Draw Near

Composed & Produced by Brock Hewitt
In Collaboration with The David Roy Collective

Copyright 2021 Stories in Sound

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Draw Near (w/ The David Roy Collective)

Hallelujah

Rides in vain

“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

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

Pain And Misery

I'll take you to a place where everybody knows your name

Wrote this one early Spring morning long ago, when out walking with my 3 year old daughter, Janine.

Little Legs (Janine's Song)

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

The enchantment of love and connection through creativity in a magical dimension.

Come Closer

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

VULTURE by Nova J

Bitch I see you, yes I do
Your entitled attitude
You so petty, full of hatred
Scavenging oh you so shameless

You think I don’t know (ooo)
You a sneaky hoe (ooo)
Pack your shit and go (ooo)
Leave my studio (ooo)

I got breaking news, bitch
I am onto you, bitch
You and me are through, bitch

You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
Got no manners, got no culture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You’re a shady lil’ fucker
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture! Vulture!)

You circlin’ close, smellin’ death
Talkin’ sweet with toxic breath
Fake concern, fake regret
But you just waitin’ for what’s left

You think I don’t know (ooo)
You a sneaky hoe (ooo)
Pack your shit and go (ooo)
Leave my studio (ooo)

I got breaking news, bitch
I am onto you, bitch
You and me are through, bitch

You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
Got no manners, got no culture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You’re a shady lil’ fucker
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture! Vulture!)

Vulture. (Yeah, I said it.)
Vulture. (Best forget it.)
Vulture. (You thought you’d win it)
Vulture. (It’s time to quit it.)

Bitch I see you, yes I do
(Your entitled attitude)
You so petty, full of hatred
(Scavenging oh you so shameless)

I got breaking news, bitch
I am onto you, bitch
You and me are through, bitch

You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
Got no manners, got no culture
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You’re a shady lil’ fucker
(Vulture! Vulture!)
You ain’t nothin’ but a vulture
(Vulture! Vulture! Vulture!)

Lillian

With deep textures, slow BPM, and evolving atmospheres, it's perfect for menus, cutscenes, exploration, or emotional storytelling in games.

Track 8 - Noctivaga

Somebody else's song

l'automne dans les laurentides

Overdub instrument at Home Recording - 9/28/2025
Performed on Yamaha DTXtreme III Drum Kit with a Yamaha M12 Percussion Drum Pad

Time just slips away  -  Vocal n Drums.wav

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

mchorsebones@gmail.com

Hyacinth Lobotomizer

MC Horsebones

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