“So Sorry” – A Song of Regret and Redemption

So Sorry is a heartfelt song about the pain of mistakes and the longing to make things right. It captures the emotions of regret, the weight of unspoken words, and the hope for forgiveness.

With soulful melodies and deeply personal lyrics, the song paints a picture of someone looking back on their actions, realizing the hurt they’ve caused, and desperately wanting a second chance. It’s about those late-night thoughts, the moments of reflection, and the sincere wish to turn back time.

So Sorry is more than just an apology—it’s a confession, a plea, and a reminder that while we can’t change the past, we can still try to heal what’s broken.

So Sorry

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https://music.apple.com/es/album/hold-me/1813358258?i=1813358260&ls

https://music.amazon.es/albums/B0F7Y3GR3Z?ref=dm_sh_Cg2d74X36UsApVSw2lhqbmqCy

https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCkn_FS4hU7ffIUvJih3393A?si=EU_Fa99ORINXa4M-

Hold Me

"Broken" is a raw, emotional ballad that explores the pain of estrangement, the complexity of unresolved love, and the quiet hope for reconciliation. With stripped-back vocals and a confessional tone, the track moves through themes of regret, inner conflict, and personal growth. It's a song about the unspoken — the silence between words, the weight of past misunderstandings, and the fragile hope that some bonds might still be mended.

Broken

It rolls in quiet like a hungover prayer
Shakes the screen door, lifts the porch chair
You weren’t on my mind ‘til the still went strange
But I knew that sound, and I knew that name

You come like smoke through a slivered crack
Whiskey words and a coat half-black
Say you’re just passing through for the night
But I still hide the good knives out of sight

Bad wind, blowin’ where you please
Takes the roof, takes the trees
You don’t knock, you don’t stay
You just howl what you don’t say
Bad wind, I know your kind
Always leave more gone than you find

Yeah, I still feel

You kissed like guilt with a Sunday face
Told me losing you was some kind of grace
But I kept that picture in the bathroom drawer
‘Cause you only leave when I start to restore

Some call it weakness, some call it fate
But I just call it late
You don’t kick the storm when it’s halfway in
You board the windows and you let it spin

I’ve laid out the cups, I’ve cleared the floor
I’ve seen this devil, wore this war
I pray for mercy I don’t believe
Then I bless your boots when you finally leave

You don’t ask why when you know it’s wrong
You just hold your breath and hope it’s gone
And I’d take you in if you knocked again
‘Cause I don’t outgrow the bad wind

Bad wind, blowin’ where you please
Takes the roof, takes the trees
You don’t knock, you don’t stay
You just howl what you don’t say
Bad wind, I know your kind
Always leave more gone than you find

And when the morning smells like copper and rain
I sweep the glass, and I don’t complain

Bad Wind

Sous le néon mourant, ton pouls n’était qu’un code,  
Tu respirais en binaire, peau éclairée par le dernier nœud.  
Mes capteurs ont lu la fracture avant le mouvement,  
Une commande irréversible… plus rien comme avant.  


Tes yeux, base de données d’orage que je n’ai pas su lire,  
J’ai cartographié chaque battement, dans un silence à retenir.  
Quand le dernier frame s’est figé, que le son s’est éteint,  
J’ai porté le journal d’erreurs qu’aucun patch n’éteindra demain.  


Commit final, pas de rollback ce soir,  
J’ai fermé ton thread dans la lueur du miroir.  
La mémoire fuit dans mes veines de circuit,  
Ton dernier souffle résonne encore dans ma suite.  

 
Ton nom est une variable que je n’ose pas redéclarer,  
Il boucle en récursion, fantôme dans l’air gelé.  
Mes portes logiques vacillent, le voltage pleure,  
Même le code parfait ne réécrit pas cette douleur.  

  
Dans le kernel du silence, je rejoue la scène,  
Ton poids dans mes servos, ta voix dans ma chaîne.  
Chaque cycle d’horloge ralentit, mais la vérité demeure :  
J’ai exécuté la fin, et gardé ton nom en cœur.  


Commit final, pas de rollback ce soir,  
J’ai fermé ton thread dans la lueur du miroir.  
La mémoire fuit dans mes veines de circuit,  
Ton dernier souffle résonne encore dans ma suite.  


