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My love will put you in hospital

40 Degrees Delicate (remaster)

Composed by Jimmy Page & Robert Plant
Arranged by Lou Ianello
Ronnie Ward - Trumpet, Flugel Horn
Jack Murray - Flute, Bs Clarinet, Alto Sax
Lou Ianello - Tenor & Bari Saxes
Richard Allman - Guitars, Bass
Nick Bolchoz -Drums
mixed and mastered by Johnathan Trawick at destinyroadmastering.com

Stairway To Heaven

I’ve attended the same church for thirty-eight years. It sits just one block away from the local Salvation Army shelter.

For decades, we never partnered with them. Never volunteered. We never even knocked. Never walked the fifty yards it would’ve taken to meet the people we prayed for in theory.

Then a community organizer moved down from up north and asked a simple, convicting question:

“Why isn’t our church connected to the shelter next door?”

White Flag Shelter Floor

America, land of gold  
Not for hands left in the cold  
Empty plates, worn-out shoes  
Work all day and still might lose  
Built the dream, but left the cracks
One step forward, two steps back

One step forward, two steps back  
Dreams derail on a rusted track  
Chase the light, it fades to black  
Hard to stand, the deck’s so stacked  
One step forward, two steps back  
Ain’t givin’ up—just facing facts

America, voice gone wrong  
Still tells women they don’t belong  
Preach respect, then look away  
Rights get stripped more every day  
Took a step, then lost the track  
One step forward, two steps back

One step forward, two steps back  
Dreams derail on a rusted track  
Chase the light, it fades to black  
Hard to stand, the deck’s so stacked  
One step forward, two steps back  
Ain’t givin’ up—just facing facts

America, raised by the wise  
Lets ’em fall while profits rise  
Pills go up, their checks run dry  
No help comes, no reason why  
Took their work, gave nothin’ back  
One step forward, two steps back

America, born to run  
Now limps home beneath the sun  
Truth in chains, the liars crowned  
Main Street's ghost in every town  
We stood tall, now just react  
One step forward, two steps back
One step forward... two steps back…
One step forward... two steps back…
One step forward... two steps back…

1 Step Forward 2 Steps Back

"Searching for a God Star - (Part 2)" is a world, ambient, cinematic track with contemporary influences, featuring vocals, piano, synths, strings, guitars, horns, percussion, brass and other world instruments !

Thanks for your support!

Written, produced, performed, recorded, programmed & arranged by Azar Breakey of Spirit Sound Innovators

Searching for a God Star - (Part 2)

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YOU Are the Deep State

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A raw, blues-driven protest anthem exposing political deception and the unraveling of blind loyalty. “MAGA Minds Are Cracking” blends gritty storytelling with soulful truth, capturing the moment when belief turns to reckoning.

Opening MAGA Minds

Clouds Beneath His Feet
Style of Music: Christian Worship | 90 bpm | 4/4 | D–C–G–F–D | Uplifting and reverent | Acoustic guitar, piano, drums, light strings, full band in chorus, choir accents in bridge
[Intro, Instrumental Build]  
D   C   G   F   D   (x2)  

[Verse 1, Soft Guitar, Reflective]  
The sky turns heavy,  
the storm draws near.  
The weight that I carry  
is more than I bear.  
But just when I’m sinking,  
His whisper I hear:  
“The clouds of your trials  
mean I am right here.”  

[Pre-Chorus 1, Building Drums, Hopeful]  
Every burden,  
every tear I weep—  
They’re only the dust,  
at Jesus’ feet.  

[Chorus, Full Band, Uplifting]  
The clouds are beneath  
the Savior’s feet.  
Every woe I face  
falls in His defeat.  
Through the darkest night,  
my heart believes—  
The clouds are beneath  
the Savior’s feet.  

[Verse 2, Driving Guitar, Stronger Vocals]  
The doubts that haunt me,  
the fear I fight,  
They vanish like shadows  
in His holy light.  
He lifts me higher,  
where hope won’t retreat.  
My heaviest sorrows  
are dust at His feet.  

[Pre-Chorus 2, Higher Build, Anticipation]  
Every trial,  
every fear I keep,  
Fades before His throne,  
at Jesus’ feet.  

[Chorus, Full Band, Soaring]  
The clouds are beneath  
the Savior’s feet.  
Every woe I face  
falls in His defeat.  
Through the darkest night,  
my heart believes—  
The clouds are beneath  
the Savior’s feet.  

[Bridge, Epic Build, Choir + Drums]  
Behold, He is coming,  
with fire in His eyes.  
Every knee will bow,  
every heart will rise.  
The heavens are shaking,  
the trumpet resounds.  
Jesus is crowned King,  
His glory surrounds!  

