Your Love

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Class A Girl

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1959 is one of my older originals which is a story about a now older bloke who is kind of looking back on his life which includes love, war and children. I hope you like it. 

1959

New research reveals that the human brain contains a built-in pain map that activates in different regions when relieving pain in the face, arm, or leg.  Researchers at the University of Sydney have revealed a detailed map-like system within the brainstem that regulates pain differently depending on where it occurs in the body. Their discovery could help develop safer and more precise treatments for chronic pain that do not depend on opioids.


Verse 1
In the quiet core of thinking clay,
Where whispers rise and drift away,
They found the places pain will go,
A hidden map the nerves still know.

Chorus
Map of the mind, lines of relief,
Drawn through sorrow, joy, and grief.
Each aching limb, each wounded face,
Finds mercy's mark, its sacred place.

Verse 2
Not one road leads through despair,
Each pain a path that ends somewhere.
Face, arm, leg-each pulse, each cry,
Has its own star burning high.

Chorus
Map of the mind, lines of relief,
Drawn through sorrow, joy, and grief.
Each aching limb, each wounded face,
Finds mercy's mark, its sacred place.

Bridge
No pill can show the way inside,
But patterns bloom where neurons hide.
From Sydney's halls, the news runs clear-
Hope's design is written here.

Final Chorus
Map of the mind, lines of relief,
Healing traced in pure belief.
Pain's not gone, but it can be tamed
By knowing where it's softly named.

Mind Map

Please (2025)

blue jeans - lana del rey cover

Summer Nights

Written by Alexander Biggs
Recorded and produced by Alexander Biggs
Mixed and mastered by Matthew Neighbour

Lyrics:
Wednesday night you took me to a magic show
The same night I said I was gonna leave
Secretly I hoped that there was something up your sleeve
But I don’t think I believed it

Bright as day the morning came to leave our place
We joked that you would come in my suitcase
Dreamed you kissed me as I boarded but you only smiled and waved
I’m just glad that you made it

I’m not asking you to change
I’m not asking you to change
I’m just asking you to stay still

Cleaned my room took it all to the laundromat
Watched the clothes spin round my little head
Wondered if my pants could ever wrap around my legs
And walk me interstate

Sold my things to try and win the lottery
To make my money back and find some peace
Didn’t have the guts to steal your heart but you sold it to me cheap
Something tells me you just leased it

I just wanna hear you speak
I just wanna hear you speak
In the same room as me

To wish you well’s a wishing well a
Hopeful waste
Rather throw my money down the drain
To think of you as happy is a burden on my brain
And I don’t think I can take it

But I hope that you’re okay
Oh I hope that you’re okay
Dancing on my grave

Laundromat - Single

Laundromat

Written by Bec Sykes
Produced, engineered and mixed by Tom Iansek
Mastered by John Ruberto at Mastersound

Lyrics:

I wanna be in love again
I don’t wanna be friends
Go to the beach when it’s too hot to sleep
Park on the street, and fool around

Forty-five we laugh the whole ride to Edithvale
Forty-five we laugh the whole ride to Edithvale
Forty-five we laugh the whole ride to Edithvale
I don't wanna be friends

I wanna be in love again
With sand on skin
Thieves came in the night
For a joy ride
Set yours alight
Left no trace

Lily lane engulfed in flames, oh Edithvale
Lily lane engulfed in flames, oh Edithvale
Lily lane engulfed in flames, oh Edithvale
I don't wanna be friends

I remember sand on skin
I still remember everything
I feel your hand upon my knee
But they stole it all, there is no lead
Slowing down at amber lights
To kiss me for the millionth time
Talking fears and counting years
But they stole it all, now we’re stuck here
They stole it all, now we’re stuck here

Forty-five we got no ride to Edithvale
Sweaty skin and heated fights, no Edithvale
Forty-five we got no ride to Edithvale
I don't wanna be friends

Class A Girl

Kyle Lionhart