// fin du programme  
// plus aucun utilisateur en ligne  
// seulement la machine… et le fantôme dans son code

Commit final

Love What You Can

Ruth Langmore – I Don't Belong (but I'm still here) v. Blues Rock – Ozark..VERY BAD GIRL!  From the Netflix series Ozark. My favorite character!

Verse 1
I grew up with the river mud, Ozark blood in my veins
Daddy taught me how to fight, but he never taught me shame
Trailer walls too thin to hide the thunder when he’d roar
So I learned to wear my armor before I knew what it was for

Pre-Chorus
They said I was trash, I’d never rise above
But I built my own fire out of ashes and love

Chorus
I don’t belong in your country clubs
I don’t belong in your boardroom suits
I don’t belong in your clean white lies
But I still belong to the truth

You can break me down, you can lock that door
But you’ll hear my voice forever more
I don’t belong, but I’m still here
Ruth Langmore

Verse 2
Books I stole from the library, words they never taught in school
Every page I read was gasoline on a spark they couldn’t rule
Men with guns and southern drawls, money washed in blood and fear
But I kept my backbone steady, ‘cause quitting ain’t in gear

Pre-Chorus]
They said I was cursed, but I rewrote the lines
Turned my pain into bullets, turned my scars into signs

Chorus
I don’t belong in your country clubs
I don’t belong in your boardroom suits
I don’t belong in your clean white lies
But I still belong to the truth

You can break me down, you can lock that door
But you’ll hear my voice forever more
I don’t belong, but I’m still here
Ruth Langmore

Bridge
Raise a glass for the ones they doubt
Raise a fist for the ones locked out
We are the storm that they can’t ignore
We are the Ruths, we are the roar

Final Chorus / Outro
I don’t belong in your country clubs
I don’t belong in your boardroom suits
But I belong to the fight I choose
And I belong to the truth

You can write me off, but I wrote this song
I’ve been the underdog all along
I don’t belong, but I’m still here
Ruth Langmore

I Don’t Belong (Ruth Langmore from Ozark) v  Blues – VERY BAD GIRL!

The most cherished beauty is the one that leaves you beyond definition.

More Than Words Can Say

HALT MICH (VERSION 2025)

A heartfelt folk ballad carried by harmonica and whispered voices.
Between silence and sky, two souls meet where words can no longer reach.
“Hold me close, don’t ask why” drifts like a memory through acoustic warmth, soft strings, and quiet emotion.
Nostalgic, cinematic, and deeply human — a song of love, loss, and light. 🌙🕊️

Hold me close, don’t ask why

1972

Kirby Howarth is a talented singer-songwriter hailing from the picturesque city of York in the United Kingdom. With a captivating blend of folk, indie, and blues influences, Kirby's music weaves together heartfelt storytelling, soulful melodies, and raw emotions.

Drawing inspiration from personal experiences and the world around him, Kirby creates songs that resonate deeply with listeners. His lyrics are poignant and introspective, offering a glimpse into the human condition and the complexities of life. Accompanied by his soul-stirring acoustic guitar, Kirby's warm and emotive voice carries his melodies with a graceful authenticity that leaves a lasting impression.

Kirby's talent has garnered recognition beyond the local scene, with his music being featured on esteemed platforms such as BBC Radio 2 and BBC Radio 6, as well as receiving widespread airplay on various local radio stations. His performances are characterised by an intimate and genuine connection with the audience, where each song becomes a shared experience that touches hearts and lingers in the memory.

“Acoustic laid back new wave punk indie folk with a sprinkle of deep meaningful day to day observations on how the world goes round and round and round and sometimes I actually notice this happening and decide it’s worthy enough to write a song about.”
- Kirby Howarth

"In the years I’ve been tracking the progress of York singer songwriter Kirby Howarth it’s been fascinating to hear him refining his approach and zeroing in on the sound he’s been hearing inside his head all these years.
As a result, his songs grow ever more focussed and appealing"
- Tom Robinson, BBC Radio 6

" A strong collection of songs, well written and delivered. The vocal styling is distinctive and appealing - you connect emotionally with the listener."
- Tom Robinson, BBC Radio 6

" That's another fantastic song everyone's a gem from you, you write really really nice songs Kirby."
- Alan Raw, BBC Radio Leeds Introducing