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Lupe Fiasco - Old School Love ft. Ed Sheeran

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Speck of gold

Claude Challe Buddha Bar II Di - Desire- Deepak Chopra

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Speed Of Plight

Royal Southern Brotherhood - Takes A Village

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J Cole - Love Yourz (2014 Forest Hill Drive)

Dont Speak - No Doubt (Sarah Menescal)

He said, “Son, Don’t ask and I won’t lie,”
Tossed the keys to the ‘95
Momma’s rosary swung from the dash
Whole life packed in a Walmart sack

We passed the last barn before the border
With names we don’t use anymore
He drove like he was beatin' some order
That hadn’t knocked yet on our door
And me, I was twelve and full of thunder
Now I’m just a man who wonders

Gas station coffee at 3:13
He watched the road like it meant something
He said “There’s lines you cross with a shovel or flame,
But a boy like you don’t play that game.

We passed the last barn before the border
Where the silo leans like it heard too much
He never spoke of what came before her
Just lit a smoke with a farmer’s touch
And me, I held the silence like a shield
Dreamin’ of fences in open fields

We stopped where the river thinned to bone
He said, “Son, this is where you make your own”
I walked ten paces, turned around
But he was gone like the sound
And I still recall his trembling voice
Like a treasure buried but never found.

Last barn before the border’s still standin’
With initials carved in the weathered beams
I come back each year just for the landin’
Of a truth I still only see in dreams
And me, I’m half ghost, half his spit
Drivin’ roads I don't think he ever quit

And the preacher on the radio says, “Let it go”
But that’s not something country boys know...
Oh, it's not something country boys know.

Last Barn Before The Border

Haven't you wondered—
What I might’ve been?
All those starts I never tried
Haven't you noticed—
I name every dream
Just to keep me from choosing sides?

I could feel it coming—
Then left it to break
I never made the call—
Got bent out of shape
All that hope was heavy
Oh, the climb seemed too tall
So I let it slide to start something small

Always almost
Never enough
Every door just out of touch
Always almost
Woke too late
Wrote the end
Before the first page

I believed in waiting
Like it kept me safe
Like delay could be control
Told myself it’s wiser
Not to want too much
Not to try what I could hold

You were looking forward
I was looking down
To the cracks at my feet
To the cracks all around
You said “build or break it”
But I chose to drift
Kept my feet on the ground

Always almost
Out of step
Every truth I half-forget
Always almost
Still I stay
Let the fear
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away
Keep love away

Maybe this time
I could be more
But knowing me
I won’t reach for the door
Maybe this time
I could go far
But I know me
I won’t make the start

Always almost
Never wide
Every path I left outside
Always almost
Still I lie
Telling stories
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try
I won’t try

Always Almost

I sang in the choir
Before the silence
Before wings caught fire in the open sky
Before wings caught fire in the open sky
I sang in the choir

They said it was pride—but I recall doubt
A question pressed in gold-lined mouths
I didn’t scream on the way down
Just bit my tongue and fell

I’ve dragged my breath through collapsing temples,
Spoke in tones that unsettled angels.
Crushed my chest in a vow too violent,
Woke in a tomb that mistook me silent.

Bit through faith with a tongue like thunder,
Coughed up blood from the spell I’m under.
Wings broke down in a failed redemption,
Still heard the hymn with a warlike tension.

Branded truth in the scars I carry,
Scripture burned where the lines were buried.
Built belief from a grim obsession,
Still wear the weight like a cruel possession.

Swallowed flame till my nerves were screaming,
Dreamed in pits where the stars stop gleaming.
Don’t preach law in your bright regalia—
I held the line through the whole damn failure.

I was an angel too
You forget the fall was shared
Feathers in the soot, bruised blue
You forget—I still cared

Coughing up blood in a sky of glass
Throat full of nails, stepping on stones
The Watchers wept, and Enoch wrote—
But not all books deserve to last

Who defines the fallen line?
Who replays the war in time?
Who reclaims the shattered sign?
Who remakes the first design?

