A Good Life

If I Belong (freestyle)

Only The Brave

Saturday Night

Interlude II

This album was born from a restlessness, a deep need to trace the roots of the sound that's always lived inside me. After six years shaping my craft in London's grey embrace, I knew I had to follow the river back to its source. So I set out from St. Louis, guitar on my back, heart wide open. Memphis poured its gritty soul into me on Beale Street. Nashville showed me the craft, the stories spun in three chords and the truth.

And then... New Orleans. Bourbon Street. The humid air thick with history, the brass bands echoing off ancient bricks, the raw, unfiltered lifeblood of the blues right there on the sidewalk. From London to Bourbon Street is that pilgrimage captured in sound. It's the echo of the Thames meeting the Mississippi, the lessons of London filtered through the dusty roads, smoky juke joints, and triumphant parades I found travelling South.

This album is my musical bloodline laid bare. It’s the journey home to the sound that started it all, and the transformation it sparked along the way. Listen close – you can hear the miles, the stories, and the whiskey-soaked truth in every note. I went searching for the roots, and found a whole new part of myself. This is that sound. Still soaking it in.

Lullaby song take 2

A slow blues about being homeless, poor, and hungry.

I got holes in my shoes my feet feel the ground
Ain't no roof to my name no walls around
The night gets colder my breath turns to steam
Life ain't no movie it's a broken down dream

Oh I’m poor I’m hungry I’m all alone
The streets are my bed the night’s my home
I sing my blues to the cold hard stone
Oh I’m poor I’m hungry I’m all alone

My belly's aching got no bread to eat
Every step's a battle with tired feet
The wind's my companion it howls my song
But even the wind don’t stay for long

Oh I’m poor I’m hungry I’m all alone
The streets are my bed the night’s my home
I sing my blues to the cold hard stone
Oh I’m poor I’m hungry I’m all alone

I see rich men walk with their heads held high
While I stare at the stars and ask them why
The world keeps spinning but it left me behind
Searching for a spark in a life so blind

Oh I’m poor I’m hungry I’m all alone
The streets are my bed the night’s my home
I sing my blues to the cold hard stone
Oh I’m poor I’m hungry I’m all alone

Poor and Hungry Blues

02-The jester is now the king-Ingles

xander ~ dopamine

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Haven't posted a bedroom freestyle in a long while so here's one of them. Flowing from the heart soul and mind. 
Enjoy 
Beat by @Devonwho -fort3-85

I do not own any of the rights to this music.

Grace

Written by Lisabel 
Additional writing by Nikola Kovačević

Recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Nikola Kovačević (Brother Sun Sister Moon Productions)

Co-produced by Lisabel and Nikola Kovačević

https://www.brothersunsistermoonproductions.com

Stars Dance

Stressed Out

‘Like Sand. album out 22/5 on my own label JFH Records. Click link to presave https://ffm.to/likesandalbum

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If I Belong (freestyle)

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