She asked me one night in a room half dark,
“How you still kind when the streets get hard?”
I looked at the moon through the screen frame,
and said, “You learn it slow, you learn it through pain.”
The stars didn’t answer, but the wind sure sighed,
like it knew the times I cried.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s been down on its knees.
Comes from knowing what cold feels like,
comes from walking without no light.
Kind ain’t easy, but it’s all I know —
that’s how even the softest seeds grow.

I’ve seen hard men spit and slam the door,
and sweet talk turn to a thunder roar.
But I found peace in a stranger’s eyes,
and I learned that hurt can civilize.
There’s a quiet strength in giving more,
when the life’s too broke to keep score.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s been cracked at the seams.
Comes from loss and comes from rain,
comes from fighting not to be the same.
Kind ain’t easy, but it’s what I choose —
it’s how I make my black to blues.

There’s dirt beneath these clean up hands,
I’ve dug my calm from bitter lands.
You don’t show soft from livin’ gone smooth,
you earn your grace with something to prove.
I don’t thank the ache, but I bless the day,
It taught me how to stay.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s healed from injury.
Comes from silence, comes from scars,
from headin’ home under no stars.
Kind ain’t easy, but I’ll stay true —
’cause the world gets mean, but I’ll shine through.

Kind Ain't Easy

my dear darlin

40 Years in Minutes in the House

A quiet morning, two mugs cooling on a scratched table. No words needed. Fingerpicked blues meets gospel harmony – warm, dry, and honest.

Two Cups of Blues




Titel: “Ridin’ Route 66”

(Soul-Blues Road Trip Song)

[Verse 1]
Top down, sun is high,
Highway’s hummin’, blue sky wide,
The wind’s my friend, it kisses my face,
I’m rollin’ free, in my favorite place.

Radio playin’ that old sweet tune,
My heart beats steady, in perfect groove,
Every mile feels like a dream come true,
Just me, my soul, and that endless view.

Ridin’ down Route 66,
Feelin’ the rhythm, life’s sweet mix,
I’m singin’ loud, don’t care who sees,
The wind and the road, they set me free.

[Verse 2]
Desert sky turns red and gold,
Stories whisper, roads unfold,
Every turn’s got a tale to tell,
I’m cruisin’ slow, I know it well.

Music flowin’ through my veins,
No more worries, no more chains,
I’m dancin’ with the passing miles,
Freedom tastes just like a smile.

Ridin’ down Route 66,
Feelin’ the rhythm, life’s sweet mix,
I’m singin’ loud, don’t care who sees,
The wind and the road, they set me free.

Ooh, the neon lights start to shine,
Old diners glow, feelin’ fine,
Every town, a piece of soul,
Every mile makes me whole.

Ridin’ down Route 66,
Feelin’ the groove, yeah, life just clicks,
I’m flyin’ high, no need for wings,
On this road, my spirit sings.

Yeah…
Just me, the wind,
and a song on the radio…
That’s my road trip,
my kind of freedom.

“Ridin’ Route 66” (Soul-Blues Road Trip Song)

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Broken glass  (Verre brisé)

UNDER THE ARMOUR

A slick, whispery 2-step bounce about someone who sees through all the walls, bravado, and performances. The singer acts cold, but this person reads their truth with ease. It’s playful but vulnerable, the kind of flirtation rooted in honesty. The song asks a quiet question: “Are you the one who sees the real me when the world only sees the mask?” It’s intimacy under the surface, connection beneath the armour.

UNDER THE ARMOUR

Sunday Duverreaux, former member of Oblige, steps into his own voice with a collection of warm, blues-jazz gospel standards that feel like conversations more than performances. Drawing from New Orleans heritage, street-preacher grit, late-night guitar rooms, and quiet moments of spiritual clarity, Sunday sings songs that are simple, honest, and deeply human.

The album moves from personal conviction (“I Still Believe in You”), to soulful comfort (“I Don’t Mind the Rain Tonight”), to generational heritage (“Bloodline”), to bold street-calling fire (“Crawdad Daddy”), and into the inner life of faith (“The Kingdom’s in You,” “Believe It First,” “Vain Imagination”).

At the heart of the record is Sunday’s signature tenderness — his ability to make big truths feel close, warm, and familiar.
The closing track, “Supper at the Open Door,” brings it home with a picture of Jesus entering the heart and sharing a simple meal — the perfect summary of Sunday’s sound: humble invitation, quiet peace, and deep, steady hope.

Please Hear Me, If You Can

(Verse 1)
Waking up watching the light catch your skin, realizing you gave your heart just to save the wreck I was in, I want to hold you tight enough to keep the world out, feel the rhythm of your body against mine without a shadow of a doubt, protecting your peace while you drift in deep sleep.

(Chorus)
I want to love you right like we did last night, feel that magic melt the ice we felt, no more masks or hidden doors, no secret lives walking across these floors, I’m standing by your side with nothing to hide, so you know it’s me and no one else.

(Verse 2)
I ain't a man of means but every beat of this heart is true, not a ghost in the wind anymore just the man who was lost until he found you, so stop crying baby and let me use these hands to wipe away the tears, look at me now because the one you were meant for is finally here.

(Bridge)
I want to know a life that isn't phony or fake, no more shattered hopes lying on the pavement, no more life they can take, with your hand in mine we can erase the time, go back to the moment we fell and rewrite the line.

(Chorus)
I want to love you right like we did last night, feel that magic melt the ice we felt, no more masks or hidden doors, no secret lives walking across these floors, I’m standing by your side with nothing to hide, so you know it’s me and no one else.

(Outro)
Just the truth, baby, just the truth, no more running, just me and you, yeah.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025

Kind Ain't Easy

Myk Eff Records