I was an angel too—don’t rewrite the fall
I stood in the fire, I still heard the call
Not every wound you hide was earned
Not every bridge I crossed was burned

I was an angel too—torn from the choir
Struck down, not struck out, baptized in fire
You built your throne from shattered light
But I still dream in black and white

Oh, I saw the stars before they formed
I knew the hymn before it swarmed
And still I burn beneath your crown
And still I fall without a sound
And still I fall without a sound
And still I fall without a sound

I was an angel too
But not the kind you knew
Not all light leads back to you
Not all light leads back to you

I was an angel too
And I remember grace

I Was An Angel Too

It rolls in quiet like a hungover prayer
Shakes the screen door, lifts the porch chair
You weren’t on my mind ‘til the still went strange
But I knew that sound, and I knew that name

You come like smoke through a slivered crack
Whiskey words and a coat half-black
Say you’re just passing through for the night
But I still hide the good knives out of sight

Bad wind, blowin’ where you please
Takes the roof, takes the trees
You don’t knock, you don’t stay
You just howl what you don’t say
Bad wind, I know your kind
Always leave more gone than you find

Yeah, I still feel

You kissed like guilt with a Sunday face
Told me losing you was some kind of grace
But I kept that picture in the bathroom drawer
‘Cause you only leave when I start to restore

Some call it weakness, some call it fate
But I just call it late
You don’t kick the storm when it’s halfway in
You board the windows and you let it spin

I’ve laid out the cups, I’ve cleared the floor
I’ve seen this devil, wore this war
I pray for mercy I don’t believe
Then I bless your boots when you finally leave

You don’t ask why when you know it’s wrong
You just hold your breath and hope it’s gone
And I’d take you in if you knocked again
‘Cause I don’t outgrow the bad wind

Bad wind, blowin’ where you please
Takes the roof, takes the trees
You don’t knock, you don’t stay
You just howl what you don’t say
Bad wind, I know your kind
Always leave more gone than you find

And when the morning smells like copper and rain
I sweep the glass, and I don’t complain

Bad Wind

For my dad who passed away in 2013.

-

You tied your shoes without a word
And now I do the same
You cut your toast in crooked thirds
I caught myself today

You weren’t a man of folded arms
But still, you stayed closed in
You never prayed out loud at night
But always faced the wind

You’re not gone, just underneath
The way I breathe, the way I leave
Still in my hands, still in my stance
Inheritance is not by chance
You’re not gone, you rearranged
The blood still moves, the shape still changed
And I don’t speak you out of fear—
You’re just not far from here

I see you walking past the glass
Each time I check my face
Not in shadow, not in frame
But tucked inside the space

I fix the hinge like you would’ve done
One screw short, still holds the run
I hum a tune I don’t recall
But I know you sang it, low and small

I laugh too low
I sleep too light
I say too little
I hold too tight
I never ask
I always try
You built me that way
Then said goodbye

You’re not gone, just underneath
The way I breathe, the way I leave
Still in my hands, still in my stance
Inheritance is not by chance
You’re not gone, you rearranged
The blood still moves, the shape has changed
And I don’t speak you out of fear—
You’re just not far from here

Oh, You’re just not far from here


Inheritance

Changes

Gardaland slaughter house

I held your fear like it was mine...
I held your fear like it was mine...
A paper tiger..
I held your fear like it was mine...

I held your fear like it was mine
Tried to be the warning sign
You saw a wolf—I knew the lie
A paper beast dressed up to bite

You spoke my worth in quiet tones
Built me up with brittle bones
And I roared like I was made of steel
But nothing I said ever felt real

I thought I scared the dark away
Thought I was the storm you'd never tame
But I was paper in the rain
Folded sharp, then torn again
Not your armor
Just your shadow
Not the threat—just what you’d outgrow

I held your fear like it was mine..
I held your fear like it was mine..

You stayed calm when I cracked loud
Never blinked beneath the shroud
And when I tried to rage, to shake the air
You held your breath like I wasn’t there

Now I see it all laid bare
Your steady hand, my hollow glare
I was loud, I was afraid
You were brave enough to stay

I gave you show..
I gave you show..

