WHEN IT ALL BURNS DOWN Lyrics:

Staring at the ceiling but in my mind I’m leaving
Counting up the seasons ’til I’m gone 
To Arizona or somewhere warmer
To set my feet out in the sun
Before it all burns down

Everyone may have their vision of sin and holy living
Oh, but I found religion in my lover’s arms
I worked to fill their coffers and I did so prim and proper
Yet they curse my name as Devil’s charm
So let it all burn down. Let it all burn down

They build you up to tear you down
Bury all the pieces underground
But I know the secret, it’s in the sound
When it all burns down. When it all burns down

Staring at the ceiling, but in my mind I’m leaving
Counting up the seasons ’til I’m gone

 © 2023 Winter Horse Music

When It All Burns Down

Before It's Time

Smokey Mountain

I hide
From your words like knives
Scorpion sting in your eyes
I’m always watching you leave
When I need you
My love
Everything’s never enough
I keep your amused with my sadness
Pretending to hurt when I caught you in a lie

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms

Free
Free as a bird in a storm
If I ever find my way home
I don’t believe you will leave the light on
My love
I pay in pain for my sins
The devil in you always wins
You lose my love like a chain to bind me with

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms

Gravity
Pulls me closer
Gravity
Pulls me closer
Every time
I suddenly realize
All the love and hate
Feel the same inside
Our darkest stars collide

I won’t cry out loud
Standing alone in the mess that you left me with
I feel your gravity
Pulling me down again
Pulling me
Into your arms
Into your arms
Into your arms

Gravity

Alright, so this album, Silent Roads, is one of those deeply haunting, intimate collections that takes you right into the heart of lost love and longing. Imagine an album that feels like wandering down empty roads at night, where every song is like a memory coming back to life, even though it’s painful. The songs all have this soft, slow, acoustic feel, with instruments like piano, violin, and especially the guitar, which just aches with every note. It’s like the guitar itself is grieving, you know?

Each track really explores the weight of what’s left behind after a relationship falls apart—not just the sadness, but the regret, the unanswered questions, and that bittersweet “what if” that never goes away. The lyrics are so raw and direct, they kind of hit you with all the things we usually try to bury or avoid. Some tracks are about missed moments and things unsaid, while others are more about finally letting go, even though you’re not ready.

It’s all told from this really vulnerable perspective, with baritone vocals that feel weary and deeply reflective, like he’s just sitting there, talking to himself or maybe to her ghost. There are songs that mention memories of shared laughter, promises that couldn’t last. It’s incredibly poetic but painfully relatable, especially if you’ve ever gone through a breakup that left you with a sense of unfinished business.

I’d say Silent Roads is less about moving on and more about understanding that some love stays with you, no matter how far you go. It’s one of those albums where you don’t just listen; you feel it. Perfect for late nights when you just want to be alone with your thoughts.

only if you stayed

meka, the musical project of Melissa Lingo, blends introspective indie folk with intricate fingerpicking influenced by Nick Drake and Vashti Bunyan. A self-taught multi-instrumentalist, meka explores themes of grief, hope, and nature. Raised in a mountain town dedicated to astronomy, her music reflects a fascination with the cosmos and ecology, shaped by travel and solitude. Her songs turn life’s pain into ethereal beauty, like candlelight in dark corners.

Listen:
https://idol-io.ffm.to/temperance

Connect with meka https://www.instagram.com/singingblackhole/

meka - Temperance

The Night We Met

[I want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I'm just saying.
Yeah! Yeah!
I just keeping on praying.]

Oh! There are too few good people in this broken world.
Too few people left
.....to mend all the damage.
Too few left to prevent
the relentless march of
.....crime.
There is little time left
for the good to come good
.....anymore.
There is little time left
for the good to come good
.....anymore.

Some people
reach the point of
never being able to go back.
They lose track.
They lose track when they start
.....repeating old habits,
..........old ways-
ways of indulging old days.
LISTEN TO ME.
LISTEN TO ME.
Some people
reach the point of
never being able to go back.
They lose track.
They lose track when they start
.....repeating old habits,
..........old ways-
ways of indulging
.....in old days.
They bathe in sentiment.
They bathe in sentiment.

[Memories can be so cruel.
They keep fuelling wars.
Countries are like old whores.
Old whores brawling in the
.....street
all over them spoils of
.....dead meat.
We are all of us
.....dead meat walking.]

I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I still want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.
I want to do more than
.....survive.
I really want to love.
.....I really want to feel alive.

Just saying. Yeah!
Keeping on praying.
Yeah! Yeah!
Keeping on praying.

Listen

LISTEN

Behind Appearance

Written and produced by © Don Minolta // Minolta Records
Artist: Dylan Stiggler

Another day
and I’ll be fine
I’ll be leaving this behind
I can only stop and talk
For a moment

Remember when
We moved in
And we’d say
hey over the fence
And we would
take the time
To talk about
The song birds

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

We load the car 
In the garage
The room I used
To play guitar
Where we washed
Our dirty clothes
Was now as quiet
As a roach

We raise the door 
It slides along
The idle motor
Hums a song
As we reverse 
Into the world
It fades to nothing

Mister Sampson over there
How’s your garden?
How’s your hands?
How’s Betty Anne?
Man, old man
It’s good to know you

Mister Sampson you take care
As we drive by
But he’s not there
The road is old
the pavement’s cold
The panes are busted

The Night We Met

Michael Gerow

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