Cuts

God Bless Eric Taylor (Acoustic) - Marietta

Wires

wide eyes
fold my hands
hold my tongue
way too young

it's getting old
dissatisfaction

remember
what i
always told myself

i kept hanging on
to the same old things

i was wrong

why'd i
go so far?

mark my words jason, i will return!

The Talking Stage

I'm Glad It's You- 01 Curbside

I'd like to talk about a few things
Like how the last year has affected me
It may seem like it's nothing, but it's been burning a hole, can’t you see?
So if you could just wait I promise I’ll make it better.

Hold me, I'm a wreck, i neglect and I'm dysfunctional
To everyone around me and you're everyone around
Me, I digress, I can't let You walk away,
I swear I'll change
If you just let me.
so, will you let me?

So could you pull me up, because I feel like I just hit the deep end
But I'm "okay", if that's what you want me to tell you

I'll tell you whatever you want to hear

“I know, I'm sorry
I let this go to waste, I fucking ruin everything”
I know, I'm sorry
But I'm sorry doesn't mean anything


Hold me, I'm a wreck, i neglect and I'm dysfunctional
To everyone around me and you're everyone around
Me, I digress, I can't let you just walk away,
I swear I'll change
If you just let me.
Because I'd love it if you fucking let me


I Am The Boy

Call on

WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS - The Beatles Cover

Entre ciel et poussière, Echoes of the End réunit les dernières vibrations d’un monde en quête de sens.
Chaque morceau est une prière suspendue — un souffle de guitare, un murmure de piano, une onde qui se perd dans le vide pour revenir chargée d’émotion.
De “The Car in the Sky” à “Echoes of Tomorrow”, en passant par les hymnes spirituels et les introspections planantes inspirées de The Great Gig in the Sky ou High Hopes, l’album explore la fin des illusions technologiques, la beauté fragile de la Terre et la nostalgie d’un paradis que l’humanité a laissé s’éteindre.

C’est une traversée : celle d’un Moïse moderne entendant sa propre voix dans l’écho de la mer, celle d’une humanité qui envoie des voitures dans l’espace tout en oubliant la poésie du vent.
Entre rock progressif, gospel cosmique et folk introspectif, Echoes of the End fait dialoguer la foi, la science et la solitude — jusqu’à retrouver la plus ancienne vérité : nous sommes tous des échos, cherchant la fin pour comprendre le commencement.

mark my words jason, i will return!

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