The Weeping King

Husk

Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics, and Bass by Robert Grigg
Drums By 
https://www.youtube.com/@fourfortyfouronthefloor23

A World We Share

Christ Hotline- Bigfoot and Seez EP.

Beneath The Briar 

Oh my love

In the orchard where the wind cuts low,
I carved your name in the apple’s glow.
The roots drank deep where secrets fell,
Our hearts a hymn, our mouths a spell.

The crows were watching from the broken bough,
Their wings stitched dark across the dusk-bound vows.
Your touch, a river where I’d sink and swim,
Your voice, a chapel where the light grew dim.

Oh, I’ve known the taste of sin and stone,
But your hands made a sinner feel at home.

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

I laid my faith where the briars grew,
With bruises borne of loving you.
The rain was soft, but it struck like blame,
Baptized in fire and whispered names.

The orchard wept when the morning came,
Your scent still hanging like the quiet shame.
And if heaven wept for what we’d done,
Hell kept warm in the touch of the sun.

Oh, I’ve felt the grace of dirt and bone,
But your kiss turned a graveyard into home.

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

I’d drink the cup, I’d break the bread,
I’d take the thorn, though it bled.
I’d light the match, I’d strike the spark,
I’d burn with you in the orchard dark.

Let the sinners sing...
Beneath the briar...

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

In the orchard where the wind cuts low,
The roots still drink, and the apples glow.
If love’s a sin, then let it remain—
I’ll carve your name again, again.

Let the sinners sing beneath the briar,
Set the altar flames, a holy pyre.
Loving you’s a blessing, a sin,
Damn me, I’d do it again.
Oh, damn me, I’d do it again.

In the orchard where the wind cuts low,
The roots still drink, and the apples glow.
If love’s a sin, then let it remain—
I’ll carve your name again, again.


Beneath the Briar

House Of Ash 

Oh Mercy! 

The house stood quiet on the edge of the gray,
The walls still carried what the fire took away.
I crossed the threshold with dust in my chest,
Where you once sang and silence did the rest. 

The air was thick with the weight of our sins,
Your name still burning where the prayer begins.
I’ve held the ember, I’ve kissed the flame,
But love don’t shelter; it calls your name. 

Oh, mercy never made its home,
Where we built love from blood and stone. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where fire wrote our names and passed.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.
I’d light the match and not return. 

The boards still groan where your footsteps stayed,
A shadow stretched against the glass that frayed.
Your hands remain in the soot and the stain,
The kind of love that won’t wash out with rain. 

We fed the blaze with what we couldn’t speak,
You struck the spark, but it was mine to keep.
And though it burned, and though it tore,
I’d lay the kindling just once more. 

Oh, mercy never made its home,
Where we built love from blood and stone. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where fire wrote our names and passed.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.
I’d light the match and not return. 

When the roof gave way and the sky broke through,
The light fell down where I still stood with you.
I could leave, but this ground is mine,
Where flames once spoke and love was divine. 

Sing for the walls that couldn’t stay,
Love built in ash will blow away. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where fire wrote our names and passed.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return. 

Let the wind move through the house of ash,
Where the past was carved and won’t come back.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return. 

If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.

Where the past was carved and won’t come back.
If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return. 

Oh mercy

If loving you was meant to burn,
I’d light the match and not return.

House Of Ash

Roots Don't Hold 

I found you by the river’s bend,
Your shadow swayed where the waters end.
Your hands like branches, your voice the breeze,
You taught me love in a grove of trees.
But roots don’t hold when the flood runs high,
And rivers ache to kiss the sky.
We drank from the same, unyielding stream,
But every drop fell toward the sea. 

Oh, I’ve prayed to the tide to stay, 
But the waters keep running away. 

Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise. 

Your laughter echoed where the cypress grew,
A melody the earth once knew.
But soil erodes when the storm breaks through,
And even love can’t hold that truth.
I’ve chased your shadow through the reeds,
With every step, the river feeds.
And though the current pulls me down,
I’ll cling to you till we both drown. 

Oh, I’ve prayed to the tide to stay
But the waters keep running away. 

Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise. 

The tide’s not cruel, but it won’t forgive,
It takes and leaves what it must to live.
But even as the banks give way,
Your name remains where the waters stay. 

Roots don’t hold when the flood runs high,
And rivers ache to kiss the sky.
Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise.
Hold me where the roots take hold,
Love me ‘til the flood runs cold.
If we’re just borrowed by the tide,
Let’s bloom before the waters rise. 

The roots remain where the river goes,
And every bloom is born to flow.

The roots remain where the river goes,
And every bloom is born to flow.

