No breath, no bleed, no redemption, only need ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ wowowow super strong lyrics and love the vocals and harmonies

Wonderful song beautiful vocals🔥💥😍💥🔥

The Grimm Gospel

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written 18 years ago.... is what I'll say in ten years.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
-
and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
-
but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
-
it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

angel baby

Another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I lean on a tall oak, my cheek to her bark
And mourn my companion as the woodland grows dark

Oh, I miss my companion, always more, never less
As the years wrap around me, they embrace my distress
I return to you empty. Speak again what you teach
From the ages inside you round and as wide as my reach

Then the oak speaks for hours and her wisdom I heed
I hear in her silence all the solace I need
"Stay standing, she minds me, "let death do its worst
"Welcome each sunrise as if it's your first"

Yes, another November I stand with the trees
Their black branches robbed by a mean autumn breeze
I must leave you again now with tears on your bark
But I'll come back each autumn till my memory goes dark

© Copyright 2025 Peter Lloyd
Music with Suno AI

Companion

Cracks in the ground where the poppies grow,
Ash in the mouth where the sweet words go.

Built my house from broken bones,
Fed my fire with prayers and stones.
Took the strays the world threw out,
Taught ‘em hunger, taught ‘em doubt.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

Children come with hollow eyes,
Begging for the sweetest lies.
Better they fear my smoke and scar,
Than beg for crumbs from dying stars.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

I never asked for thanks or prayers,
I never wove them golden snares.
Only sharpened what they’d need —
A mouth for blood, a soul for seed.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

Better a bitter end than none...

Iron Teeth

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

When fear has its hold on you
You’ll feel it’s chill before the warmth
(Before the warmth you’ll feel the chill…)
But if you let it take hold
Hold you it will
For as long as you get comfort from its embrace
It will hold you close (hold yiu close)
And steal your will
Your will. (Your will)

Hold on
Hold on
Emergency crews reported on the scene
Repeat and repeat again
Until numbness takes control
Fly away. Let go. Never to return
To the you, you used to know

Repeat and repeat again
Until numbness takes control
Fly away. Let go. Never to return
(To the you, you used to know)

The stress kills
Calm down they say
But the pills they gave me
Take my confidence away
I want them to comfort me
And perhaps they do
But the numbness invades my every move

Hold on
Hold on
Emergency crews reported on the scene
Repeat and repeat again
Until numbness takes control
Fly away. Let go. Never to return
To the you, you used to know
When fear has its hold on you
You’ll feel it’s chill before the warmth
But if you let it take hold
Hold you it will
For as long as you get comfort from its embrace
It will hold you close
And steal your will
Steal your will
Your will
(Your will) 
(Steals you)
[fade out]

numb

I called your name,oh Lord,
    from deepest  of the pit.
 You heard my plea: “Do not close your ears
    to my cry for relief.”
 You came near when I called you,
    and you said, “Do not fear.”

 You, Lord, took up my case;
    you redeemed my life.
 Lord, you have seen the wrong done to me.
    Uphold my cause!
 You have seen the depth of their vengeance,
    all their plots against me.

 Lord, you have heard their insults,
    all their plots against me—
 what my enemies whisper and mutter
    against me all day long.
 Look at them! Sitting or standing,
    they mock me in their songs.

 Pay them back what they deserve, Lord,
    for what their hands have done.
 Put a veil over their hearts,
    and may your curse be on them!
 Pursue them in anger and destroy them
    from under the heavens of the Lord



Payback

I dropped them slow, like little lies
Each crumb a shape of home
But I could feel the sky lean in
The trees begin to moan
They watched us walk away too far
Too deep to change our minds
And when the birds began to stir
We left no trail behind

We left no trail behind
We left no trail behind
Oh, We left no trail behind

Feed the crows, feed the crows
They know the way you chose
They’ll eat the road, they’ll eat the light
And leave you with the bones

She held my hand like kindling
Like she knew the end was fire
We slept on roots, we spoke in twigs
And dreamed of bread and wire
But I saw feathers in the dusk
And hunger in the trees
The forest wasn’t keeping us
It taught the crows to feed

It taught the crows to feed
It taught the crows to feed
Oh, It taught the crows to feed
Feed the crows, feed the crows
They circle what you owe
They do not mourn, they do not wait
They take it nice and slow

So now I walk with black-winged ghosts
The path a line of smoke
My sister somewhere deeper still
The woods her wedding cloak
And me, I lay the final piece
Where no one dares to go
A final crumb, a quiet gift—
An altar for the crows

An altar for the crows
An altar for the crows
Oh, An altar for the crows

Feed The Crows

Death of a friend.  The lyrics have a deep emotional resonance, touching on themes of loss, regret, and the search for understanding after a friend takes his own life.

Gone

lyrics:
You said, "This isn't the right time,"
Like love has a schedule we forgot to find.
So I watched you walk away slow,
Like a sunset no one tells to go.

I kept my words behind my teeth,
But they echo in the quiet underneath.
You looked back once, but didn't wave—
Maybe you knew I'd wait anyway.

Maybe someday you'll knock on my door,
Say you've seen the world, but you miss me more.
Maybe someday when the skies align,
We'll find the right love at the right time.
But for now I'll stay
One thought away...
Maybe someday?

I still set the table like you're coming by,
Fold napkins like they matter, don't ask why.
Your song plays, and I don't skip,
It hurts, but I love the way it hits.

