Name: Good Noise by Godvliet Records
Duration: 3 min 52 s
Description: An acoustic-pop diary about love, loss, and hope.

Step into the nostalgic world of acoustic FolkRock with "Shadows We Left Behind", a bittersweet storytelling ballad about memory, loss, and love that lingers. With warm baritone vocals, fingerpicked guitar, and hauntingly poetic lyrics, this song captures the emotional ache of moments that time rewrites, but never truly erases.

If you love reflective folk songs with rich storytelling in the style of Gordon Lightfoot, Nick Drake, or Ray LaMontagne, this nostalgic folk-rock ballad will speak to your heart. Think cabins by northern lakes, faded letters in hidden drawers, and autumn leaves falling like memories you can't forget. This is music for long drives, quiet evenings, and anyone who's ever felt the ghost of a past love.

"Time rewrites what once was true, but can't erase what I felt for you."

Let the storytelling guide you. Let the shadows remind you.

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Shadows We Left Behind

🎵 Strings and Soles – Cottonfield Blues
A journey through the soul of the blues.
No map. No gold. Just a guitar, worn-out boots… and songs that bleed truth.
From dusty Mississippi roads to the quiet corners of the heart, this album is raw, melodic, and real.
Blues that doesn’t ask — it tells. Let it speak to you.



Strings and Soles

Left My Soul at the Door

"Burn Me Slow" is a slow-burning blues ballad about a young couple caught in a storm of love, lust, and jealousy. The song follows the emotional rollercoaster of a passionate relationship where desire fuels both connection and conflict. The narrator feels the fire of intimacy but is haunted by suspicion as their lover's attention drifts. As doubt grows and trust erodes, the song questions the sincerity of love that thrives on temptation. With haunting verses, a bittersweet chorus, and long soulful instrumental parts, the track captures the fragile beauty and hidden pain of a love that burns too hot to last.


🎵 Title: "Burn Me Slow"


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[instrumental intro – slow electric blues guitar, soft organ – 0:00–0:25]

[verse 1 – 0:26–0:55]
We met beneath a blood-red moon,
Your lips were sweet, your touch in tune.
You pulled me close, no words were said,
Just heat and hunger in our bed.
But passion, baby, cuts both ways—
It feeds the night, then haunts the days.

[instrumental 1 – guitar solo – 0:56–1:15]

[verse 2 – 1:16–1:45]
You danced in silk, I watched in flame,
Each time you moaned, you called my name.
But I see how you turn your head,
When someone else walks by instead.
It’s fire and thrill, then doubt and sigh—
You lift me up, then make me cry.

[chorus – 1:46–2:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t make me burn and never know.
Are you mine, or just a show?
I can’t keep drowning in your glow.
Your kiss is wine, your lie is cold—
I need the truth before we’re old.

[instrumental 2 – slow organ and bluesy bends – 2:16–2:35]

[verse 3 – 2:36–3:05]
You laugh too long at strangers’ lines,
You say it's nothing, but it bites.
Your eyes still search, though I am near,
It turns my love to smoke and fear.
I try to trust, but lose the fight—
I'm chasing shadows every night.

[instrumental 3 – moody guitar + faint harmonica – 3:06–3:25]

[verse 4 – 3:26–3:55]
You say I’m yours, but still you roam,
You love the chase more than the home.
Your perfume lingers in my chest,
But so does doubt—it never rests.
I gave you all, you gave me thrill,
But baby, lust don’t pay the bill.

[bridge – 3:56–4:16]
You want the fire, not the flame,
You want the thrill without the name.
But hearts ain’t toys and nights grow cold—
Even passion can't be sold.

[instrumental 4 – long sentimental guitar solo, soft organ – 4:17–4:45]
(Weeping bends, slow and expressive…)

[chorus reprise – 4:46–5:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t leave me aching head to toe.
Are you mine, or just for show?
Tell me now—I need to know.

[instrumental outro – 5:16–5:30]
Guitar fades slowly into soft minor chord, whisper of organ in the back…


Burn Me Slow

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

Clemency

Empty House Blues

An acoustic-pop diary about love, loss, and hope.

Good Noise

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Rust & Roses

A window opens – to the city, to the self. Acoustic, poetic, soft male lead with gospel textures. A song for quiet thoughts with sound.

Window Wide, World Inside

Half Awake, Half Gone

We zagen elkaar met de zon in onze ogen,
De wereld leek alleen van ons te zijn.
We spraken woorden vol verlangen,
Alsof de tijd ons niet kon scheiden, zo fijn.

Maar liefde kent geen rechte lijn,
Soms doet het goed, soms doet het pijn.
Je kunt niet altijd blijven geven,
Samen vinden we de weg door dit leven.

Het is geven en nemen,
Verliezen en weer strelen.
Door het vuur, door de tijd,
Zoek ik naar wat in ons blijft.
En als we soms de weg niet vinden,
Wordt er meer gezwegen dan vergeten.
Want zelfs als het niet meer gaat,
Heb ik nooit spijt van waar jij nu staat.

We hebben nachten stil gepraat,
Over dromen die nog voor ons lagen.
Soms voelde ik hoe jij me ontglipt,
Maar ook hoe jouw liefde me weer draagt.

Ik wil niet strijden om jouw hart,
Niet trekken aan wat uit elkaar valt.
Ik wil gewoon dat jij begrijpt,
Dat liefde ook loslaten schrijft.

Het is geven en nemen,
Samen buigen, samen breken.
Door de storm en door de tijd,
Zoek ik naar wat in ons blijft.
Als het soms niet lukt om te helen,
Laat ons dan niet breken, maar delen.
Want zelfs als het einde daar is,
Laat het zacht zijn, als een warm gemis.

Geen verliezers, geen verdriet,
Alleen de waarheid die ons ziet.
We hebben alles doorstaan,
Tot we elkaar konden laten gaan.
Met respect en met gevoel,
Want dat is wat liefde bedoelt.

Het is geven en nemen,
Samen werken, niet beschamen.
Zelfs als we soms verdwalen,
Blijf ik altijd alles halen
Uit jou, wat ooit mijn thuis verdiende.
Een les, een lach,
Harten die ons dragen en ons helen.
Samen vechtend, hand in hand, als vrienden.

Patrick


Romance

Geven en Nemen

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To know love
through
the boundaries of time
What is the point?
Is it up to me
to anoint?
My shared purpose
with the world 
and beyond.
Please guide my
actions today.

As I watch villages
Being bombed.
How am I supposed
To respond?
To see rhetoric spewed
at the others.
How and when
Did we forget
They are our brothers.

Only an instant
does the world endure.

Will I make it holy?
To begin here and now
or cautious and slowly?

Is it mine to make?
Or do I just take and take?

This tiny instant
full of wonder and mystery
sitting front and center
or on the periphery.

Is it full of pain
For the world to endure?
Or is it happy and free
Just waiting for me/

It is my choice to see
As the world endures.
This holy instant
so simple and pure
In truth is it
right now
Showing me how.

Make It Holy

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