Making Memories

That mix of nostalgic, gritty Americana rock with emotional depth, introspective lyrics, and steady driving rhythm.

Rearview Heart

Psalm 46 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear though the earth give way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam, though the mountains tremble at its swelling. 

LYRICS

Verse 1:

When mountains quake and waters rise,
And troubles sweep across the land,
There’s peace within my heart, I find,
Held safely by His mighty hand.

Chorus:

God is our refuge and strength,
Ever-present in our need.
In valleys low, on mountain heights,
Forever He will lead.

Verse 2:

Though kingdoms fall, and nations rage,
His voice commands, and all is still.
The Lord of hosts stands by our side,
I trust His promise and His will.

Chorus:

God is our refuge and strength,
Ever-present in our need.
In valleys low, on mountain heights,
Forever He will lead.

Verse 3:

Come see the works His hands have made,
The wars He halts, the peace He brings.
He calls us gently, "Be still now,"
And hear the song His spirit sings.

Chorus:

God is our refuge and strength,
Ever-present in our need.
In valleys low, on mountain heights,
Forever He will lead.

God is our refuge and strength,
Ever-present in our need.
In valleys low, on mountain heights,
Forever He will lead.

Refuge and Strength

Under silver‑washed skies, the city’s asleep,  
But our shadows keep talking in promises they keep.  
Every breath is a secret, a vow without sound,  
Your hand finds my heartbeat, the whole world unwound....  

In The Name of Affection

for my Grandma Tillie, Till we meet again....

Goodbye

They say I burn too fast to ever last— Keep my suitcase packed and my heart in the past.
But I’m done with hollow nights and neon truths— I want a slow dance kind of truth.
Had lovers who left like a jukebox song— Good while it played, then it all felt wrong.
Tired of lips that taste like lies— I need real. No alibis.
I’m not chasin’ fire just to feel the burn— This time, I want the love that learns…
I just wanna love somebody like that— Who don’t walk out when the lights go black.
Not a good-time high or a one-night fix, But a front-porch life and a kiss that sticks.
Someone real with no disguise… Who looks at me and sees the guy
They’d write a song about and never take back— I just wanna love somebody like that.
I ain’t the same boy I used to be— Ran from love ‘til love ran from me.
Now I know what I’ve been missin’— Not a thrill… but someone listenin’.
She ain’t gold chains or big city dreams— She’s barefoot truth in faded jeans…
I just wanna love somebody like that— Who don’t walk out when the lights go black.
Not a good-time high or a one-night fix, But a front-porch life and a kiss that sticks.
Someone real with no disguise… Who looks at me and sees the guy
They’d write a song about and never take back— I just wanna love somebody like that.
Not perfect, not polished… but we fit tight— Like hands held in the middle of the night.
And when she says my name that way… I know I’m finally here to stay.
I just wanna love somebody like that— Who don’t walk out when the lights go black.
Not a good-time high or a one-night fix, But a front-porch life and a kiss that sticks.
Someone real with no disguise… Who looks at me and sees the guy
They’d write a song about and never take back— I just wanna love somebody like that.

Somebody Like That

I Swear It

A Universe of Beaches

This song is a parable about walking through today’s forest of misinformation. The voices are loud, the paths are many, and not all who call out mean well. Some feed you the song they think you want to hear. But if you walk with care, check the roots before you share the fruit, and follow the light when you’ve lost your way, you’ll find the melody that never deceives.

It’s about humility, too, knowing we all wander off at times, and the courage it takes to turn back, redirect, and steady the path again. The song of truth is always there, waiting to be heard.

[Verse 1]
The forest is thick, the voices loud,
Some lead astray, some wear a shroud.
Every step feels like a test,
Which path is false, which one is blessed?

[Chorus]
Be on your toes, walk steady and wise,
Don’t let the noise be your disguise.
They’ll sing you the chorus you long to believe,
But truth’s the song that will never deceive.

[Verse 2]
Agitators hide, steering the way,
Feeding the lines that can make you stray.
Check the roots before you taste the fruit,
Seek the melody born of truth.

[Bridge]
It’s our duty to turn when we’re wrong,
Redirect the path and keep moving on.
We all get lost, but the stars still guide,
Follow the light, keep faith, keep pride.

[Final Chorus/Outro]
Be on your toes, walk steady and strong,
Don’t get lost in the forest of wrong.
Lift your head, let your spirit choose—
The song of truth will carry you through.
Follow the light, and you’ll find your way,
The song of truth still sings today.


Song of the Forest

You Hold the Key to My Heart

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Swear Jar and Hallelujah

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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...

In The Name of Affection

Pétur Söebech Quinn