is a tribute to frayed guitars, busted voices, and those who keep going when everything else says stop.
It’s not about polish. It’s not about perfect rhyme.
It’s about guts, grit, and that one riff you never forget — even when your hands are shaking.

I see you

WE’RE BORN AGAIN

There was a time when I wasn’t kind 
All I believed was trapped in my mind 
I never saw the world all around 
And I never knew that truth could be found 

All of my days were full of regret 
And anger inside for all that I met 
I could not forgive the sins that I saw 
I could not conceive that I had those flaws 

And yet we are creatures 
Made of simple dust 
Now endowed with features 
That we must learn to trust 

There was a day when I’d reached the end
Lied to myself and could not pretend
The world that I knew was tiny and small
The hate that I lived would soon be my fall

When I tried to see I found I was blind
I pounded my fists to loosen the bind
I could not recall what I had ignored
I opened my heart to reach for the door

Yes, we are creatures
Made of simple dust
Endowed with features
We must learn to trust

The knock on the door had come just in time
I opened it wide and started to climb
I could not believe the world I would find
When I wasn’t trapped alone in my mind

We all have the gift to choose what we see
And follow a path to what we will be
We listen and learn and watch for the sight
When meaning becomes a thief in the night

So, yes, we are creatures
Made of simple dust
Now endowed with features
That we must learn to trust

And, yet, we are creatures
Made of simple dust
Now endowed with features
That we must learn to trust

WE'RE BORN AGAIN

Debut EP showing soulfulness and vulnerability. Navigating life, laughter, struggles, and peace one song at a time. 

A Song for Peanut

Fight the Good Fight (Original Song) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAfrdiH0BkA
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Music and Lyrics by Kimberly Chong

Lyrics: 

When you shouldn't care what they think 
But you do, yeah you do
When you've confused love with something else,
Will you find a good replacement?

Sometimes I wish I had a big sister
I'd look up to her and I'd ask
Why are things like this?
And she'd say, I know as much as you do my dear
You just keep the faith
You just keep the faith

Maybe one day, when life stops getting in the way
I'll get there
Maybe one day, when things start making sense again
You'll be there

But until then

I'll fight the good fight
I'll fight the good fight
I'll fight the good fight
For you x2

When the dutch courage of youth
Slips away in secret
And strength is what you really need in this life
Will you find a good addiction?

Sometimes I wish I had a big sister
I'd look up to her and I'd ask
Do I make you proud?
And she'd say, don't let the world tell you what you can or can't do
You just get out there
You just get out there

Maybe one day, when life stops getting in the way
I'll get there
Maybe one day, when things start making sense again
You'll be there

But until then, until then

I'll fight the good fight
I'll fight the good fight
I'll fight the good fight
For you 

I'll be a good girl when there's nothing else to be 
If you just don't give up on me
It's lonely being an only child
It's lonely being an only child

Fight the Good Fight | (Original Song)

The Best Thing

This is a new recording of a song I wrote many years ago. The lyrics is about a  genie who had slipped out of the bottle into the dreams of a sleeping girl. 
The language is swedish.
If you're interested there is also an english version of the song https://soundcloud.com/patrikneriksson/living-in-your-dreams-original?si=ba4ec951f68a4524bd9965f66a4dbfc9&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Tidig morgon, gryningsljus
Tittar in i ditt mörka hus
Men än är det stilla, än en liten stund 
Bara fåglar som sjunger utanför ditt fönster 

I dig vill jag stanna
I dina ljuvliga drömmar
Jag är anden som ur flaskan fann ut
Och när du sover, då lever jag i dig 

Din klocka har ringt,
men du hörde ingenting
Du kanske missar nåt viktigt, 
men det struntar jag i
Fortsätt att sov
Du får önska vad du vill
Det blir nånting vackert
Det tänker jag se till 

I dig vill jag stanna
I dina ljuvliga drömmar
Jag är anden som ur flaskan fann ut
Och när du sover, då lever jag i dig 

Då lever jag i dig 
Då lever jag i dig...

Jag Lever I Dej

Jag lever i Dej - original (swedish)

Mercy mercy Money King
Can't you hear the people sing
Money King theyre at your door
Asking for a little more
They want more

Cadillacs and racing tracks
You put the weight on the peoples backs
Canonize the velvet green
When it comes to money youre people mean

But sometimes your soul it catches fire
You curse your god a blessed liar
Aint no comfort in a fancy wench
When it comes to love youre on the bench

So sorry sorry Money King
You aint got nothing but everything
Money King youve closed the door
Now dont you want a little more
You want more

Mercy mercy Money King
I said sorry sorry
Money King
Sorry sorry
Money King
Money King


Words and Music (c) 1978, 2003 by Jack E. Morris

Money King

Live performance of 'Inhaler' - a brand new track from my upcoming EP, 'Home Grown'.

Joel Gladwell - Inhaler (BBC Music Introducing session)

dont think twice its alright

She believed she could fly, and so she did.
He did not, he didn’t try.
And so the two were just hovering, suspended in space and time.
She pulled up, and he would push down.

He insisted, “It’ll be fine.” But he wasn’t sure.
She had doubts, but she kept trying.
And so the two were floating along, Going nowhere, and so fast.
She pulled up, and he would push down.

Love is not walking a tightrope, balancing one side against the next.
Love is not dealing in false hope, not always getting just what you expect.
It’s walking out without a safety net.
Love is risk.

They worked hard at compromise. Give and take is the key.
Just make sure there’s no surprise.
And so the two did not come to terms, it all fell by the side.
She pulled up, and he would push down.

Love is not walking a tightrope, balancing one side against the next.
Love is not dealing in false hope, not always getting just what you expect.
It’s walking out without a safety net.
Love is risk.

It’s about changing directions, being there, meeting the other one's needs.
Sometimes you may be the driver, other times they’ll be the one who leads.
It’s healing wounds when the other one bleeds.
It’s learning trust, happiness comes when we’re freed.
It’s making plans - planting seeds.
Love is risk.

The Best Thing

Mark C Powers

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