STRAIGHT AND NARROW

Boys Of Faith

Nine Ball

Coal

Once again 1.mp3

Jore's old poem now played with Suno
Original version is on the album 'The Mescaline Smugglers - One Hell Of A Party'

I don't know anything of the south or the west
I don't know if life is a joke or a test
But when I saw you, I knew that
You are the best

I see the mockingbirds are building their nest
I see only you and miss all the rest
I can't think of nothing more, just that
You are the best

I have found my goal so I can forget my quest
Oh how I wish to press your head against my chest
No need to look at other girls, cause
You are the best

I don't know where Rome is or Spain or Bucharest
I don't know how to vote or make a protest
The only thing I know for sure is that
You are the best

You Are The Best - Jore w/Suno

Of Love, Of Life .mp3

Long Live The King 1.mp3

Burn Away My Fears

The lyrics is belong to Kurdish poet  Hemen mokoriane 


￼ The nightingale with broken wings at the time of my bloom,
Only sends sighs into the hollow of my heart’s tomb.

I’m a Kurdish captive of Newroz dawn,
My soul is chained, in silent fire drawn.

A sparkless ember on Yalda’s night,
Awaiting a fate lost to the light.

The voiceless dove of a spring undone,
A colorless flower in the weeping sun.

In the corner of a barren, silent fest,
I’m a black-cloaked beauty at her best.

The vanished hand of my proud tribe’s grace,
The bitter scent of a love I chase.

At the grave of a forgotten martyr I cry,
A thirsty, twisted tree under a sunless sky.

I am the poet’s dusty, crumpled page,
A tomb-lit candle, a funeral stage.

I’m the bent reed of old songs’ sound,
A tainted blood, where bitter memories are found.

The flame-draped shawl of morning’s cry,
My father—a whisper, my son—a sigh.

Burnt wings of a moth in prayer’s flight,
Empty wineglass in a tavern of night.

The scent of rosemary from distant lands,
An out-of-tune instrument in unseen hands.

A broken rhythm on yellow hills’ bed,
Wounded, sick—what pain can I shed?

The last sunbeam of autumn’s flame,
An aged, bitter poet with no name.

So how can I tell you what I am?
Even I doubt whether I truly am.

The broken wings

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye - Luke Bryan (Acoustic Cover)

I have written several pieces of poetry over the years linked to doomed relationships, which have filled 8 books I’ve had published. There are also included memories of times spent in military service during conflicts and wars. I thought I might add music to some of them. Here are my meagre attempts.

Burn Away My Fears

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