Live from Rafters on January 27th, 2023

Rheagan Skelton - Lead Vocals
Brandon Ledbetter - Electric Guitar & Backup Vocals
Ethan Mayo - Drums
Reid Rollins - Electric Guitar
Garrett Thorn - Bass

Wilder Days - Morgan Wade

Bad Girl (Feat. Charli XCX)

Lyrics by Paulo Sergio Carvalho ®2024

[Verse]
God listen to my prayer
I only ask when in despair
Need your help just one more time
The love I had was left behind

[Verse 2]
I need strength to make it right
In darkness I need your light
Know I ask when I am weak
Promise I'll find the peace I seek

[Chorus]
God please listen to my prayer
I only pray when I need care
Sorry for asking again and again
In this dark place I need a friend

[Verse 3]
I'm not a bad man but I fall
Caught in shadows when night calls
A sinner here wanting to change
Longing for you to rearrange

[Bridge]
I promise to do better in your name
Heal this hurt take away the shame

[Chorus]
God please listen to my prayer
I only pray when I need care
Sorry for asking again and again
In this dark place I need a friend

Listen To My Prayer

Friends We Wont Forget

The song **"The Trade of Senses"** offers a fascinating exploration of the complex and often paradoxical dynamics between love, desire, and intimacy. At its core, it delves into the idea that men and women, despite both seeking connection, approach intimacy from different emotional and physical angles. The lyrics capture this tension in a poetic and sensual way, presenting a relationship as a delicate balance of give and take, where both partners are trying to fulfill deeply emotional needs, yet often misunderstand one another's intentions.

The metaphor of "craving skin to touch the soul" is key, as it highlights how physical attraction is intertwined with a deeper longing for emotional connection. The man’s desire for physical intimacy is depicted as a pathway to something more profound, while the woman, in contrast, offers her body in the hope of receiving love in return. This dynamic suggests a mutual exchange, but one that is marked by an underlying complexity, where the outwardly simple act of physical intimacy carries an emotional weight that both parties are seeking but rarely expressing openly.

The use of paradoxes in the song—such as "give too much and love just dies"—serves to emphasize the delicate nature of human relationships. It speaks to the notion that when one side of the equation overspends in emotional or physical investment, it can lead to an imbalance, causing the connection to falter rather than flourish. The line "one holds on, the other leaves" further underscores the impermanence of such relationships, where commitment is often fragile, and one partner may drift away despite the other's desire to hold on.

The chorus, with its recurring question of "who will burn, who disappears," encapsulates the song’s central theme: the unpredictable nature of intimacy and love, where passions can either consume both individuals or lead to emotional dissolution. This uncertainty is what makes the relationship dynamic so compelling—each person is trying to make sense of their desires and emotions, but the outcome remains unclear.

Ultimately, the song explores the complexity of human connection—how love and desire can be both deeply fulfilling and painfully elusive, with a rhythm that mirrors the push-and-pull of these emotional exchanges. Through its lyrical dualities and sensual imagery, **"The Trade of Senses"** gives listeners a glimpse into the inner conflicts that often arise in intimate relationships, making it not just a love song, but a profound reflection on human nature itself.

THE TRADE OF SENSES

This album unfolds like a love story remembered in stillness—each song a quiet confession, each note a memory held too tightly to let go. It begins in the warmth of stolen moments: quiet mornings, whispered laughter, the comfort of knowing someone so completely even when the world wasn’t supposed to know.

Then, as it so often happens with the love we were never allowed to keep, everything changes. The air shifts. A presence becomes absence. She leaves—not with a slam, but a silence so deep it echoes. She chose another life. Another promise. And the songs begin to ache. The melodies slow, searching for something that’s no longer there.

And yet, he keeps singing. Not to move on, but to keep her close. Every track after is a love letter never sent, a thought that won’t quiet, a vow unspoken but deeply felt: she is still with him, in every line, every pause, every chord.

These aren’t just songs—they’re private reflections. A chronicle of love in full: the joy, the loss, the devotion that never left.

Play it alone. Play it quietly.
Because some stories are too sacred to be shouted.

And whoever Zaja is, she was loved.
a love that lingers.

Just Like That

Zipper's Got A Hold On Me


Plant a garden... stack the hey... they have done soooo much each and every day... feed the children... cut the lawn... they have always had so much going on... and they do, do, do, no wrong... no wrong... no wrong...

[Verse1] 
Build the shed... and the deck off to the left... nothing that they can't do... they are quite adept... oooo... yaaa... mmmm... sheer the sheep... give a shoulder rub tenderly at the end of the day... nothing that gets in their way...

[Chorus1] 
Ooo... ooo.. oh... yaa... these old man's hands have lived a life or two... trying to do the things they need to do to nurture you... mmmmm... ooo... a fathers hands can pull the weight... of thirty thousand days... just to see you get to the life that you wish to make... ooo... mmmm...

[Verse2] 
Make the formula to feed the babys mouth... change that diaper too... rock the baby into shangri-la... hold a book for a bed time reed... the words gentaly dancing out of his mouth... put the children to sleep...

[Verse3]
That first ride on that brand new bike with the training wheels off... his hands built that bike and taught you how to ride... those hands caught you before you really ever crashed... they got you back on track and then they sent you off to try again...
Mmmm... oooo... oo...yaa..


[Chorus 3]
Ooo... ooo.. oh... yaa... these old man's hands have lived a life or two... trying to do the things they need to do to nurture you... mmmmm... ooo... a fathers hands can pull the weight... of thirty thousand days... just to see you get to the life that you wish to make... ooo... mmmm...


Those hands held you tight when you came into this world... loved you with intention to guide you through all of your dreams... those hands strong as rock yet loving you so soft...

No hands like Daddys hands... to make you feel safe... warm, loved and strong... ohhhh... yaaaaa.... oooo... mmmmm....



Hands

Out of the Blue is a song about the kind of connection that sneaks up on you.
You grow up side by side. You share fries, secrets, summers.
You never say it out loud — and then one day, boom — it’s there.
Not in some dramatic scene.
But in a glance. In a pause.
In that one second where everything tilts.

It’s not about the big gestures.
It’s about the moments you almost missed.


Out of the Blue ist ein Song über eine Verbindung, die sich langsam aufbaut –
und dich dann plötzlich trifft.
Ihr kennt euch ewig.
Teilt Pommes, Gespräche, Sommer.
Und dann – aus dem Nichts – ist da mehr.
Kein Drama. Kein Knall.
Nur ein Blick. Eine Sekunde. Und plötzlich ist alles anders.

Es geht nicht um große Gesten.
Sondern um die Momente, die man fast übersehen hätte.

Out of the Blue

The song "28 Angels" is not a statistic—it’s a requiem. The number in the title holds symbolic weight, chosen not to tally tragedy but to honor the gravity of it. This song channels grief into reflection, and remembrance into melody. It was written with reverence for lives lost, voices silenced, and the emotional echoes that remain.
The composition leans on orchestral warmth, emotional vocal depth, and lyrical sensitivity—not for spectacle, but for solace. It’s a piece meant to comfort the wounded, awaken the indifferent, and hold space for conversations many find too hard to begin.

Bad Girl (Feat. Charli XCX)

Nathan Houde