I thought I scared the dark away
Thought I was the storm you'd never tame
But I was paper in the rain
A warning sign you learned to name
Not your armor
Just your shadow
Not the fire—just what you’d outgrow

You needed strength
I gave you show
A paper tiger
You let go

Paper Tiger

I’m not soft—
I just bruise where you can’t see.
I’ve been loud—
But I’ve learned how to bleed discreetly.

You broke me right, not in half
But in corners where I don’t react
Left a note in my own voice
Said “don’t come back, you made your choice”

You talked in code, I spoke in fists
We kissed like threats, we lived like risks
I set my shame in shadowed glass
Now I drink from it like it’s the past

This is power in disguise
Cracked but sharpened, hollow-wise
You think I’m soft enough to fold?
Watch me harden just to hold—

I’m soft—but hard enough to hurt
Gentle hands with a violent verse
I don’t break, I transform
I’m the bruise you couldn’t warn
You said “get strong or disappear”
So I became your quiet fear
I’m soft—
But hard enough to hurt.

You wore your hate in leather lines
I learned to love the slow decline
You called me fragile like it’s weak
I showed you silence you can’t speak

You vanished, babe, I stayed in fog
I stitched my grief into this song
You scream in ways that don’t need sound
I take the damage underground

This is power in disguise
Cracked but sharpened, hollow-wise
You think I’m soft enough to fold?
Watch me harden just to hold—

I’m soft—but hard enough to hurt
Steel that sings inside the dirt
I don’t threaten, I don’t warn
I just become the quiet storm
You said “get strong or disappear”
So I became your quiet fear
I’m soft—
But hard enough to hurt.

I bend like smoke, crack like bone
But only when I am alone
And when you asked me just what broke?
I said—
nothing. I’ve just grown.

I’m soft—but hard enough to hurt
Scarred in ways I can’t revert
I don’t bleed, I distort
I’m the wound that sings in court
You said “get strong or disappear”
So I became your quiet fear
I’m soft—
But hard enough to hurt.

I’m soft...
But hard enough—

Hard Enough To Hurt

Number15

The darkness creeps in slowly,  
and seeps through the windows coldly.  
I toss another log into the fire’s call.  
The table and the dresser,  
All the things we used to treasure,  
Fade to fleeting shadows on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
With organ chords now playing,  
The prelude to decaying—  
It’s fine, love’s a fire after all.  
From courtship’s sweet illusion  
To courtroom-like conclusions,  
Love becomes a shadow on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
Draped in black or dressed in white,  
Through the convoy or the night,  
We wonder how much longer this will all endure.  
Living reckless, upside down,  
Till the casket comes around—  
Life itself is just a shadow on the wall.  
 
The darkness creeps in slowly,  
Seeping through the windows coldly.  
I toss another coal into the fire’s call.  
My hands and feet surrender,  
To maps they once remembered—  
Tracing fleeting shadows on the wall.  
The world itself’s a shadow on the wall,  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  

The Wreckers

True story: I socialized with a guy in the late 90s who had been in a mid tier rock band (redacted) in the late 70s/early 80s. After the fame, there wasn't any money, and he had a regular everyman job like me. He had great stories, though...
A slow burner blues with a smooth groove.
From the album: "Curiosities Of Outsider Art" (Sept 2025)

Lyrics:
I just hate that celebrity bullshit
I can smell it
From a million miles away
That's what he'd say
Right there, at the bar
Having a drink
Or 2
Or 10

A broken-down singer
With too many dreams
A broken-down singer
With too many screams
Up over
A heavy metal (huh!)
Double kick drum
He says: I've been on tour all over the world
I've  been to a lot of places
And I just love every place that I'm from
But, I could use 
A billion dollar blues
Billion dollar blues
A billion dollar blues...

I was restless
And I had stars in my eyes
Dreaming about the magazine covers
And the limousine rides
Having those women at my will
Taking all the cash out of the till
Some nights I  just stay up late
Thinking about it. 
Thinking about what could have been

And......
Then I walk in ...
To a room full of bitter Muses
With bad attitudes
And  short fuses
I could use
A billion dollar blues
Billion dollar blues...

