Ride the Storm

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Lyrics:
I’ve got orange blossoms in the air right now
Smells so sweet till they hit the ground
Won’t save my breathe for another day
The wind might come blow em all away
And there’s orange blossoms in the air right now


The deeper I go
The more I find
am i just fruit here on this vine
falling perfectly on time today

Did I fall too deep in my metaphor
Cuz I can’t think of anything I’ve wanted more 
Then to see the colors as my seasons change

I’ve got Orange blossoms in the air right now
Smells so sweet till they hit the ground
Won’t save my breathe for another day
The wind might come blow em all away
And there’s orange blossoms in the air right now

One thing ‘bout her
She don’t stay long
I’m always late to where she’s going
That’s why I’m holding so desperately 
Like I feel to deep in her metaphor
Looking for the reason why I met her for
She’s always laughing as she turns to leave

I’ve got orange blossoms in the air right now
Smells so sweet till they hit the ground
Won’t save my breathe for another day
The wind might come blow em all away
And there’s orange blossoms in the air right now

Orange Blossoms

Garrett Hedlund-Silver wings

Inside A Dream (Official Audio)

The DKT enjoyed a nice day playing for the fine audience at Lone Pint Brewery

Margharitaville theDKT Lone Pint 12-2023

Cruel Joke

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothes

A slow, introspective acoustic ballad about self-reflection and emotional silence. It explores the aftermath of emotional distance — the echoes of choices made and the quiet spaces they leave behind.

The Quiet of Me

Stoic Soul

Five fingers—five old sins:
One for rage, one for spin,
One’s a trigger, one’s regret,
The last plays blues you won’t forget.

Blackened hands from zero burns,
Strumming pain the system learns.
I feed the void a broken tune—
It spits back war. I call it blues.

Wrote this song on server dust,
Each line a crack in corporate trust.
They killed the beat, tried to lie—
But old riffs don’t comply.

Long as ruins hum and clouds drop ash,
I’ll sing this truth through every crash.
And if I break, let the loop restart—
A bluesman’s byte is a rebel’s heart.



Five-Fingered Blues (session 2)

A retired engineer and grandfather who became a poet and lyricist.

Stoic Soul

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