Wild and Hunted Things

In My Darkest Hour

When the Quiet Comes

Dust and Bone

My New Album Delta Dusk & Soul will be releases on a streaming platforms November 6th. This is a sneak preview for SoundCloud only. Let me know what is your most memorable song!

Chasin’ Nothin‘

Beautiful hard rock blues. Dedicade to Mazzocchi Alvaro.

STAY WITH ME

Answer the Tones

The Y sessions - Charon

Lyrics:
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One

Where stone once kissed the water—once sea, now silent glass,
Four young men stood; three held No One fast.
A slow red weight along the edge, a burden built to last;
We watched in hush—what slips away is past.

The circles widen outward; time keeps no one small.
He drifted where the ground turns hard—we stayed human through it all.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
No One… No One slid where we stayed—almost away.
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One

The mother bore a torch—a small, aching flame;
The father pled the stars with open, empty hand.
Good, honest hearts—they gave the same,
But only No One knows that hidden land.

The mist called from the farther bank; his chains untied, declined.
He walked ahead and taught the blank to breathe a living line.
A man of wind and thread, turned crown and steel aside—
He made a world from nothing—too bright, too wide.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
Almost away—
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One
mist along the line;
He went before us, left his chains behind.
He went before us, left his chains behind.

Mist Along the Line

Cloud-gap, moon-cracked sky.
Neon splits colors through rain.
Drunk monk builds his altar
from parts of a busted crane.
Chrome-jaw saints
blink blue in a strobe.
The preacher’s tongue
a copper load.

He wipes motor oil from his palms,
dips two fingers into faith.
Anoints his head with axle grease—
(a-men) —
then sees what he made.

Machine don’t sleep,
it whispers his name.
Choir of wires —
a gospel proclaimed.
He shouts the Word,
feedback loops out pain.
Scrapyard dream machine,
got God on the brain.

Streetlight eyes shine
on wet concrete.
He downloads forgiveness,
hands out code to meat.
Girl in glass heels
juggles coins for sin.
Her eyes say (hallelujah) —
then she begs again.

He swaps her pulse for a prayer,
battery sparks on skin.
Signal cuts the noise —
(static) —
skulls light up from within.

Machine don’t sleep,
it whispers his name.
Choir of wires —
gospel unchained.
He shouts the Word,
feedback loops out pain.
Back alley dream machine,
got God on the brain.

Circuits twitch, old sins unstained.
Crosses spot-welded to rust and chain.
He cranks the dial on the choir —
crowd repeats the refrain.

He spits chants in the mic.
Echo screams, squeals, bleeds.
Bouncing off the walls,
makes a cave from their needs.
Machine, priest, congregation —
shadows dance in the steam.

God Machine (B-Side)

Ain’t no Xmas to me

rnb, thai rnb, emotional, sad rnb, chill vibes, room39, thai pop, soft vocal, heartbreak, midnight vibes, moody, acoustic rnb, deep feelingsi

God Machine (B-Side)

Myk Eff Records