Billion Dollar Blues

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

They say the river’s mouth will swallow bone
And the saints have pawned their grace
The prayers in the dust are left to rust
So if the hours strip the light from home
Day in, day out
We’ll carve our names in sacred thrones

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
I can hardly look

You pulled me out from the wreckage burning
I want to lie in your fire ’til the earth stops turning
On the blade of your breath, drinking deep of your death
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
Something pulled out from the wreckage burning
You’ve got me kneeling, got me hungering, yearning
Break me down with your hands, oh love, I’ll go where you stand
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love

Is our love too late?
At the mouth of Hades’ gate
Oh, my soul, I give you—
Take my pulse and change its fate
At your altar, I will wait
You’re the hammer, I’m the slate

Oh, oh 
Oh, oh 

You pulled me out from the wreckage burning
I want to lie in your fire ’til the earth stops turning
On the blade of your breath, drinking deep of your death
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
Something pulled out from the wreckage burning
You’ve got me kneeling, got me hungering, yearning
Break me down with your hands, oh love, I’ll go where you stand
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love

Something so dangerous, holy and ravenous
Whenever you’re near enough, oh my
The world was in shades of bone 'til your shadow was thrown
I thought you had to drown to find

Oh, oh 
Oh, oh 

You pulled me out from the wreckage burning
I want to lie in your fire ’til the earth stops turning
On the blade of your breath, drinking deep of your death
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
Something pulled out from the wreckage burning
You’ve got me kneeling, got me hungering, yearning
Break me down with your hands, oh love, I’ll go where you stand
Even the heavens above can’t bear the truth of our love
 
Oh, oh my
Oh, oh my

Oh, oh 
Oh, oh 


Wreckage

Not for Long (feat. Trey Songz)

Walk Me Into The Fire

Stytz Syndicate    Album  "Best Before"
Music :    Stytz
Lyrics :    Pee Gee / Harriman
Producer:  Josef Piek (Purple Schulz)

This was one of the songs Stytz Syndicate performed in Stuttgart opening for Willy De Ville ´s  "Southern Comfort Tour", when Willy joined the band on stage and sang together with Hubert Stytz. Great memories !


Don´t Keep Me Waiting

My life is so empty without you
After all the years we´ve been through
Long ago when we first met
You caught me in your net
Do it again!

My body yearns with desire
My bleeding heart burns like fire
The moment you made eyes at me
You blew my mind entirely
Do it again... Don´t play for time
I´ll be there if you change your mind

Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting
Sorry if I´ve done you wrong
Baby, Baby... Don´t Keep Me Waiting
My love is still so strong

My nights are long and lonely
I´m waiting for my one and only
I´m in need of your kiss
And I´m dying for your caress
Do it again..throw me a line
I´ll be there if you change your mind

Baby, Baby... Don´t Keep Me Waiting
Sorry if I´ve done you wrong
Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting
My love is still so strong

Baby, Baby...Don´t Keep Me Waiting..........................

Don't Keep Me Waiting

Bay Fog Rising

It’s two in the morning, the sirens blare slow,
The avenue shivers in blue and red glow.
Your name comes in crackles like some AM band—
A prayer half-erased by a tremoring hand.

They said you grew feathers, or maybe just fled—
The house in Montclair with the books by the bed.
I still have your postcards, the margins all burned,
That poem you scratched where the page wouldn't turn.

Oh, the silver thread you pulled through the storm,
Tied to my finger to keep myself warm.
And Mary — yes, she’s here — she still waits by the door,
She's always right there and ready for more.

Do you still wear that coat — the one stitched with stars?
The collar all frayed from the backseat of cars.
It smelled like wet cedar and missed subway stops,
You’d vanish for months with your key to the shop.

I dreamt you last night in your Lutheran coat,
You said, “Don’t forgive me, just finish the note.”
And I did, though it bled through the back of the page—
The ink like a memory you couldn’t quite cage.

