The pavement's cracking beneath my feet
Air's so thick I can barely breathe
The sun's a tyrant it won't concede
But I’m still standing no retreat...

Heatwave Hero

A shadow whispers to the ground
No words no sound
Just the weight of being here...

Within The Circle

The moon is cracked it bleeds out light
Streetlamps flicker in the fight
The air smells like burned-out stars
A neon war between our scars.

Riots In Dreamland

Under the weight of the sky
Feet sinking
Ground won't lie
The ocean whispers
It screams
Pull me under
Pull me clean...

Currents of Life

A clock without hands it spins in the void
Chasing the shadows it almost destroyed
The stars in my chest they flicker and fade
A prism of time where memories are made...

Prism Of Time

I left my name in the dust of stars
Fingers tracing maps on old guitars
Time bends
It whispers
It steals
It hides
The future waits where the silence collides...

Notes To The Future

Neon vines climb the twilight haze
Where the shadows hum and the colors blaze
A crystal tiger stalks the rain-soaked ground
Its paws make no sound
No sound
No sound...

Glass Jungle

I wrapped my heart in paper thin blue
Tied it with string and sent it to you
Every fold holds a piece of my soul...

From Me To You

Neon whispers call my name
City's alive and it's playing the game
Shadows stretch long like a runway lane...

The Night Is Young (1)

The fields once golden now rest in gray
Dreams were scattered like leaves in May
I hear the whispers of the earth
Calling us back to what it's worth...

Times Of Plenty

Yesterday
It slipped through my hands
(oo-yeah!)
Like sand on a clock
Like waves on the land
Tell me
Tell me
Where does it go?
Lost in the echoes
A cosmic show...

Yesterday Where Will You Go

Peter is a member of STEF (The Performing Rights Society of Iceland) and FTT (The Icelandic Society of Authors & Composers).
He has made around or more than 15 thousand music works, 7 thousand poems and 5 thousand landscape paintings...

Heatwave Hero

Pétur Söebech Quinn

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