Hit the Ground Runnin (ft. Coury Palermo)

S. Carey - Crown The Pines

When my family moved from a townhouse to a farm way back in 2000, we got a beautiful, scruffy border terrier puppy and named her Winnie Peggle. For years, she would lie quietly by the window whilst I worked on songs and ideas on the piano. If she didn't like what I was working on, she'd let out a yawn, stretch her legs, and waddle off back to her bed. She was the sweetest music critic I've ever encountered.

Last week, after numerous health problems, she passed away peacefully at the grand old age of 13 and has left a huge hole in our family home. I started working on this piece a couple of weeks ago and finished it on the night she died so it seemed only appropriate to dedicate it to our much missed tiny bear. 

Hope y'all like it x

Peggle

What I Kept in Hiding

To Begin

In Hiding

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All the World's Asleep

Pre-release  of my next single (releasing Jan 20, 2026) on Thirteenth Moon records!  A conscious raise the vibration , activist Love song! Raise the vibe y'all , Rise Up , Stand Up, Hands off our rights!  Featuring Jen Mulhern (Jenuine Cello) - cellos, DR - vocals, guitars, piano, bass, Rob Gracia- drums . BG vocals- Kirsten Carter....Produced by DR, Engineered by DR & Rob Gracia. Mastered by Rob Gracia at RG Studioworks.

Rise  Up, Through Love

RISE UP, THROUGH LOVE

After the Promise is a quiet, acoustic indie folk album about what remains when love ends without drama.

These songs live in the aftermath. The mornings after the vows stopped echoing. The long drives, the empty rooms, the honest self-reckoning that follows a relationship that didn’t explode, but simply expired.

Stripped-down guitars, husky vocals, and minimal arrangements carry stories of commitment, endurance, memory, and acceptance. There’s no villain here. No rewritten past. Just truth, reflection, and the slow work of learning how to carry what was yours and set down what wasn’t.

This album isn’t about heartbreak as spectacle.
It’s about dignity, accountability, and moving forward without bitterness.

Headphones recommended. Late nights encouraged.

I’ll Carry What Was Mine

Produced By Jourdain Casper.



Ghosty-Ghost — “The Last Residual Hour”
A quiet, cinematic Folk / Indie piece built around intimacy, memory, and seasonal change. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar carries the pulse, while sparse piano chords and mournful cello swell beneath the verses and bridge, creating a slow-burn atmosphere of warmth fading into cold.
“The Last Residual Hour” captures that fragile moment between light and dark — the final glow of autumn before winter takes hold. Breath on glass, dew on spiderwebs, heavy air, and borrowed warmth all live in this song. It’s about holding comfort for just a second longer, knowing it won’t last, and finding beauty in that impermanence.
Minimal vocals, breathy hums, and soft ad-libs drift through the mix, leaving space for reflection. This track is meant for late evenings, cold mornings, long drives, and moments when time feels suspended.
Genre: Folk / Indie
Mood: Melancholic, warm, reflective, cinematic
Instrumentation: Acoustic Guitar (fingerpicked), Cello, Piano, subtle synth textures
🎧 Best experienced with headphones.

Ghosty Ghost  - The Last Residual Hour (Modified Version)

The second single from 'The Weight of Melted Snow' which is released in NZ and will be release internationally at a future date.

It Will Be Okay - French For Rabbits

The single 'Voices' was released November 24, 2017
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~ Lyrics

They sing, they whisper
In every corner of my brain
They lie, speaking truth
What is what is hard to tell

But I let them play for a while, for a while
When silence falls I hear them call, hear them call

They're loud, distracting
Filling up the emptiness
For now they're what I need
They're better than the loneliness

So I let them play for a while, for a while
As silence falls I hear them call, hear them call

Voices in my head

In Hiding

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