Go Back Home (Steven T)
lyrics ©Steven T
image & music by Suno AI

Go Back Home (Steven T)

Let’s go back to Jamaica
Let’s go back home
Let’s go back to Jamaica
Let’s go back home
Let’s go back home
I wanna be known so,
Let’s go back to Jamaica

What I want, don’t try to fake ya
Get off the phone
What I want, don’t try to fake ya
Get off the phone
Get off the phone
I’m so alone so
Let’s go back to Jamaica
Let’s go back home
Let’s go back home






Go Back Home (Steven T)

Written, Recorded & Produced by Sidney Bloomfield

- Lyrics -
I'm so glad
Time in my hand
And it still burns so fast
I fall asleep in the palm of your hand
And I don't feel my life
How to decide
And I jump between the lines
See with my ears and I hear with my eyes

I'm so glad
All of our friends with their head in the sand
And they don't see the future
Their heart is still
Rather to live never knowing to live
Than frozen in waiting for all it will give
I'll build a tower
When it falls

I'm so glad
Mirrors and lines
Got ahold for some to see
Granted this time I've been granted I kill
A mistake for all to make
Nothing to do when there's too much to say
And I cling to all these stakes
Live in a way

I'm so glad
Head in my hand
And I climb beneath the sky
Catching the drops and linking the lines
And I don't catch the drift
Leave all too quick
And I see between the lines
Always a hint never hardly a sign



Michel (Demo)

Based On a True Story

Cay's Crays

Recorded in Houston after the storm (Hurricane Katrina)2005 with Aaron Neville's nephew and a white dude named Kevin
lost connect with but if you know them,tell them to Holla at me

Why me

Fat Freddy's Drop’s pirate soul train, resolutely independent, worldwide.

Formed in 1999 in Wellington, New Zealand our sound draws inspiration from almost every part of the black music lexicon. Soul drenched vocals and jazz harmonies collide with tape delays and echo chambers, underpinned by a rhythm section as comfortable laying down a throbbing, techy soundscape as they are a swampy blues stomp.
