Verse 1
He was on a path to nowhere, then he raised his head
One day, he opened up his eyes and this is what he said to me.

Pre-Chorus 1
Brother I won’t hurt you, I’ll always be your friend
But if I don’t do something, with my life soon it will end
And you see, there’s no point in me carrying on, unless I change my evil ways.

Chorus
I’m gone, I’m moving on, I’m rolling down this road alone
I’m gone, I’m moving on, So raise a glass for me, farewell
I’ll see you soon on the other side, and it will be my brand-new day.

Bridge
Black sheep I know - We fall down
Addictions we bleed - We hold on
Hallelujah - Be strong
The brother I keep - He’s long gone

Verse 2
Seven years and not a word
Seven years I dreamed of change
And then, he showed up at my door
This is what he said to me

Pre-Chorus 2
Brother, please forgive me, for never coming home
I didn’t have the strength to stay here, the temptations long been gone
Believe me, I’ve bled my last drop of tainted blood, and I’ve changed my evil ways

Chorus 2
Long gone, back where I belong, I’ve found my way down the road back home
Long gone, back where I belong, Please open your hearts to me again
Or I’ll see you soon on the other side, and it’ll be my brand-new day

Brother

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Buried Treasure

Written by AndixxXj w assistance from Jody 
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The Sadness

Previously meant to be a part of the "Windmill" project, this track is now remixed to an instrumental, with a few new voices added.

Halloween

Son of a Gun 

Verse 1: 
I met a man down in Juarez 
He tried to sell me his (D) gun 
When I said that I wasn’t (A) interested  
He said gringo you buy it or (E) run 
He started telling a story  
It took all I had not to (D) cry  
Not because I didn’t have any (A) money 
(E) Or that I wasn’t willing to (A) die  
 
Chorus 1: 
(D) He said the love of my lives in America  
So, I’m begging you not to (A) run   
(D) The coyote awaits, my ride to states  
Help me (A) go to my bo-(E)y and (D) it’ll be my son for a (A) gun.  

Verse 2: 
I could tell that this man was no killer 
But that he could see no other (D) way 
As he cocked back his grandfather’s (A) pistol, and he aimed it straight at my (E) face  
I saw his hand shake on trigger  
And the desperate look in his (D) eye 
Good men can do bad when they’ve (A) lost all they had  
(E) At least he was willing to (A) try 

Chorus 2 
(D) I said Some men build walls to keep other men out  
Who the hell are we to (A) decide  
(D) don’t go doing something that you’re gonna regret  
Mister (A) I won’t ru-(E)n, (D) I’ll be your son of a (A) gun 

Verse 3: 
He lowered the pistol and took a deep breath 
I offered to buy him a (D) drink  
Said I’ll pay you to hear your (A) story if you’re willing to listen to (E) me 
Forget the coyote and your grandfather’s gun, I’ll get you back to your (D) kid.  
Let’s have a bottle of (A) whiskey and (E) a good night’s rest, just tell me where he (A) is. 
 
Chorus 3: 
(D) Said he stays with his aunt in Chicago 
I haven’t seen him in seven (A) years 
Just a (D) picture or two, all I have to get through. 
Mister, (A) I miss my so-(E)n 
I said, (D) I’ll get you there or I’ll be a son of a (A) gun  
 
Bridge: 
(D) just because a man drew a border 
Don’t mean that I don’t (A) belong  
(D) To that son of a bitch in the White House 
I’ll (A) be here long after you’re (E) gone 
To the (D) ones that are building his wall 
You can make it as tall as you (A) want (D)  
(A) If it’s the land of the free  
(E) Well that includes me  
You won’t stop us from (D) coming (A) across  

Chorus 4: 
(D) When we landed in Chicago 
(A) He could hardly believe his eyes  
Then he (D) fell to his knees, shot a smile at me  
And he (A) held his so-(E)n 
Yeah, (D) I tipped my hat  
And went home a son of a (A) gun.

Personal Earthquakes

Son of a Gun

"Trevor Said" by These Guitars Say Sorry is a raw, emotional acoustic ballad featuring only percussively strummed guitar and heartfelt vocals delivered in a distinct British accent. With minimalist instrumentation, the song paints vivid portraits of everyday struggles and personal stories, blending folk-rock with social commentary. The stripped-down arrangement allows the poignant lyrics and gritty vocal performance to take center stage, echoing influences from British folk and working-class protest songs. It's a powerful reflection on life’s hardships, resilience, and the scars we carry.

Lyrics

Trevor said he never expected
The thoughts in his head to amount to anything 

Jennifer sits alone in her bedroom
Wondering why the phone never rings


Cathy thinks she wants a divorce
Her husband Jeff doesn’t know it yet


Lucia’s worked 10 years in a factory 
Doesn’t see her kids
But it pays the rent


Can I paint you a picture?
Have you seen it before?
The life and the love and the loss
And yet you ask for more


Life is hard, you can pretend but anyway
How frail we are
Here tomorrow gone today
The pain’s so sharp take me, take me far away
Yet here we are
Showing off the scars we made


Edna said she never expected
To live this long but the end is nigh


The teenage years are always the hardest
Melissa texts and wonders why 

David’s waiting for life to get started 
Anna wishes she had a plan


Christian sits there broken hearted
Thomas is ready to make a stand


Can I paint you a picture?
Have you seen it before?
The life and the love and the loss
And yet you ask for more


Life is hard, you can pretend but anyway 
How frail we are
Here tomorrow gone today
The pain’s so sharp take me, take me far away
Yet here we are
Showing off the scars we made


You can pretend but anyway
You can pretend but anyway
Life's Hard

Trevor Said by These Guitars Say Sorry | Acoustic Folk Rock | Working-Class Ballad

The Lights Go On, The Music Dies

Bulletproof (ft. Corey)

WarGames

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

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