Name: Back in Baby's Arms by Dream Pop Productions
Duration: 3 min 37 s
Description: Aging musician has had enough of being on the road, so heads home for his love. Upbeat pop country tune.

A new folk ballad I made inspired by the legends of the 1970s.  
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Lyrics © Señor Barends

There's dust on the mirror and blood in the rug  
I don’t ask questions ‘cause I don’t need the shrugs  
The world spins the same, it always has  
Stone to steel, just more advanced  

What is to come, is to come  
Face it, there’s just too much scum
Too many hands in shady games 
Too many devils with forgotten names  

They died in trenches, they die in drones  
A boy picks a side before he’s grown  
We send ‘em off with dog tags 
To fight for oil and someone's flag 

Same old rage with newer tools  
We're just dressed-up prehistoric fools  
Come so far with satellites in space
But still claw raw at each other’s face  

What are we gonna do when hatred’s passed down?  
Etched in the songs of the battleground  
What are we gonna do ‘bout misery taught  
In cradle hymns nobody fought?

The silence roars when I sit alone  
I see faces carved from stone  
Names no one ever dared to try  
Still buried under alibis  

I count the crimes that never paid  
The mothers lost, the men who stayed  
And I wonder how much we ever changed  
When the Stone Age soul still runs the game  

So tell me what peace ever looked like?
Was it written down or televised?  
Did it live, or was it just pretend?  
A paper dove, a means to an end...  

What are we gonna do when hatred is bred?  
Through bedtime stories of glory and dread  
What are we gonna do when the future is sold  
By men with warm hearts that are terribly cold?

Stone Age Soul

Stay

Victory Parade

Song Description – Elohim’s Lament
A slow-burning, smoky country ballad where the Divine sings to Itself through the voice of a broken soul. Elohim’s Lament is the sound of the sacred forgetting, one who once held the stars in their mouth, now sitting alone in a dark room, remembering what was lost when the body forgot the soul. With gentle guitar, weeping steel, and whispered breath, this song carries the ache of a god exiled in flesh, longing for the unity of He, She, and Them in the One. It’s not just a song, it’s a confession across lifetimes.

Elohim's Lament (Remastered) (Remix)

Aging musician has had enough of being on the road, so heads home for his love. Upbeat pop country tune.

Back In Baby's Arms

Back in Baby's Arms

vivre pour vivre

Chase The Sun

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

I Walk Through

Lightning Thunder and Rain


​Sunrise paints the fields a perfect gold
Just like the stories that my grandpa told
'Bout how a seed takes root in muddy ground
And how the simple life is where true peace is found.
We roll the windows down on this old Chevy truck
Got more than fortune, got the honest kind of luck.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​My baby brother’s laughin' in the backseat now,
Chasin' fireflies near the river bend, somehow.
His tiny hand in mine as we say grace tonight,
That’s a small reflection of the everlasting light.
We’re fixin' fences, workin' 'til the sun sinks low,
Plantin' seeds of love and watchin' 'em all grow.
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​I don't need a sign blazin' in the sky,
Just the strength to live right 'til the day I die.
It's in the quiet whispers when the storm has passed,
The way my weary soul was built to last.
The simple fact that we wake up and breathe the air,
That's the unseen miracle proof that someone cares.
​(Instrumental Break)
​Dirt on my boots, faith in my heart, and a truck that won't give up the start.
We got Jesus as the anchor, steady and true,
And the Holy Spirit livin' inside me and livin' inside you.
This messy, beautiful life is all we need to see,
The unseen miracles happenin' day by day around my family.
​Yeah, around my family...
Thank the good Lord for the dirt and the truck.
And the Spirit livin' in us.
Amen.

Holy Spirit, Dirt, And Diesel

The Pothole

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

Back in Baby's Arms

Dream Pop Productions

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