Golden Sunday

Through The Dark

2025 Before All This by winkandwoo and Billy Korg
Lyrics by winkandwoo
winkandwoo on soundcloud: @winkandwoo

Lyrics :-
I wonder what
I was doing
Not a lot
Before all this
I wonder what
Was my calling
Stuck in a rut
Before all this

And day by day
And year by year
It fades away
Becomes unclear

Is this the path I should be on
Now that I'm here

A midnight chancer
A moonlight dancer
A real champagner
An entertainer

Billy Korg / winkandwoo 2025

Before All This

I thought I would rework this a little as it still applies to the situation today
lyrics

lables are toxic
and they choke off our brains
instead of progress
all we get is cold rain

we all have problems we have to solve 
issues of life that impact us all

there's kids who are hungry
bridges that fall
people who hate for no reason at all
now we burn books
cause we're afraid of some words
we throw rocks at others before they are heard

this is a democrat
that's a republican
how can they be right when they are both so wrong

get away from lables
stop fencing our minds in
with stereotypes hyped by leaders who grin
they've duped us to think that we don't have the sense
to think for ourselves
so let's give common sense a chance

think for yourself
use your own ears and eyes
let your heart guide your hand
not the unfounded lies
that these leaders all tell
they don't care about you
they have something to sell
and that something is you

are you for sale#2

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Il Valzer del Lattaio

I ain't forgettin', I won't forget (Cover UK)

2025 Rising Sun Blues by Phazz and Billy Korg
Lyrics: Tradicional Louisiana Folk song 'The House Of The Rising Sun' from Anthology of Louisiana Literature. More info: https://peakd.com/hive-175836/@nupulse/rising-sun-blues-the-house-of-the-by-phazz-and-billy-korg-enes

LYRICS:

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh God, I’m one.

If I had only listened of what my mama said,
I’d be at home today.
But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord,
Let a gambler lead me astray.
 
Now, my mother is a tailor,
She sews those new blue jeans.
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he’s satisfied,
Lord, is when he’s on the drunk.
 
Somebody go get my baby sister;
Tell her not to do, not to do what I have done.
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun.
 
Well, I’m goin’ back to New Orleans;
My race is almost run.
Yes, I’m goin’ back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising sun.

Rising Sun Blues ft Phazz

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The shore I walk is made of sand
That slips away beneath my feet
Familiar paths on shifting land
Where cold and warm Atlantic currents meet
Your voice, a bell across the waves
I know the sound, but not the tune it saves

And I'm reaching through the haze
For a familiar door
I'm learning you again
As I have done before
In this fading light, hold on tight
I'm still your father, I'm still your son
Our tapestry's not quite undone

You show me photographs in gilded frames
And speak of days I cannot see
I feel the love, but not the names
Like a river flowing to a nameless sea
Your hand in mine, a steady grace
A lighthouse beam in this uncertain space

And I'm reaching through the haze
For a familiar door
I'm learning you again
As I have done before
In this fading light, hold on tight
I'm still your father, I'm still your son
Our tapestry's not quite undone

I see the patience in your eyes, the quiet, weary war
The constant, gentle realignment of what we're living for
You rebuild the bridge each morning, though you know it may not hold
A story that we have to write, not one that's simply told
This is not a farewell, it's a different way to love
A puzzle we are solving with the push and pull and shove.


The picture's soft... the edges blur...
But the canvas remains... a comforting stir...
In this fading light... we are enough...
I'm still your father...
I'm still your son...
...We are enough.

Fading Light

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