We wore the nettle shirts
They burned into our skin
No stars above the forest
Just feathers soaked in sin
She tried to call us backwards
With thread and silent prayer
But we were never waiting
We never asked to care

Six ravens
Black as bone—
We fly slow.
We don’t go home.
Six voices—
One vow to keep.
No forgiveness.
No sleep.

The youngest broke his wing
To save a dying doe
The eldest cracked his beak
To speak what none could know
But kindness made us brittle
And freedom wore too thin
We kept the wings she hated
We chose the fire within

Six shadows
On burning stone—
We see all.
We fly alone.
Six feathers—
Ink and flame.
No forgiveness.
Only name.

She gave us thread and hope
We gave her back a storm
Her prayers were never truth
Just masks she tried to warm
We are what she created
No spell can pull us down
We fly with dusk in mouth
We wear her like a crown

She lit the sky with smoke
To end the curse she gave
But we were past redemption
Too far for her to save
No thread could catch our shape
No name could draw us home
We hunt without a master
Our hearts are black as bone

Six echoes
From broken skies—
We strike slow.
We close our eyes.
Six brothers—
No breath, no bleed.
No redemption.
Only need.

Six Ravens

one mistake

This is a song about Julie, and her journey to California. Told thru the eyes of a woman at the piano, with her husband in the wings, watching her sing and play for a theater full of people. 
The Piano rises and falls with the ups and downs of story. Looking back at history of the family, and where we end up is not always where we start. Happiness is out there. Go and Grab it.

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Her Story Told

What Happened Whit Us

Nog ’n kalender word op die hoop gegooi,
Tyd draai sy arm asof dit waai en nooi.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Vergete skadu’s val nou teen die muur,
Faal figure, strek by elke uur.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Onthou jy nog die dae
Ek en jy was altyd saam,
Maar die afgelope jare
Kom ek nie meer aan jou naam.

Die son verduister, verdwyn tot ’n donker nag,
Stilte fluister, soos ’n laksman wat vir jou wag.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Ver oor verlore paaie dwaal ek en jy saam,
Hand in hand, my sielsgenoot, maar ek ken nog nie jou naam.
Sirkels in die gedagtegang verlei my na die boos,
Van kinderjare en grootmensgoed, van passie en van troos.

Kalender

Mr. Bitterman

all of ROADS GOES EVER EVER ON song in one place.

ROADS GOES EVER EVER ON - collection

ROADS GOES EVER EVER ON - Acoustic v2

FEEL LIKE SOMEONE AGAIN

“You Tried to Fix Me” is my response to Coldplay’s Fix You.
That song is beautiful—but I always felt like healing isn’t about someone saving you.
Sometimes, it’s about being seen without being solved.

This isn’t a song about blame. It’s about what happens when love comes with good intentions,
but not enough listening.
Not everyone needs to be rescued.
Some of us just need space to bloom—softly, quietly, and on our own terms.

I wasn’t broken.
Just buried.
Now blooming in the darkness.

You Tried to Fix Me

Pictures in the Hall

Verse 1

So much I couldn’t explain
in just one day
will you stay?

It’s hard for me to say
am I too late
or did you fade?

⸻

Bridge

Lost without you, what went wrong?
Chased your shadow, now you’re gone
I can’t find where I belong

⸻

Chorus

I’m losing my mind
can you hear me? It doesn’t feel right
I’m exploding inside
left with all the love you denied

⸻

Verse 2

I’m here with myself again
fighting the pain
driving me insane

A storm inside my brain
I need escape
is that too late?


Lost


I started in 1984 with a SL1200 and learned to scratch. In 1994 I did my first gig as a dj. I was nervous, but when I hit that play button on the Denon 2000, it was pure joy. I had learned how to beatmix with my SL1200, so I guess in the back of my mind it was easy for me. That night just went on and on, and when the club closed the owner asked me: "How did you get this gig?" I said the Dj that was suppose to play was sick, and he asked me to play. The owner looked at me and said: "Good! Tell him not to come back! You're hired" ......Woooow, I had goosebumps, and even tho the clock was 4 am I didn't feel tired! I just felt pure happiness and was so filled up with adrenaline! had to drive 70 km to get home, and I remember i sat and sang the whole ride home. 2012 I had to quit, due to family. But this year, 2024, I got the feelings back for the music! I have alot of lyrics I have written, some from 1998 and it's alot private emotions and personal feelings. Im struggling with mental illness, but I noticed that music had a huge effect on my health and I started to let the music speak for itself. I'm independent, so I do covers and some of my own material.

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What Happened Whit Us

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