Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

"Seamstress of the Land" is a reflective, pastoral song that celebrates the quiet artistry of nature. Through imagery of quilted fields, silver rivers, and autumn’s rustic touch, it paints the landscape as a living tapestry stitched together by an unseen hand. Gentle and contemplative, the song asks whether this beauty is born of chance, time, or some divine seamstress at work — inviting listeners to pause, breathe, and marvel at the land’s quiet harmony.

Seamstress of the Land

Enemies

This is a stripped-down acoustic ballad built on finger-picked guitar, warm analog textures, and subtle ambient layers. The track opens softly with a delicate, nervous energy—mirroring that quiet tension of the first day back—before gradually building with understated percussion (rim taps, light kick, brushed snare) and gentle steel or slide guitar accents. Vocals are raw and breathy, carrying emotion without being overproduced, letting imperfections speak for the nerves behind the words. The vibe is reflective and steady, around 70 BPM in a minor key (Am or Dm), staying honest and vulnerable. It’s a song for those who overthink everything but still show up. A relatable blend of anxiety, courage, and quiet hope, this track resonates with anyone who’s ever returned to routine while battling the jitters beneath the surface.

First Day Back (Got the Jitters)

The Drowning Hour is a raw, acoustic journey through a severe depressive episode and the slow, fragile rise that follows. Across fifteen intimate songs, a single close-mic’d tenor voice carries you from detaching and drowning to noticing the first crack of light and finally breathing again.

Borrowed Breath

„JA & NEIN“ ist ein ruhiger, ehrlicher und unverblümter Song über Klarheit.
Marco blickt darauf, wie oft wir ein Nein verkleiden – mit „mal sehen“, „können wir machen“, „wir werden sehen“ – und wie sehr wir uns selbst verlieren, wenn wir nicht bei der Wahrheit bleiben.

Der Song stellt eine einfache, aber mutige Frage:
Wie ehrlich bin ich – und wie ehrlich will ich sein?

Er zeigt, wie befreiend ein echtes Ja und wie schützend ein klares Nein sein können.
Ein Lied über Grenzen, Wahrheit und den Mut, sich selbst treu zu bleiben.

Ja! & Nein!

In this world of dust
And knowing there's no us
It just wont be the same anymore.

Yesterday (You and I)

I want to sing to you-
sing just a few of my keepsakes.
Keepsakes from my voice box.
Sacred secrets of mine-
secrets I've sung in secrecy
from the beginning of our time.
You might very well fall asleep
when I sing my slower
.....lulling lullabies.
Please keep listening.
Please keep listening to me.

I want to sing to you-
sing just a few of my keepsakes.
Keepsakes from my voice box.
Sacred secrets of mine-
secrets I've sung in secrecy
from the beginning of our time.
You might very well fall asleep
when I sing my slower
.....lulling lullabies.
Please keep listening.
Please keep listening to me.

*

Our caring, sharing society
is fast going out of fashion. 
But please! Oh please!
Don't you ever wave good-bye
to all of your compassion.
Love needs the room to survive.
Love needs the room to survive.
Have a care to keep our love alive.

Our caring, sharing society
is fast going out of fashion. 
But please! Oh please!
Don't you ever wave good-bye
to all of your compassion.
Love needs the room to survive.
Love needs the room to survive.
Have a care to keep our love alive.

*

I want to sing to you-
sing just a few of my keepsakes.
Keepsakes from my voice box.
Sacred secrets of mine-
secrets I've sung in secrecy
from the beginning of our time.
You might very well fall asleep
when I sing my slower
.....lulling lullabies.
Please keep listening.
Please keep listening to me.

*

Our caring, sharing society
is fast going out of fashion. 
But please! Oh please!
Don't you ever wave good-bye
to all of your compassion.
Love needs the room to survive.
Love needs the room to survive.
Have a care to keep our love alive.

Our caring, sharing society
is fast going out of fashion. 
But please! Oh please!
Don't you ever wave good-bye
to all of your compassion.
Love needs the room to survive.
Love needs the room to survive.
Have a care to keep our love alive.

*

Love needs the room to survive.
Love needs the room to survive.
Have a care to keep our love alive.

Love needs the room to survive.
Love needs the room to survive.
Have a care to keep our love alive.

KEEPSAKES

Silver Rain by Tony Gibbs
All rights reserved © ℗ 2025 Tony Gibbs

This is the time of silver rain,
That falls at dawn when the world is grey.
The sun has given up on us,
The grass no longer grows in mud.
A single flower bows its head,
Morning comes and we’re not yet dead.

After another fitful sleep
The cold of day makes proud men weep

But still we pray, for we believe,
One day we’ll learn again to dream,
We’ll dream a dream of silver rain,
A dawn chorus will be arranged,
In the ice cold silver rain.
We’ll wash our sins and tears away.
In the time of silver rain,
There will be peace and love again.

The silver rain falls down on us
It always has and always would
The silver rain stays the same
What we do is what needs to change

For still we pray and we believe
We’ll sleep one day and learn again to dream
We’ll dream a dream of silver rain
A dawn chorus will be arranged
In the time of silver rain 
I’ll wash my sins and tears away
In the time of silver rain
We’ll find peace and love again

Silver Rain

 مسیر تازه‌ای برای احساس و معنا باز کردند:
داریوش با «فریاد زیر آب»،
ابی با «خالی»،
فرهاد با «مرد تنها»،
و سیاوش قمیشی با «غریبه».

این‌بار تلاش کردم این آثار محبوب را با زبانی که به هویت موسیقایی من نزدیک‌تر است، دوباره روایت کنم؛ تلفیقی از فضای رترو، سایکدلیک، و حس‌وحال معاصر که همیشه در کارهایم حضور دارد.
این پروژه بیشتر از یک کاور ساده است؛ گفت‌وگویی است میان نسل امروز و نسل طلایی موسیقی ایران—گفت‌وگویی که از دل احترام، عشق، و الهام شکل گرفته.

This album is a heartfelt tribute to four legendary figures of Iranian pop music—artists whose voices reshaped emotion and expression in their time:
Dariush with Faryad Zire Âb,
Ebi with Khâli,
Farhad with Marde Tanha,
and Siavash Ghomayshi with Gharibe.

In this project, I reimagined these iconic songs through the musical language that defines my own work: a blend of retro aesthetics, psychedelic textures, and contemporary atmosphere.
The result is more than a simple cover; it is a conversation between today’s sound and the golden era of Iranian music—born from respect, affection, and inspiration.

Khaali

✒️ Poet at heart. Lyricist by nature.
From country twang to late-night love ballads—I’m not chasing fame, just hoping a few lines might land where they’re needed.
🎶 Ottawa-based | Country • Acoustic • Story-driven
🎧 Stream my latest below ⬇️
Lyrics for sale!!!

First Day Back (Got the Jitters)

JpegDigital

Related tracks