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My Heart Glows with Love

Hilltop Summer 2025

30 : Happy Returns

Ghost @30

Free Will

Shrinking

Pagobinho 2.0

A História de Nós Dois / Meu Casamento / Me Bloqueia / 12 de Junho / Tristinha / Um Só Sentimento / Quem É Esse Cara? / Nosso Primeiro Beijo (Ao Vivo)

Vá Com Deus / Sem Você / A Troco de Nada / Não Me Vejo Sem Você (Ao Vivo)

I Can't Help But Wonder

Solace

Memories

Rose Pink Sky - premaster

Pretty Soon

AGORA EU QUERO IR

Toffee

[Verse 1]
Woke up with rain on the windowpane,
Heavy heart but I’m still in the game.
Mug in hand, mind in a spin,
But I take a breath and let the light in.

They say, “Chin up,” and I hear their voice,
In the noise, I make a quiet choice.
To keep calm, keep carryin’ on,
Even when the night’s feelin’ way too long.

⸻

[Chorus]
Keep calm and carry on,
Every cloud’s got a light that’s strong,
Chin up, love — you’re not alone,
Bob’s your uncle, you’ve found your home.

The sun will rise, just wait and see,
Good things come, eventually,
You’re smashing it, don’t live in doubt,
It’ll be all right — it all works out.

⸻

[Verse 2]
They laughed when I said I’d chase that dream,
Called me soft, said life ain’t what it seems.
But I’ve learned not to fold too soon,
Some flowers only bloom past June.

“You’re havin’ a laugh,” well maybe I am,
But I’d rather dance than stick to the plan.
“Don’t worry,” I say, “it’ll sort itself out,”
Got fire in my heart and a louder shout.

⸻

[Chorus – repeat]

⸻

[Bridge – Rap/Spoken Word style if pop-hip-hop version]
Yeah —
Took my knocks, wore the bruises like medals,
Turned breakdowns into new instrumentals.
No map, just the grit in my soul,
Each setback? Just part of the goal.

I’m not lost — I’m just finding the view,
Truth is, I’m stronger than I ever knew.
Say it loud — “It’ll be all right” —
’Cause I’ve got hope and I’ve got fight.

⸻

[Final Chorus – stripped down first half, then full beat returns]
Keep calm and carry on,
Every cloud’s got a light that’s strong,
Chin up, love — you’re not alone,
Bob’s your uncle, you’ve found your home.

(Full band)
The sun will rise, just wait and see,
Good things come, eventually,
You’re smashing it, don’t live in doubt,
It’ll be all right — it all works out.

It’ll Be All Right

Leather cracks in frozen dusk
Steam from breath, his eyes combust
Dragging hooks through alder bark
Blood leaves trails where nights go dark

He hums like a priest with a drill
The hyacinth blooms after every kill

Hyacinth Lobotomizer walks
Twisting spines and feeding stalks
Unnamed village, nameless dead
Brains leak pink on the riverbed

Rusty scoops in mittened fists
Lobotomy lists, alphabetic twists
Elders nailed to sauna doors
Kids whisper prayers through warped floorboards

“It’s for the flower,” he explains
While scraping marrow from the drains

Hyacinth Lobotomizer feeds
On spleens and twisted local creeds
His leather sack drips cold regret
He waters roots with villagers' sweat

Hockey goals turned autopsy rigs
Torsos posed like pagan pigs
Midnight sun won’t cleanse the stench
Each petal blooms from a severed wench

The village keeps no record books
Just moss, and screams, and lacerated looks

Hyacinth Lobotomizer reigns
Stomping through cerebral plains
No one leaves, no names are spoken
All that grows is split and broken

Blood seeps slow through brittle snow
No roads out, no path to go
The bloom survives, the mind decays
He plants again. Another phase.

Scent of lilac masks the bile
The lobotomy’s done. Now he’ll smile

Hyacinth Lobotomizer grins
As memory withers from within
The village breathes, but not for long
He’s already picked tomorrow’s son

Hyacinth Lobotomizer

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

When unarticulated grief meets too much whisky, families can be torn asunder, if only for one night.  I experienced this once at a funeral I was attending, sober, not one of the inner circle as such, and I watched this play out.  It stayed with me, what would the person they were grieving, a loving matriarch for whom family was deeply important, say about the recriminations and arguments that took place.

Our December

Dani Ela - Evenings

Szept wiatru

They came with fire, with steel and chain,
Marked the earth, changed the name.
Yet the poet walked where silence grew,
Left his words in ash that flew.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

From Carmel’s hill, where cedars stand,
He named the sea, he called the land.
Not for gold, not for pride,
But to claim the tide before it died.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

The fire raged, the city fell,
The wind still sings what none can tell.
A poet’s room, a glass of wine,
A name now drifting past the line.

This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Soft winds rise, a song takes flight,
A fleeting shadow, a whispered name.
No wall will stand, no chains remain,
For words outlive the hands of pain.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


This sea is mine, its voice still calls,
This sea is mine, it knows us all.
Though tides may turn and stars may fall,
This sea is mine, it stands through all.

Above the sea, above the tide,
A new Carmel will rise in stride.
Stone by stone, the dream revives,
In word and song, the past survives.


(for Mahmoud Darwish)

Carmel Reloaded

Let's walk hand in hand through life

[Verse]
together we visit countries, get to 
know people and their culture, 
let's join hands for a common adventure

[Verse 2]
Lost in neon skyscraper skies
Searching truth through endless lies
Broken hearts on avenue
Streets sing songs of me and you

[Chorus]
Hey now take my hand
We'll dance in this dreamland
Stars above are sparks tonight
In the city's glowing light

[Bridge]
Mirror windows hide inside
Lonely souls they try to hide
Every corner tells a tale
Love and loss along the trail

[Verse 3]
Morning sun beams rinse the pain
Washing off the midnight rain
Promises of fresh new starts
Found in alleys of our hearts

[Chorus]
Hey now take my hand
We'll dance in this dreamland
Stars above are sparks tonight
In the city's glowing light

Let's walk hand in hand through life

My Heart Glows

[Verse]
I saw your face in a shattered stream
Broken glass still held a dream
The light danced
It called your name
And nothing
No nothing
Feels the same

[Prechorus]
The night whispers secrets in the air
I reach out but you're not there
[Chorus]
My heart glows with love
It burns so bright
Through the shadows
It ignites the night
No matter the storm
No matter the fight
My heart glows with love
You're my light

[Verse 2]
The clock spins circles
It won’t slow down
I hear your laugh in every sound
Time is a thief
But it can't steal
The way you make my soul feel

[Bridge]
A spark
A flame
A wildfire in my chest
It rages on
It never rests
Even in silence
I hear the song
With you
I know where I belong

[Chorus]
My heart glows with love
It burns so bright
Through the shadows
It ignites the night
No matter the storm
No matter the fight
My heart glows with love
You're my light

Solitude Standing Live 2012

The Queen and the Soldier (Live)

Afkar

Mira

Whole World's Got The Blues

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. 

https://www.instagram.com/lewis.w.stevenson?igsh=YWx0a2s2aGczMHRh&utm_source=qr

https://youtube.com/@lewiswstevenson?si=7ubK-w19qti7OLtn

Beneath It All A Fire Burns There Still

Lewis W Stevenson