kitkat мама під музику емінема.mp3

(Verse 1)
Empty pockets, dusty shoes, a worn-out coat I wear
But the sun shines brighter for me, than any millionaire
No mansion walls to hold me, no diamonds on my hand
Just the open sky above me, in this wide and wondrous land

(Chorus)
'Cause I'm rich in soul, yeah, rich in soul, you see
My heart's a treasure chest, overflowing, wild and free
Gold ain't glitter, gold ain't shine, it's the kindness that you hold
My heart's made of solid gold, a story to be told.

(Verse 2)
Shared a laugh with a stranger, helped a friend in need
Found a beauty in a sunset, planted a tiny seed
Listened to a river's whisper, felt the gentle breeze
These are the riches I'm collecting, scattered through the trees.

(Chorus)
'Cause I'm rich in soul, yeah, rich in soul, you see
My heart's a treasure chest, overflowing, wild and free
Gold ain't glitter, gold ain't shine, it's the kindness that you hold
My heart's made of solid gold, a story to be told.

(Bridge)
They chase the fleeting fortunes, the paper and the fame
But I'm building my own empire, in a different kind of game
With every act of loving, with every gentle word
A kingdom of compassion, where my spirit soars, unheard.

(Chorus)
'Cause I'm rich in soul, yeah, rich in soul, you see
My heart's a treasure chest, overflowing, wild and free
Gold ain't glitter, gold ain't shine, it's the kindness that you hold
My heart's made of solid gold, a story to be told.

(Outro)
So let the world keep counting, their dollars and their cents
I'll count the smiles and moments, that make my life immense
And when my days are over, and my story's finally done
They'll say, "He was a wealthy soul, beneath the setting sun."

I'm Rich In Soul

kitkat зміст2.mp3

Stuck in a motorway traffic jam
[Verse]
Engines hum loud in the choking haze
Red lights scream locked in this metal maze
Wheels spinning nowhere just crushin' dreams
Trapped in the heat steam makin' me scream
[Chorus]
Concrete standstill I'm losing my mind
Tires won't roll through this tangled grind
Rush hour prison no one's getting free
This blacktop stretch just devourin' me
[Verse]
Horn blasts sharp through this thickened air
Sweat drips angry with the moonlight's glare
Heat’s a hammer pounding on my skull
As the highway yawns cold soulless pull
[Chorus]
Concrete standstill I'm losing my mind
Tires won't roll through this tangled grind
Rush hour prison no one's getting free
This blacktop stretch just devourin' me
[Bridge]
Clock keeps tickin' but the wheels stay dead
Frustration's a beast tearing through my head
Radio crackles static fake escape
No sign of motion yeah I suffocate

Concrete Standstill

Vocals by the late Gary Witts; extracted from an old rehearsal tape from back in the mid 90’s hence the poor quality.

I don't believe in love

About seeing the images of friends and family still on social media when passed.

Faded Faces Mstr

This is a new song I have just recorded.
I was playing in a band with my band mates Jon Perrett (bass) and Paul Broadrick (drums). 
It is about wanting to meet a woman in London in the 90s. Lots of women then wore a typical look of swish bob look, leather jacket or Harrington bomber, Levi 501s with a turn up and of course DM boots.
My early demo version was a much slower Beatles type ballad but when I played it to them in band rehearsal, they took it and upped the tempo and Jon added the killer base line. We used to play it as our last song of our gigs and it always went down well but unfortunately, we never recorded it. 
I have a studio set up at home so I can record a proper version of it. 
Jon now lives in Australia and Paul and in St Albans so it is a solo effort but I hope I have reproduced as near as possible their bass and drums although I have had to resort to keyboard bass and drums using EZD3.
I hope you enjoy


black boots (single edit) _ (phil kelly)

[intro]
Choke on my--

Virtue

[Verse]
You walk with a mask

Finding solace 
In the work of crowds

Preach with a forked tongue
Stare with martyr eyes

Stitch your gospel
With lies and deceit

[Bridge]
You bless your sins with silence
Wrote your gospel on the backs of the blind
But broken hallelujahs don’t mean a thing
When your halo’s dipped in pride

[Chorus]
You had a voice
But you sold it just to chase a lie
No one buys redemption
When your sweat’s soaked in disguise
Which side of your mouth still bleeds the truth?
Preacher of poison
Now who’s gonna save you... when it’s you behind the pulpit too?

[Verse]
Your sermon rots in silence
The vessel empty... yet still filled with pride
A prophet once bled for the masses—
You? You bled them dry

Gave you a decade
And you're
Still the same 

[Chorus]
You had a voice
But you sold it just to chase a lie
No one buys redemption
When your sweat’s soaked in disguise
Which side of your mouth still bleeds the truth?
Preacher of poison
Now who’s gonna save you... when it’s you behind the pulpit too?

[Final Chorus]
You wear the robe
But your seams were torn

A preacher of self righteous echoes
I will never follow your ways
But I'll spit back in sin
Break your commandment
So I can be myself

I Never Meant To Steal Your Wings

Grown Without A Crown

GROWN WITHOUT A CROWN

Left in pieces

Dream Theater - Untethered Angel

Music maker, engineer and producer with a modest power packed recording studio by the beach.

Left in pieces

Jon Perrett

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