A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Back Porch Hallelujah

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

A flamboyant electric blues track offering a current political perspective on issues about being clear on vision, values and principles - writing them down. Then on reflection and comparison to the vison, values and principles, finding out that some current governance structures are completely out of whack, to the point that it is reasonable and accurate to describe some governments as: criminal organisations masquerading as democracy. 

Lyrics:

When you write it down...
Write it down...

Asked a simple question—what do we stand for?
Turns out no one's written it down before
Democracy, liberty, rule of law
Sounds quite nice... until you check the score

Words of meaning are set ablaze
They twist the script, while we're in dismay

When you write it down, write it down
All the deceit is revealed in the light
When you write it down, write it down
All the lies start raining down

Million dead in Iraq, all based on lies
Anti-genocide groups are now the bad guys
Peaceful protest gets you fourteen years
While war criminals polish their careers

Can’t name the group or I might get nicked
For terrorism—that’s how truth gets fixed
They made opposing genocide a crime
While funding it with your tax and mine

When you write it down, write it down
All the deceit is revealed in the light
When you write it down, write it down
All the lies start raining down

4AM raids, for writing to your MP
About some kids getting killed across the sea
But sell the bombs and that’s just foreign trade
Democracy dies when we’re all afraid

So here’s your constitution, neat and clean
Now measure what they’ve done against what it means
The truth’s so mad you’d think it was a joke
If kids weren’t bleeding beneath the gun smoke

When you write it down, write it down
When you write it down, write it down....

When you write it down...
Write it down...

Write It Down

In a world fractured by chaos, where the streets bear scars of neglect and violence, a group of children find refuge not in walls or toys, but in imagination. They ride rusted bikes through ruined landscapes, laughing and racing past remnants of a city that has forgotten them. Every scrape on their knees is a badge of resilience, every grin a declaration that joy can survive even in the hardest places.

With chalk-stained hands and glittered spirits, they paint sunsets on concrete and stars in the sand, transforming pain into vibrant colours that refuse to fade. They turn broken spaces into playgrounds, creating realms where fear gives way to faith and loss transforms into grace. Even as sirens wail and the skyline burns, they see beauty in the dust and dreams in the smoke, proving that hope can flourish in the most unlikely corners.

As night drips violet over the city, the children glide through chaos like rivers of chrome, voices humming in unison, hearts in sync with the rhythm of survival. They navigate a world that often tries to crush them, yet within their minds, they are architects of wonder, their candy paint dreams illuminating the darkness, teaching that even in a broken land, the soul can still breathe.

Through every hardship, every shadow, they continue to dream, to gleam, to shine, not seeking crowns or kings, but simply claiming the power to turn sorrow into light. In the midst of decay, they are unseen monarchs of a world they’ve created, and their candy paint dreams endure, a testament to the resilience of imagination, hope, and joy.

Candy Paint Dreams

If Only

Track 1: CHAOS - The Death of Empathy

This track is the fall, the moment humanity forgets its heart.
It tells the story of a world devoured by war where empathy has vanished, and survival has replaced compassion. Through the eyes of children, soldiers, and mothers, we see innocence turned into ashes. Bombs fall on schools, new born cry in empty hospitals, and cities lose their soul. It’s not just physical war, it’s spiritual decay. The world has gone numb; killing feels mechanical. “CHAOS” isn’t just noise, it’s order without conscience, love replaced by fear, and the devil conducting the drums of war. Beneath it all, a pulse of defiance beats, a whisper that even in ruin, the human spirit refuses to die.

Chaos - The Death of Empathy

 "Experience the fusion of Soul, and R&B in 'Taking The High Road!' This track embodies resilience and empowerment, urging listeners to rise above challenges and claim their destiny. With heartfelt vocals and dynamic beats, this song is your soundtrack for overcoming obstacles and standing firm on your terms."





Taking The High Road!©️.mp3

Old-school velvet, new-school voltage. Twelve tracks follow a charming thief through speakeasies, rooftops, and one last gamble for love. Distorted brass, walk-bass, vinyl crackle, and crowd shouts—built for late nights and louder speakers.
#ElectroSwing #EDM #Trap #CinematicPop #NoirPop #HeistStory

Cradle & Crowbar

Feel it coming on

Wake up with the sun, hit the water like a creed  
One kilometer of clarity, no drama, no need  
Coffee in my hand, vape in the other  
Footstool throne, sacrum undercover  

They say slow down, I say shift gears  
I’m not old, I’m just engineered  
For weirdness, wisdom, and a touch of flair  
Still swimming laps while they’re gasping for air  

I’m 70 and still weird  
Got no shame, got no fear  
I light up truth, I bend the rules  
I’m the elder in the shallow pool  
I’m 70 and still weird  
Legacy loud, vision clear  
I laugh at time, I dance with pain  
I’m the footstool king in the dopamine rain  

Trading setups with my son, passing down the spark  
Modular dashboards, lighting up the dark  
Songs from the soul, quirks in the mix  
I’m the glitch in the matrix they forgot to fix  

Don’t need your pity, don’t need your praise  
I’ve got my rhythm, I’ve got my haze  
I’m the remix of every year I’ve lived  
Still riffing, still giving, still wildly unzipped  

I’m 70 and still weird  
Built from love, not engineered  
I swim, I vape, I write, I teach  
My legacy’s not out of reach  
I’m 70 and still weird  
Footstool throne, sacrum cleared  
I’m the anthem of the aging bold  
Still weird, still wild, still gold

One Flag, One Fist

Duncan Holmes Band

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