I write your name in empty space,
Inkless pens and coffee-stained grace.
I tell myself it's for the best—
But "moving on" just feels like rest.

Maybe someday I'll be just a name,
In a story you tell but don't feel the same.
Maybe someday we'll meet by chance,
And not need closure in a second glance.
But for now I'll stay
One breath away...
Maybe someday?

I'm not holding on...
Just leaving the light on.
In case the road you're on
Leads you home again.

Maybe someday, but not today,
You'll remember me in that kind of way.
Maybe someday we'll laugh and say,
"We just had to grow before we stayed."
But for now I'll stay
A prayer away...
Maybe someday?

(Maybe someday… or maybe never…
But I'll still remember forever.)

Maybe Someday

I saw you first beneath the tree,
Your eyes were coins, your tongue a spark
You said the path would make me king
If I just cut my name into the bark
So I did it — blade and breath and blood
And waited for the dawn to rise
But what arrived was you again
With teeth too white, and too human eyes

Cut deep, boy, deeper still
Where sap runs hot and time stands still
They’ll call you fox before they know
How far your claws are meant to go

You led me past the rusted gates
Where no one sings and crows don’t lie
I stole the bird, just like you asked
It screamed in tongues that cracked the sky
The feathers fused into my arms
My mouth forgot the prince it fed
I kissed a mirror once last night
It looked at me and howled instead

Run fast, boy, lose your skin
Let hunger teach you where to begin
They’ll call you thief, they’ll call you son
But you and I — we are the one

The king is gone. The throne is bone.
The castle caved in dust and stone
The road was never pointing back
And roots have made my name their own
You said I’d rule, and maybe I do—
In fur and ash, with breath like coal
I see your shadow when I sleep
And wake to find I have no soul
I kept your scent, it lingers still
Between my ribs, behind my will
No prayer unwinds what’s tied in bone
You taught me how to die alone

Cut deep, boy, deeper still
Where sap runs hot and time stands still
You wear the fur, you sing the tone
You speak the curse — you walk alone

Foxfather

Didn't Say It

There’s a coastline stitched in whisper-thread,
Where brackish reeds make up the dead.
The gulls all scream in cursive flight,
Their wings inscribe the failing light—
And silence nests where prayers once bled.

There’s a dock drowned under silt and bone,
A mastless ship that forever sails alone.
Its hull is lined with lovers' oaths,
Its anchor snagged in wedding clothes—
No compass left to point or guide you home.

The tide forgets your name,
The wind erases maps.
We rose once, high and wild—
Now drift where time collapse.
The stars have turned their backs,
The lanterns lost their flame.
Come and see. Come and see.
No one ever leaves the same.

In lowland hollows, warm and deep,
A cradle rocks a child to sleep.
The mother’s teeth are sharp as grief,
She sings beneath the coral reef—
Her lullaby a vow to keep.

I wandered past the old salt mill,
And met a girl so strange and still.
She wore no name, just storm for eyes—
I spoke of gold, she spoke of lies.
She said, “You’ll never leave this hill.”

No silver coins, no bloodied blade,
Could part the night from what it made.
I kissed her once and felt the sea
Pour down my throat, unceasingly.
She sang, “You’re here with me, with me...”
I said, Come with me, Come and see

Lay dimes upon the drowned,
A toll to pass the shoal.
No bell will chime for you—
No ledger names your soul.
Forget your father's voice son,
He never made you tough.
Forget your mother’s hymn boy.
She never showed you love.
Go to sleep now, little bastard.
You won’t feel the sinking.
You won’t fight the drowning.
You won’t fight the drowning.

The Bone Jar Hymn

When God shrugs...... (1).wav

[Verse]
Le destin joue ses mauvais tours
Nous nous aimions plus chaque jour
Lentement j'ai compris la suite
Quand tu as dit que tu étais mon amie

[Verse]
Et pourtant tout était si beau
Quand nous nous aimions sous le ciel chaud
Ce n'était pas juste un été
Je voulais t'épouser

[Chorus]
J'ai prié chaque soir que ce soit vrai
Je priais pour que tu ressentes ce que je ressens
J'ai pleuré la première fois que tu as dit
"Je t'aime"

[Verse]
Mais c'était avant que tu me laisses
Avant que je perde ma tendresse
Avant que je me réveille un matin
Pour apprendre que tu es avec lui

[Chorus]
Je priais chaque soir que ce soit vrai
Je priais pour que tu ressentes ce que je ressens
J'ai pleuré la première fois que tu as dit
"Je t'aime"

[Bridge]
Et maintenant je suis encore amoureux
Je ne peux pas te dire
J'ai tellement peur que ce soit mon erreur
De te vouloir toujours

J'ai pleuré la première fois -Jef Bourgeau

Tech enthusiast. Lifelong songwriter. I use AI to make music.

Band Lineup:
The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
Winter Kites - Electro-Indie, Synth, Down Tempo
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country

I’ve been writing and performing music since my younger days, though life took me on a 20-year journey through the tech world. Songwriting has always been my passion—a way to capture emotions, stories, and moments. Now, with the help of AI, I’m turning my lyrics into the music I love to listen to. 

Don't like AI music? That's all good, I am not trying to make money or take the shine from awesome live artists, I just like to write the stories I like to hear.

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