Blak and Blu

When My Train Pulls In

A Man” is the story of someone who’s walked through hell and came out changed. Calm, quiet, and steady, he doesn’t move like everyone else because he’s already fought battles no one knows about. This track is raw and honest, built from scars and soul. I’m tired of people telling me how to write and sing — I am Outlaw Country, and I stand my ground. What you hear in this song is survival, truth, and fire-forged grit. Nothing polished, nothing fake — just a man, and the sound of his soul.

A Man

ALLUSION , ILLUSION 

Couplet 1 :

Yeah… between two worlds
Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion! Illu-sion!
I walk on words that glitter under neon lights,
Promises in windows, truth just out of sight.
Signs in the dark, a wink from the horizon,
The city talks in halves, in coded revelations.
One foot in the real, the other in a haze,
I read between the lines of all my yesterdays.
The echo of a future whispers in my ear,
Choose the chiaroscuro or burn in daylight’s glare.
If I reach out now, is it a signal or a dream?
Is it a silver thread or the web that pulls on me?
Between the undertones and crafted fiction,
My heart beats like a riff in contradiction.

Refrain :

So often, life-at times-life is made of illusions and allusions
Illusions! Allusions!
We dance, we scream, we fall, we rise in fusion,
We rise again!
Allusion, Illusion-my compass in collision!
Collision !
Tell me, tell me, which version ?
Which version ?
Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion ! Illu-sion !
I draw my line through the confusion.

Couplet 2 :

Your eyes are speaking low, never giving all,
Your gestures are the cards we learn to fold and call.
I paint fresh constellations on station ceilings high,
I rhyme our quiet fears with roads we choose to try.
The world keeps throwing signs at every crossing light,
I tremble while decoding angles of attention’s bite.
If hope’s a glass to fill, I drink straight from the rain,
Between what I am told… and what you won’t explain.
If I tear the veil, is it dawn or just illusion ?
Is it a siren’s cry or the final, clean solution ?
My heart’s an overdriven amp on saturation,
I’m chasing the truest note, the right translation.

Refrain :

So often, life-at times-life is made of illusions and allusions
Illusions! Allusions!
We dance, we scream, we fall, we rise in fusion,
We rise again!
Allusion, Illusion-my compass in collision!
Collision !
Tell me, tell me, which version ?
Which version ?
Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion! Illu-sion !
I draw my line through the confusion.

Couplet 3 :

I want the truth, even if it burns my hands,
I want whole words, not velvet mirror-lands.
If I choose the flare and refuse the blur,
Is that the end of shadows… or the end of us?
Allusion…
Illusion…
Now I cut the line-I run, I surge !
Hey ! I smash the glass of all confusions,
Hey ! I keep the fire of my visions,
Hey ! I love the signs, I love the friction,
But I want the real in my songs’ rendition !

Refrain :

So often, life-at times-life is made of illusions and allusions
Illusions! Allusions !
We dance, we scream, we fall, we rise in fusion,
We rise again !
Allusion, Illusion-my compass in collision !
Collision !
Tonight I choose… my own version !
Your version !

Outro : 

Allusion… Illusion…
Allu-sion ! Illu-sion !
Between two dreams, I make my incision…

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