters.

From my brokenness to yours — with love,
ADEB

84 Child

instances and happenstance

Soul Gospel emotional love retrospective 
Lyrics and song voice by Sas 

To All the dads today on Fathers Day . The dads with us and the dads we will always remember.

From my Gospel Album 

https://on.soundcloud.com/aySSGKe4HWJxhPfIfx

[Verse]
Thirty-six years
have gone by
Yet you're here somehow
In the quiet of the morning
In the stillness now
They say time heals
 to be honest
 it hasn’t 
Stealing what I hold dear

[Chorus]
Father's Day
Oh Father's Day
Your love still guides me
Come what may
Though you're not here
I hear you say
"I’m with you always
Every step
Every way"

[Verse 2]
Your laughter 
your smile 
The wisdom you gave me
Like roots in the trees
I reach for the past
But it slips through my hands

[Prechorus]
Each year I wonder
Each year I pray
Did you see me grow?
to the man I am today
Do you hear me say?
i love you dad 

[Chorus]
Father's Day
Oh Father's Day
Your love still guides me
Come what may
Though you're not here
I hear you say
"I’m with you always
Every step
Every way"

[Bridge]
The years drift like waves
Yet the shore stays near
Through Every tear
Your legacy lives on
Loved by all

 [Verse 3]
The Postman,
 who everyone knew
waiting on their mail
to be delivered 
with a simple hello to you
and a smile on their face.
                   
[ Echo fades ]
        Happy Fathers Day to you dad. 
                        Never forgotten.

Fathers_Day

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Silk & Sin

a small arc, two notes leaning

First there was a room with the afternoon dust,
chairs in a crescent, cups with a crust.
Coin on the counter said wait, then go,
door had a bell with a honeyed low.
Thread took a breath, then crossed the lane,
needle of chance through cloth of plain.
You set your sleeve by the window bright,
I tuned my voice to a kinder light.
Laugh on the rim of a porcelain lip,
steam wrote a swirl like a figure’s slip.
Eyes did the work that names delay,
shape met shape in a woven way.

sweet little wondering, fiddle I found

found the hem of a thread in marrow and mind

chance or stance, was it play or dance

better or weather, we leaned into time

listen and see the play to be

be gestalt, press rewind

one ticket please to the theater of mind

take your seat, silence please, it’s about to begin

small white clouds and love has been

been a loop and a line we name but can’t make straight

faith in a figure eight

Table was shy, yet the corners smiled,
somehow the ordinary turned a little wild.
Sugar on a saucer drew constellations,
talk moved soft through small migrations.
You said your city, I said my street,
stories unspooled with a stumble of feet.
Was it the shoulder, the mutual tilt,
was it a hinge in the house we built.
Two cups cooling into the gold of luck,
jazz magician’s trick where the coin stays stuck.
Thread met thread at the crossing place,
knot chose a bow and the bow chose grace.

sweet little wondering, riddled and round

found a seam in the spin, a sign in the sound

was it chance or a choreographed glance

either way weather said please advance

listen and see the scene to be

be gestalt, set to rewind

one ticket more for the theater of mind

take your breath, hush the din, let the curtains thin

small shy clouds and yes, we begin

line loops line till the loop looks straight

faith in a figure eight

Name the circle without a flinch,
call it a tide that moves an inch.
Call it a thread that turns then stays,
call it a vow in ordinary days.

Weave what wavers, spare what breaks,
love is a craft of patient takes.

Hands in a rhythm the body knows,
kissing the place where pattern grows.

Streetlamp blinked and the evening bent,
we read our luck like a document.
You dropped a line that caught a smile,
I signed below in a borrowed style.
We walked the curb with a circus care,
balancing baskets of common air.
Maybe it’s will, maybe it’s weave,
maybe it’s how we choose to believe.
Two small tickets, one soft door,
usher said enter and be a more.
Past becomes present when present is kind,
future arrives with a curious mind.

sweet little wondering, listen to ground

Found the hem of a thread where our names are wound

stance into chance, and a dance into glance

better by weather, we risk the advance

listen and see the play we be

be gestalt, press rewind

one ticket still to the theater of mind

take your seat, silence please, it’s nearly begin

small warm clouds and love walks in

loop after loop where we meet at the gate

faith in a figure eight

Free found form and foam

play of the play, played in home

home

faith in a figure of eight

[Offical] Twerk It Like Miley - Brandon Beal Ft. Christopher

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faith in a figure of eight

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