Written by Ashley Singh, Natalie Tuvey, Evi Giorgi
Produced by Ashley Singh
Mixed Josh Ager
Mastered by Tess Greenham

No Room

My North Star

No Money No Worries

PRODUCTIVITY SEARCH - WHEN PERFORMANCE DETERMINES VALUE

“In the belief that I have to be constantly productive in order to have a right to exist, I have forgotten to simply BE.”

MORE THAN ENOUGH (528 HZ)

A Soft Thing Dying

“You don’t have to chase joy. Sometimes you just need to notice it.”

This is the final track — the quiet sendoff. It’s for the morning after the breakthrough. The moment when life still isn’t perfect, but you can finally feel a shift. It’s a song about presence, optimism, and the peace that comes when you stop waiting to arrive — and instead start living. If you’ve read my book and made it here, this is the song that invites you to take what you’ve learned and live it. Not with urgency, but with calm confidence.


A New Day’s Whisper

I Eat Steak Every Day

Saying Goodbye

The King Who Chose The Nails

Bone Of My Bone

Born For The End

Pain And Misery

Some people don’t run because they don’t care. They run because they care too much, and it terrifies them.
This song is for the ones who want to let love in but don’t know how.
It’s about the push and pull, the fear behind the walls, and the hope, fragile, but persistent, that someone might still stay.
“Forever On This Road” is a confession. A test. A prayer.

Forever On This Road

I used to know the girl in the mirror

When the Flowers Start to Bloom
[intro]

[Verse]
The sky wears a dusty shade of blue
Wind whispers secrets no one knew
Shoes on the porch
Laces untied
The road ahead's got nothing to hide

[Chorus]
When the flowers start to bloom
Oh
I feel alive
Like the earth is humming
A buzzing hive
Every petal tells a story
Every leaf a clue
When the flowers start to bloom
I think of you

[Verse 2]
A bee stumbles drunk on golden wine
Clouds trace shadows
Lazy
Divine
Your laugh still lingers
A ghost in spring
The world awakens
And I start to sing

[Prechorus]
Roots dig deep
Branches climb
Heartbeats match the rhythm of time

[Chorus]
When the flowers start to bloom
Oh
I feel alive
Like the earth is humming
A buzzing hive
Every petal tells a story
Every leaf a clue
When the flowers start to bloom
I think of you

[Bridge]
The dirt's a canvas
Painted green
Every sprout a promise
Every bud a dream
The air is thick with things unsaid
Like love reborn
Like words unread

When the Flowers Start to Bloom


This song is about deep ancestral memory.  The hum of humanity before history was written. 

It channels the lost world of Doggerland and the Happisburgh footprints, imagining our Mesolithic ancestors as ghostly teachers who left no tombs, no kings, no creeds. Just tools, fire, rhythm, and a way of moving through the world.

It’s about the continuity between them and you: how their songs are still inside, deep within your marrow. 
How their dances are in your instincts, how the landscape itself remembers them. 

At its core, this is a love letter to the unnamed, unremembered people who taught humanity how to be.

[Lyrics]

[Intro]
The sea took the map.
But the rhythm stayed.
The cliffs forgot their edges,
But we still walk sideways.

[Verse 1]
Hollow bone, red flint grin,
We drew suns on mammoth skin.
Laughed in fog, named no stars,
But knew which beasts carried gods in their scars.

Footprints fade, but not the dance.
We moved like reeds in death’s romance.
Teeth in the trees. Fire in the floods.
Crabs read our future in salted bloods.

[Chorus]
We don’t write songs, we leak them.
In marrow. In mist. In eel-light rhythm.
The sea sings backwards in Dogger tongue,
And you, little spark, still hum what we’ve sung.
(We were here. We are here. Shhh.)

[Verse 2]
Weapons made of antler bloom,
Tools that dreamt before the loom.
Lion sleep in fox-hole grin,
Happisburgh held the ache within.

You think you're new?
You think you built?
We taught the stone to split the silt.
A blade is a memory.
So is a cliff.
We die sideways, and still we shift.

[Bridge]

This land is a lung.
It breathes in gulls and spits out gods.
Step soft the ghosts are barefoot.

[Final Chorus]

We left no crown.
We left no creed.
We gave you the rhythm,
You called it need.

No tombs.
No names.
Just tools.
Just flames.

And a lighthouse built on our hum.

[Outro ]
The cliff falls.
The hum stays.
So will you.

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