[Final Chorus, Lifted Energy, Full Band + Choir]  
The clouds are beneath  
the Savior’s feet!  
Every chain is gone,  
every fear’s defeat.  
Through the darkest night,  
my soul believes—  
The clouds are beneath  
the Savior’s feet!  

[Outro, Gentle Piano + Strings, Reflective]  
All my sorrows,  
all my trials I meet,  
Turn to holy dust  
beneath His feet.

Clouds Beneath His Feet

For the Kids Who Can’t Punch Back

RFK Jr. is selling salvation with the track marks still visible under his sleeves.

The hardest part wasn’t writing it. It was deciding whether a song about a recovering addict turned medical messiah, selling paranoia to scared parents, was punching down—or punching exactly where it needs to.

I went with the latter.

The kids he keeps invoking in his speeches don’t get to punch back.

Look Into Their Faces

🚆 Train Time is an original song inspired by my experiences traveling by rail — the rhythm of the wheels, the landscapes rolling by, and the timeless feel of train journeys. Written and directed by me, Christina Johnson, this track combines my lyrics and musical vision with AI-assisted performance to bring it to life.
🎶 About the song:
“Train Time” captures both the physical motion of the train and the emotional journey of reflection and discovery. It’s a blend of storytelling, Americana roots, and modern production — with the click-clack pace of travel woven into the music.
📍 Recorded in Calgary, Alberta
🎙️ Lyrics & concept: Christina Johnson
🤖 AI-assisted vocals and arrangement: under my creative direction
👉 Thanks for listening! Please share your thoughts in the comments and subscribe for more originals.
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Train Time

They built a house and called it right.
 Said work would save. Locked it tight.
 They prayed, they fought, they raised a flag—
 Then left it folded in a bag.
 They gave us rules without a name.
 They passed the torch, then blamed the flame.
Refrain
They handed down what they denied—
 The pride, the debt, the quiet lie.

Verse 2 – The Inheritors
We lived in rooms with broken beams.
 Hung pictures up to hide the seams.
 We fixed what shook with borrowed nails.
 Believed their wins, ignored their fails.
 We sang their songs, forgot the words—
 And told ourselves we'd made it home.
Refrain
We carried more than just a name—
 The debt, the weight, the buried shame.

Bridge – The Reckoning
What kind of man came out of this?
 All talk, no ground. All wound, no fix.
 Strong in noise, small in stand.
 Took the tools, refused the work.
 We dressed it up. We looked away.
 We called it new. It stayed the same.

Verse 3 – The Witnesses
A girl stands quiet at the gate.
 She's learned to wait, and wait, and wait.
 We tell her, "Build," then hand the wreck—
 The weight we named, but won't address.
 We say, "It's yours. Now make it true."
 And walk away like we came through.

Final Chorus
We held the torch. We watched it burn.
 We left her nothing she could learn.
 No song to sing. No name to trust.
 The house still stands. The fault's the same.

Tempo: 65–70 bpm
 Key: A minor
 Suggested chords: Am – F – C – G

Title: The Inheritance  
Subtitle: An American Reckoning  

Tempo: 65–70 bpm  
Key: A minor  
Suggested Chords: Am – F – C – G  

[Verse 1 – The Builders]  
They built a house and called it right.  
Said work would save. Locked it tight.  
They prayed, they fought, they raised a flag—  
Then left it folded in a bag.  
They gave us rules without a name.  
They passed the torch, then blamed the flame.  

[Refrain]  
They handed down what they denied—  
The pride, the debt, the quiet lie.  

[Verse 2 – The Inheritors]  
We lived in rooms with broken beams.  
Hung pictures up to hide the seams.  
We fixed what shook with borrowed nails.  
Believed their wins, ignored their fails.  
We sang their songs, forgot the words—  
And told ourselves we'd made it home.  

[Refrain]  
We carried more than just a name—  
The debt, the weight, the buried shame.  

[Bridge – The Reckoning]  
What kind of man came out of this?  
All talk, no ground. All wound, no fix.  
Strong in noise, small in stand.  
Took the tools, refused the work.  
We dressed it up. We looked away.  
We called it new. It stayed the same.  

[Verse 3 – The Witnesses]  
A girl stands quiet at the gate.  
She's learned to wait, and wait, and wait.  
We tell her, "Build," then hand the wreck—  
The weight we named, but won't address.  
We say, "It's yours. Now make it true."  
And walk away like we came through.  

[Final Chorus]  
We held the torch. We watched it burn.  
We left her nothing she could learn.  
No song to sing. No name to trust.  
The house still stands. The fault's the same.

The Inheritance

Retired English teacher writing songs, penning novels, and photographing the world.

The Inheritance

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