Don't want this summer to end

My Dignity

This is a raw and uncompromising story about rising from the darkness without help, a map, or a safe path forward. 
The narrator comes from a place where the sun never reaches, where words are kept locked away, shaped by pain and hardships. 
Every line is a scar, every verse an act of survival.

It’s a song about forging your own strength when the world is silent and hostile learning to walk through fire and wearing the burn marks like medals. 
There’s no false glamour here, no pretend allies, just a lone voice that has turned smoke and ash into its own power.

The imagery is dark and powerful: storm clouds moving slowly, truths carved into stone, a name echoing like thunder across the sky. 
The song is both a warning and a triumph and proof that even from the most burned and broken remains, something unshakable can rise.

Enjoy...

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Lyrics:

I came from the cracks where the sun won’t reach 
Where the wind don’t talk and the walls don’t preach
Kept my voice in a vault, breath sharp like blades
Now I spit in code, built from the shades
No mentor, no map, just pain as my guide
Learned to walk through fire with the burn inside
I saw kings fall, saw truth denied
So I built my throne where the liars died

They want loud? I bring silence with scars
Each one’s a lesson that’s written in bars

Ashes don’t cry, they just rise with the heat, I’m the ghost in the beat, the war you won’t beat
No mask, no crew, just me and my flame, I was born in the smoke now I own the game

Let ‘em talk they don’t know the cost
Every line I drop’s what the fake ones lost
I don’t chase light, I don’t fear dark
I walk through silence and leave my mark
Been buried in doubt, but I dug my way
With fists and teeth, no time to pray
Now I move like stormclouds, slow and cold
Carvin’ truth in the stone like it’s blood and gold

You hear thunder? That’s my name in the sky
You see calm? That’s the mask I tie
But inside — it’s a war, it’s a storm with claws
And I sharpen every wound into breaking laws

Ashes don’t cry, they just rise with the heat
I’m the ghost in the beat, the war you won’t beat
No mask, no crew, just me and my flame
I was born in the smoke — now I own the game

So if I vanish, don’t light no flame
Just know I walked through hell without shame
Didn’t fold, didn’t fall, didn’t beg, didn’t lie — I just turned to smoke
And ashes don’t cry

Ashes Don´t Cry

Dear friends, we have seen many videos from Gaza, but I have never seen a flower there. Nor any green trees - only ruins!

Where do the Flowers Bloom

They sent their kids to the place where they
have heard is help
but they did not realise the danger
for the kids when they seek for
something to eat because hell is here
They have to run through the streets
between volleys of fires from soldiers guns
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

In other parts of the world we see
healthy children play 
under green trees with birds who are singing
for all kids who are stopping to
listen to their song since they live where they
take peace for granted when they are out on the 
streets also when the night has come
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

The nature gives so much life to all
of us who live
on this planet whereever we may be
it’s also for the people who are un-
lucky to be in the middle of disgusting hell
but they will raise and show everybody 
that the peoples wish is powerfull 
But where can we see them bloom, the flowers in our world

Lyrics in Swedish

Var slår blommorna ut

De skickade sina barn till den plats där de
har hört talas om hjälp
men de insåg inte faran
för barnen när de letar efter
något att äta eftersom helvetet är här
De måste springa genom gatorna
mellan eldsalvor från soldaters vapen
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld


I andra delar av världen ser vi
friska barn leka
under gröna träd med fåglar som sjunger
för alla barn som stannar upp för att
lyssna på deras sång eftersom de bor där de
tar fred för given när de är ute på
gatorna även när natten har kommit
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld


Naturen ger så mycket liv till alla
oss som lever
på denna planet var vi än må vara
det är också för de människor som har
otur att befinna sig mitt i det vidriga helvetet
men de kommer att resa sig och visa alla
att folkets önskan är kraftfull
men var kan vi se dom slå ut, blommorna i vår värld

Where do the Flowers Bloom - 2025-08-13 18.02

About dream I had ,traveling with the power of my mind 

Futuristic Fantasy

A cover/remix of an old demo I recorded with just me and my ukulele. Always loved this song but could not get that backing when I tried using Suno before. Yes... that "status Quo" style vamp and walking bass was covered by my solo uke. Anyway with the new v4.5 I can now use my" bare bones" demos to up date my songs. Music and lyrics of this song are all my own work. Hope you like it.

Its So She Said (remix 2025)

Magic in the Mirror.wav

Sweet Southern Heat

[Verse 1]
I say you like a prayer—
slow Georgia drawl
words dipped in molasses
and gasoline

Your breath humid
dripping with bad decisions
making my thoughts
climb the register

The sun clings to your back
like sin on Sunday
your skin salt-kissed
tattooed in sweat and passion
I watch your hips shift—
black leather tigh
just waiting to be undone

[Pre-Chorus]
Between the church bells,
and cracked-lipped hallelujahs
you strike a match against the South’s slow burn—
and I let it take me whole

[Chorus]
Sweet southern heat
you’re a fever I can’t leave
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering
burning where the dark runs deep
Sweet southern heat
God won’t follow where we meet
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep

[Verse 2]
Tires hiss on the road,
radio low,
your hand on my pocket,
I forget this heat will pass.
If we don’t fade out,
we can smoulder—
stretch dusk until it sweats,
make the night peel back its skin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Two ghosts wrapped in smoke,
and honeydew.
The dark’s too soft to hold us down—
we’ll burn until we’re new.

[Chorus]
Sweet southern heat,
you’re a fever I can’t leave.
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering,
burning where the dark runs deep.
Sweet southern heat,
God won’t follow where we meet.
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep.

[Bridge – whispered / layered harmonies]
Strike a match,
hear the slow burn,
let the Sunday sins
have their turn.
No one watching,
just you and me,
lost in southern heat.

[Final Chorus]
Sweet southern heat,
you’re a fever I can’t leave.
In the red dirt night we’re smouldering,
burning where the dark runs deep.
Sweet southern heat,
God won’t follow where we meet.
Your black leather keeps the secret—
your fire’s too wild to keep.

Don't want this summer to end

DESIGN3R