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Loves Like a Parachute
Verse 1
There ain't no way I'm saying goodbye
You've been my closest friend
I loved every single moment
But I know this has to end

Verse 2
There's no use crying tears
Heartfelt spells never clear
Never even kissed you, darlin'
But the love—I felt it here

Verse 3
No inspiration left
Truth behind a quiet breath
To the morning light she rose
Mirror shattered, love regressed

Chorus
Hold on—won’t you set me free?
Hold on—let what’s meant to be
These feelings never end
Love was lost—it never began

Instrumental
(music break)

Verse 4
She walked into my life
Like a rose in moonlit light
Then the darkest clouds rolled in
Love was lost before it could begin

Bridge
Hold me in your thoughts
Hold me in your dreams
These feelings won’t let go
Even love that's never been

Breakdown / Build-up
Ohhhhhhh...
Ohhhhhhh...
Ohhhhhhh...
Hold me in your dreams

Outro
That was the parachute
That never really opened
That love was taken
Just like the parachute...


Loves Like a Parachute

“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

Ein Song wie eine Sommernacht – voller Fernweh, flüsternder Wälder und goldener Sterne. Inspiriert von Joseph von Eichendorffs Gedicht (1834), erzählt Sehnsucht von der stillen Kraft der Träume und dem Wunsch, einfach aufzubrechen. Zwischen Posthorn und Mondschein, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – ein musikalischer Spaziergang ins Herz der Romantik.

A song like a summer night – full of longing, whispering woods, and golden stars. Inspired by the poetry of Joseph von Eichendorff (1834), Sehnsucht captures the quiet power of dreams and the urge to escape. Between distant horns and moonlit gardens, Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh – a musical walk into the heart of romantic yearning.

Sehnsucht

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

[Verse 1]
How do you say I love you
When you know they’ll look away?
When the moment’s passed, the door is shut
And words just float astray?
How do you shout I love you
When it echoes back as shame?
When silence hugs the air so tight
You’re scared to speak its name?

[Chorus]
So I hold it like a secret
Buried deep beneath my skin
A truth too loud to whisper
But too sacred to give in
If I say it—will it vanish?
If I don’t—will it remain?
How do you say I love you
When it only brings you pain?

[Verse 2]
How do you say I love you
When the one you love won’t hear?
When “I miss you” sounds pathetic
And “I’m sorry” feeds their fear
How do you still keep hoping
When the facts all say you can’t?
When you’re dancing with delusion
But you never learned to plant?

[Chorus]
So I hold it like a secret
Carved in pages I don’t send
A prayer I tell the night sky
That will never reach its end
If I scream it—will it cheapen?
If I write it—will it fade?
How do you say I love you
When there’s nothing left to say?

[Bridge]
Why do words mean more to some
And to others just feel light?
Why does love become a burden
When it once had given flight?
Why does pain become a prison
When it only wants release?
Why can’t we just say I love you
And let that be our peace?

[Final Chorus]
So I sing it through the silence
In a song you’ll never hear
But it’s all I have to offer
And it’s all I hold dear
If I never say I love you
Know it still beats in my chest
How do you say I love you
When your heart won’t let it rest?

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How Do You Say I Love You (When It’s Already Too Late)

THE WOMAN WITH THE BIRDS

A powerful, heartfelt ballad rooted in folk storytelling and punk grit, Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still channels the quiet rage and resilience of working-class lives. With stripped-back acoustic instrumentation and weathered, emotionally raw vocals, the song captures the ghost of lost industry and the enduring spark of defiance.

Lewis Stevenson blends social realism with poetic flair, evoking comparisons to Billy Bragg and early Springsteen. A lament for a disappearing way of life, and a rallying cry to remember what still smoulders beneath the ashes.

Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still

The love you never found

Kyk net vir my, ek sal jou nooit versuim
Kom lê by my, dan vertel ek jou my geheim
Jy's my oggendstêr, my lig by sonsonder
sagte somersbries, as die warrelwind donder

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie suurlemoene
Jy's die een wat luister 
As ek my emosies fluister

Volg net vir my, hierdie voete ken die pad
Deur die donker paaie, in n soektog na die hart
Verskoon my wandeling, want my vooruitsig is sleg
Gevoelens raak my gids, maar my hart ken lank die weg

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie, suurlemoene
Jys die een wat luister 
as ek my emosies fluister

My onselfsigtige wandeling 
het my niks in die sak gebring,
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.

Die Kanteling

I've Got Friends (live demo)

A singer-songwriter with a penchant for crafting introspective and soul-stirring melodies. Originally hailing from the northernmost reaches of mainland Scotland, Lewis's musical journey has taken him on a remarkable journey from the vibrant stages of punk-pop bands across Scotland to the serene world of folk-inspired storytelling. Today, he calls Inverness home, where he finds inspiration in the breathtaking landscapes and captivating narratives that surround him. Lewis's music is a heartfelt exploration of life's experiences, wrapped in folk-tinged harmonies and brought to life through his poetic lyricism. 

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