Roots Don't Hold

Weaver of the Thread


The loom hums low where the weavers stand,
Three silent sisters with steady hands.
One spins the thread, one measures the line,
And one waits patient with a blade so fine.
They say the fates don’t bend or break,
But love’s a thread I’d dare remake.
If gods won’t answer when mortals pray,
Then I will steal the thread away.

Oh, Weaver, do you hear my cry?
Does the loom grow heavy when the good must die?

Oh, weaver of the thread, do you feel the strain?
Every life unwinds in joy and pain.
If the line is written, let the spindle tear,
I’ll walk unbroken where the brave don’t dare.

The strands entwine, the knots grow tight,
A thousand lives in a single night.
They pull the line, they cut it clean,
A life undone, a quiet dream.
But what of love, and what of loss?
Does the thread remember every cost?
If fate is bound by fragile strings,
Then let me tear what sorrow brings.

Oh, Weaver, do you hear my cry?
Does the loom grow heavy when the good must die?

Oh, weaver of the thread, do you feel the strain?
Every life unwinds in joy and pain.
If the line is written, let the spindle tear,
I’ll walk unbroken where the brave don’t dare.

The thread will break, the spindle will fall,
But love remains to bind it all.
Though the weavers call, though the loom may hum,
I’ll twist the thread till the gods succumb.

The loom hums low where the weavers stand,
Three silent sisters with steady hands.

Weaver of the Thread

The Hunter's Heart

Whiskey words, wicked ways,
Cut me down, then beg me to stay.
Teeth like knives, tongue like fire,
Burn me up, baby I'm your pyre.

Oh, we’re poison in the well,
Oh, we raise a little hell.

We push, we pull, we crash, we claw,
Kiss like thieves with broken jaws.
Love ain't love when it’s war we wage,
We pull each other down to the grave.

Lipstick stains, blood on the sheets,
Swear we’re done, but we never leave.
Spit your curse, I’ll bite right back,
You love me best when you attack.

Oh, we’re venom in the vein,
Oh, we drown inside the rain.

We push, we pull, we crash, we claw,
Kiss like thieves with broken jaws.
Love ain't love when it’s war we wage,
We pull each other down to the grave.

Oh, my hands reach for your neck,
Oh, your nails cut through my chest.
Oh, we dance so close to death,
Still, we ain't done yet.

Oh. Oh, Oh

Lantern light on a bloodstained track,
One goes forward, one goes back.
Knife in the dark or a cold, deep well,
Either way, we both raise hell.

We push, we pull, we crash, we claw,
Kiss like thieves with broken jaws.
Love ain't love when it’s war we wage,
We pull each other—

—down to the grave.

We Kiss Like Thieves

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If Regrets Were Dollars I would be a wealthy man

If Regrets Were Dollars

Get to jammin and dancin with this version of The Tijuana Two Step

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Most of it was Texas!
M. Shelton

[Verse 1]
Took a little road trip, they said, “ it’ll be fun”  
I headed down south.  One truck, and a couple buds
Crossed the Lone Star state line, ten miles in, stopped at a watering hole
There was a band onstage playing ol George Strait and, I saw a yellow rose
She was a Redhead cutie dancing by the bar. But her jealous ex-bo wasn't on my radar

[CHORUS 1]
It ain’t my fault. I’m in trouble with the law
Yeah, sure, I got caught.
I couldn’t resist her southern drawl
If you really wanna know where to place the blame, I tell ya, I been framed
Maybe I was reckless,
Most of it was Texas. 

[Verse 2]
Sitting in the courthouse, attorney said, “we’ll soon be done.
No need to worry, I know the judge. I’ll get ya out of here son"
I stood up when I heard “all rise”, I could not believe my eyes
Sitting up there on the bench, was a nametag, guess what it said
That good ol judge had the same last name, as that good ol boy I punched in the face…And I said...

[CHORUS 2]
It ain’t my fault, I’m in trouble with the law
Yeah, sure, I got caught. 
He swung first, everybody saw
If you really wanna know where to place the blame, I tell ya, I been framed
Maybe I was reckless,
Most of it was Texas!!

[Guitar and fiddle instrumental solo]

[BRIDGE]
Now that good ol girl from way back when, visits me in jail and dances again...

[CHORUS 3]
It ain’t my fault! I liked something that I saw
Yeah, sure I got caught, my little red head was worth it all
some of it, a lot of it, most of it was Texas
some of it, a lot of it, most of it…was Texas!! (TEXAS!!)

Most of it was Texas!

Bongity Bong

كلمات:محمد الحلاج، ألحان وغناء: محمد صلاح الدين، توزيع: شادي عبد الوهاب

ياست الحسن

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

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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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