Oh, the silver thread you wove through your flight,
Lit up like tinsel and burned into night.
And Mary — she still sings in the kitchen at dawn,
But her voice, it has shadows where yours would belong.

Well, what can I tell you, my ghost from the floor?
You left in a hurry, but you haunt even more.
I saw your reflection in windows half-shut,
And the mail you addressed me still smells of burnt 

Oh, the silver thread, it frays where it ends,
But I still wear the knot where your silence extends.
And Mary — she forgives you, and where you have been,
And I… I remember you more than you mean.

Wicker Street

In Between

Bottle Up My Blues

Lyrics By: Graciana and Paulo Sergio Carvalho

Woke up early, hit the ground,
No more running, no more doubt.
Looking in the mirror, all I see,
Is a man still chasing who I used to be.

I let you down, I lost my way,
But I hear your voice like yesterday.
Saying, "You can be so much more,"
Now I'm fighting to be the man you swore...

I’m working every day, standing tall,
Righting my wrongs, breaking the fall.
If you still believe, if you still see,
I’ll be the man you always saw in me.

Years have passed, but I still know,
The way you laughed, the way you'd glow.
I was blind, I let you slip,
Now I’m climbing back, brick by brick.

I let you down, I lost my way,
But I hear your voice like yesterday.
Saying, "You can be so much more,"
Now I'm fighting to be the man you swore...

I’m working every day, standing tall,
Righting my wrongs, breaking the fall.
If you still believe, if you still see,
I’ll be the man you always saw in me.

I know I can’t erase the past,
But I swear this time I’ll make it last.
No empty words, no wasted time,
Just one more chance to make you mine.

So here I stand, my heart laid bare,
If you call my name, I’ll be there.
No more regrets, no make-believe,
Just the man you always saw in me.

I let you down, I lost my way,
But I hear your voice like yesterday.
Saying, "You can be so much more,"
Now I'm fighting to be the man you swore...

I’m working every day, standing tall,
Righting my wrongs, breaking the fall.
If you still believe, if you still see,
I’ll be the man you always saw in me.

The Man I Am

Lost on a Lonely Road

“Walk In The Park” by Northern Sky is about those simple, golden moments that feel like they could last forever. It’s a song for lazy Saturday afternoons, wandering with someone you love, talking about everything and nothing. Warm sunlight, soft melodies, and that feeling of getting a little lost together — until the stars come out.

Walk In The Park

Babalasi

05 Love Child

Comfort Ain't The Cure

Three AM, I’m talking to the ceiling
You left your perfume all over my feelings

Oh, I know, I know (I know)
This ain’t the way to cope
But I pour, I pour (I pour)
Till I can’t taste the smoke

We all have our prices
These tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every habit that I chase down
Tastes like your goodbye now
I’m addicted to the fallout

Red wine confessions
Cheap motel rooms
Bad decisions dressed up
Looking just like you
Looking just like you
(Mmm, just like you)

Tell me when does it end
This cycle of pretend
That I’m getting better
When I’m just getting by
Oh, I can’t lie.

Left to our own devices
And tiny little vices

My vices wear your face now
Every shadow that I chase down
Burning like July now
I’m the sinner, you’re the vow
That I break, I break, I break
Can’t quit you if I try
Can’t quit you if I

Three AM, I’m done talking to the ceiling
Guess I’ll keep your perfume and spare my feelings
(Spare my feelings)

Vices

OSCAR BENTON - BENSONHURST BLUES

Cover of Higher Love by Steve Winwood, recorded live for "Silver Lining' Charity album, recorded by students at the Sound Training College in Dublin. http://www.facebook.com/soundtrainingrecords

