Lyrics written, and music created by Joe Kirk. Copyright 2025.

Storms brew inside my heart.
The future never looked so old.
Everything that is for sale.
Has already been sold.
Fear of fear.
When will this world shed tears.
Looking away.
Don't look us in our eyes.

Wind blows.
Time runs.
She'll lie.
We all stare into the same sun.
We all try.
Together we sing the unforgettable.
While forgetting about ourselves.

I drink to the lost who thinks they're not.
I wander the desert too my friend.
Refusing the water.
Tequila is all I want.
Pour another for my brother.
Pour another for us all.

Tears are stale.
Her lips like hot peppers.
They never thought we'd make it together.
She'll walk away after she set you on fire.
Damn she looks good.
Look at her go.
Tears burned away.

Wind blows.
Time runs.
She'll lie.
We all stare into the same sun.
We all try.
Together we sing the unforgettable.
While forgetting about ourselves.

I will hold you until death gets brave.
Walks up to me and shows me a grave.
To our love I was always a slave.
To our love.
I was always a slave.

Turn the page.
Get to our favorite part.
Read it to me again my sweet love.
Read it to me slow and in your sexy voice.
Set us on fire.


I drink to the lost who thinks they're not.
I wander the desert too my friend.
Refusing the water.
Tequila is all I want.
Pour another for my brother.
Pour another for us all.

Storms brew inside my heart.
The future never looked so old.
Everything that is for sale.
Has already been sold.
Fear of fear.
When will this world shed tears.
Looking away.
Don't look us in our eyes.

I drink to the lost who thinks they're not.
I wander the desert too my friend.
Refusing the water.
Tequila is all I want.
Pour another for my brother.
Pour another for us all.


TequiLA iS aLL i WanT. Pale1/Chrome Dolphins

From the heart of Texas rises Pale1 — a poet, fighter, and truth teller who turns pain into prophecy. Rooted in Austin’s raw underground scene, Pale1 stands apart as a lyricist who bleeds emotion through every bar. His verses are heavy with experience — a lifetime of loss, loyalty, and lessons — and his delivery carries the calm wisdom of a man who’s survived every storm and came back sharper.

More than a rapper, Pale1 is a freestyler, philosopher, and vessel for truth. His music bridges Southern grit with soulful reflection — the voice of someone who’s walked through fire and still thanks God for the journey. With every track, he breaks through facades and speaks directly to the spirit, blending poetic cadence with street-born authenticity.

Tracks like “Ugly Beautiful,” “Storm Front,” and “gAbrIel’s mesSaGe” show his ability to move between pain and peace, between loss and redemption — always guided by faith, always grounded in truth. His wordplay is sharp, his flow unpredictable, his tone unmistakably real. Pale1’s sound feels both ancient and new, a Texas storyteller channeling divine urgency through a microphone.

Behind the mic, Pale1 is Joe Kirk, founder and creative force behind Chrome Dolphins, a movement built on creativity, resilience, and rebirth. Together with a circle of like-minded artists, he continues to build from the underground up — not chasing fame, but pursuing meaning.

Pale1 is more than music — he’s message, motion, and mercy wrapped in rhyme.
When he speaks, it’s not just bars — it’s testimony.
When he breathes, it’s art.
When he rhymes, it’s revelation.