to my dad... 2nd take


The station clock's hands are frozen in rust
And a stranger's face stares back, filled with distrust
This isn't home, just a cold, endless maze
Can you help me, son, through this terrible haze?


'Cause the name on my wrist is a word I can't claim
And my mirror's a window to a man I can't name
What is this slow unraveling? What's happening to me?


Where is my memory? Fading like a ghost
Where is my love? What I miss the most
Help me find the picture, the face I was told
Is the reason my worn, hollow heart once took hold


The woman who visits and weeps at my chair
Calls me "my darling," and strokes my grey hair
And the man with my eyes, who calls me "Dad," takes my hand
I'm just a tenant in a foreign land


And the fog rolls in thicker with every new day
It silently steals all the colors away
What is this long goodbye? What's happening?


Where is my memory? This silent, creeping theft
Where is my love? Of all things, it's what's left
Help me find the picture, before I let go
And the last light I have for her ceases to glow


I feel the love like a warmth on my skin
But I can't find the source, can't let the feeling in
It's a fact without context, a song without sound
I'm just a house where the walls fall down

Where is my memory? Just a hole in the dust
Where is my love? A betrayal of trust
You showed me the picture, I held it and cried
Then I asked you "Who's this?" with my love locked inside

The picture is blank...
Just a frame in my hand...
Who are you?
...Who am I?
...Son?

lost in memory

A Blues for Music is a journey into timeless romance and hypnotic soundscapes. Built on the foundation of jazz and soul, the record blends warm upright bass lines, brushed drums, and delicate Rhodes keys with lush strings and muted horns. Each track unfolds like a late-night conversation, intimate, smoky, and full of longing.

Themes of love, devotion, and spiritual connection echo throughout, painting vivid portraits of passion both tender and raw. From whispered introductions to soaring choruses, the music carries the listener through moments of vulnerability, desire, and completion.

This is an album designed for quiet nights, candlelit rooms, and the spaces where love and music intertwine. It is not just a collection of songs, but a mood, an atmosphere,where every note breathes intimacy and every silence feels alive.

A Blues For Music

Lyrics 100% created by me, vocals and instrumentals produced using AI. This was very embarrassing for me to write because it's about a guy who would come into my old part time job a few months back, but its definitely unique haha. Let me know what you think, Thank you for listening! Please make sure to like and follow on my other platforms: https://linktr.ee/Honybeebaby

Blue Collar Love

A raw street anthem fused with smoky jazz and soulful R&B. Streets Paint Me Black paints the struggle with heavy bars, haunting saxophone melodies, and a hook that cuts through the darkness. Gritty, cinematic, and unapologetically real — this is the sound of the block at night.

Streets Paint Me Black

The A seasons - Butterfly sickness

Gone

Steve Austin smooth Jazzy edition

All The Light We Lost

Love lost

The Buddha said: "He abused me, he struck me, he defeated me, he robbed me"—for those who dwell on such thoughts, hatred is never appeased. For those who don't dwell? The hatred settles.

This song is about that record player in your head—the one that keeps spinning the same old hurt on repeat. You didn't choose what happened to you, but you do choose whether to keep rehearsing it.

Slow Chicago blues shuffle. Warm tube amp. Midnight bar feel. A song for anyone who's ready to lift the needle and let the room go quiet.

You ain't denying what happened. You're just choosing what you feed.

🙏 Part of the Dhammapada Reborn project—ancient Buddhist wisdom transmitted through American Blues.

[Verse 1]
Sat up in the kitchen with the lights down low
Old hurt spinning like a late-night show
He talked bad about me, took what I earned
Needle in the groove where the anger burns

[Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, let your heart get out the key

[Verse 2]
Screens glow blue, feeding all your doubt
Same five memories keep wearing you out
She betrayed me, left me, broke my name
Playing it on loop like it's earning you fame

[Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, let your heart get out the key

[Bridge]
You ain't denying what happened, you're just choosing what you feed
You can water thorns all evening or plant a kinder seed
Hate is a squatter, stop paying the rent
Drop the stylus, walk away, that's how the fury's spent

[Verse 3]
Morning sun creeping, whole house still
Coffee steam rising, quiet on the sill
You breathe in mercy, breathe out the fight
Let the track go silent, feel the room fill with light

[Final Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, leave the loop, step into peace

Put That Record Down

I Don't Want To Love You Forever  ( remix )

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Me covering my own Songs with Suno and learnîg and having fun in the Process...
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