Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

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what’s it gonna take to get you home

Intro is from 1946 film ‘Its a wonderful life’

V1:
I saw a shadow in the rain
It spoke to me
It wore your voice and knew my name
Never to leave

PC:
Try to see things from my side
How much I put on the line
I don’t think that you noticed
Doesn’t matter either way
What I do nor what I say
It never did 

C1:
Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
Coz all I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Bridge:
Give me something to burn

V2:
I run but when it rains it pours
Are you surprised 
She hides the clock beneath the floor (8)
I lose the time

PC:
Try to see things from my side
How much I put on the line
Have you ever noticed 
Seems not to matter either way
What I do nor what I say
It never did 

C2:
Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
All I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Said it’s pulling me in 
I will let down
Everything you love
Until I’m not around
Don’t step in my direction
All I’ve ever found
Is how to make you bleed from shutting you out

Give me something to burn

Burn

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The Right Rev. Mariann Budde (Episcopal Bishop of Washington) preached to the President of the United States. 

This song is loosely about her message and how it was received. This is a reflection of recent political events and the bravery shown by the bishop.

Some refer to her as a modern-day hero. At the very least it’s made us stop and think.

Which side of the political divide are you on ?💬 Have you ever been in a moment where words failed? 

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Wanna a better life for their children

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

pb2025

She,  eats the flies

(verse)
I love you when the sun goes down 
when the the night begins to whisper
Or when the fog lift off from all around 
and I left my guard being a firm resister
finding my own virgin magical ground

(verse)
When all the roads swishing past 
lose myself of what brought me here
the mystery of being alive 
and my past like fog disappear 

(chorus) 
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

(verse) 
Found myself on the windowsill 
breathing the thin air of a city
not even close of being fulfilled
when the glow of the moon hit me
thinking it´s time to make a refill 

(chorus)
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted 
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

Primary Colors

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

Je Me Replie V

Free Spirit

I won't give up...

By the Light of the Moon (Covered)

Fallow and Fade are a Sheffield-based folk trio weaving raw northern stories into stripped-back acoustic songs. With harmonica, guitar, and harmonies, they draw from lost pubs, concrete estates, and the quiet strength of working-class life. Their debut tracks Steel City Ghost and The Porter Song blend grit and warmth — music for those who still find poetry in boarded windows and river paths.