Early In The Morning

Higher Love

Buy on iTunes

Bad Blood

Oblivion

Released in 2017 on Ruf Records, Neckbone Stew is the latest twist in a fascinating life story.
“For me,” he says, “it sits on top. The latest is always the greatest. I was in the mood, like John L. Hooker said.”
If Neck Bone Stew brings together a variety of genres, then it also unites a dream-team of musicians who helped these 13 songs soar. Led by the multi-instrumental talents of Wilson himself on vocals, guitar and percussion, long-standing Trio members Cesare Nolli (guitar) and Paolo Legramandi (bass) brought fire and flair to sessions at Italy’s Fire Place Room. “These guys are just incredible musicians and great to work with,” reflects the bandleader. “I have some special guests, too. The phenomenal Ruthie Foster. Mr. Staffan Astner. One of my blues heroes, the great Eric Bibb. And this CD is produced by the Goosebumps Brothers. As for the songs, they run the gamut. There’s the rolling acoustic blues of Cross Creek Road. The exuberant brass lines, wah guitar and bad-luck lyric of 7 Years. The melancholy clipped chords of Damn If I Do, with its depiction of a lover brought his knees (“You got your hooks so deep in my heart/You got me crawlin’, but still you won’t stop”).
The album’s musical variety, meanwhile, is exemplified by the magical moment when the title track switches from an aching slide-blues into a reggae strut, with lyrics describing a lover who “got them big old hips, look just like two battleships”. Wilson is equally adept on the sun kissed balladry of I Just Need A Smile, which pairs lush chords with a lyric that implores us to ditch our gadgets and reengage with our humanity. “It’s all about life,” decides the bandleader of the album’s subject matter. “But there are two things you need in a good blues CD – a woman and some food.”

Neckbone Stew

Tom Cat

Crosscreek Road

04 Dido - Life For Rent

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Happier (ft. Bastille)

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DRAGON BALL SUPER ENDING 10 70CM SQUARE WINDOW [ENGLISH AND JAPANESE COVER]

The American South casts a powerful spell. The sons and daughters of those deep states might stray from their hometowns, make their fortunes and families overseas. But wherever they roam, the South is there under their skin – and one day it will call them home. So it was with Deep In My Soul: the album that lured Big Daddy Wilson from his base in Europe back to the US motherland. “It was like a homecoming,” he says. “To take it back home like this, back to my roots, was very sweet and special.” 
Released in 2019 on Ruf Records, Deep In My Soul marks a triumphant US return for the North Carolina-born bluesman, who made his name on the European scene with acclaimed albums like Love Is The Key (2009) Thumb A Ride (2011), I’m Your Man (2013), Time (2015) and 2017’s Neck Bone Stew. The seeds of this new album were sown in May 2018, when Wilson travelled to Memphis, Tennessee, for preproduction alongside respected guitarist Laura Chavez and rock-steady bassist Dave Smith. And all the pieces fell into place when the bandleader started work with Grammy-winning producer Jim Gaines at his Bessie Blue Studios in Stantonville.
Completing the album at the iconic FAME Studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama, Wilson was aware of walking in the footsteps of the greats. But even in a recording facility that once hosted titans from Etta James to Duane Allman, these new songs measured up. There’s the brassy soul of I Know. The heartfelt ripple of Mississippi Me. Wilson takes us from the rubberband funk of Tripping On You and the reggae-flavoured I Got Plenty to the funky wah-driven Voodoo and the slow-burn atmosphere of Crazy World. “Normally, I go with the acoustic vibe,” he explains. “But I was shooting for a soulful, more electric vibe with a band on this one.” 
As for Wilson’s lyrics, Deep In My Soul addresses love in all its forms: “Voodoo is about a holy man who don't believe in voodoo, but this woman got some type of hold of him that he can't break free from. Hold On To Our Love is about a mixed couple trying to hold on to the love of their life despite the pressure from this world. I Know is when you found the love of your life, everything inside of you tells you that, no doubt about it. So you see – it’s all about love. It’s always about love.” 
Some things change. Others stay the same. And with Deep In My Soul, Big Daddy Wilson’s music and career come full-circle in style. “I see it as a journey,” he says of his incredible backstory. “It’s the journey of a man who found himself deep in this beautiful music called the blues and finally, after 25 years, made it back home…

Deep In My Soul

I Know

Foolin Me

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