Jan Nesar

A raw, stripped-back indie folk song rooted in Sheffield banter, telling the story of a couple’s daft argument in a café. Plucked acoustic guitar and gentle harmonica set a warm, honest backdrop.  with close harmonies and authentic Northern attitude. The mood is intimate, bittersweet, and a little nostalgic, capturing everyday tension and tender moments with down-to-earth charm.

Butty Argument

Isak Evermore returns with his new single “If I Leave You Now”, a heartfelt piano-driven ballad about love, doubt, and the difficult choices that linger in silence. Blending intimate singer-songwriter warmth with subtle soft rock energy, the track captures the timeless struggle between holding on and letting go. A song for late nights, quiet reflection, and hearts caught between two worlds.

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Lyrics:

If I leave you now, will it break your heart?
Will the silence cut deeper than words?
I’ve been holding on, but I’m torn apart
Still I don’t know what love is worth

Every step I take feels heavy tonight
I can’t tell if it’s wrong or right

If I leave you now, will you cry?
Will the tears fall, or will you hide?
Will I doubt what I feel inside,
Or finally learn to say goodbye?
If I leave you now…
Will you cry, will you cry, will you cry tonight?

I remember the dreams that we used to chase
Golden moments I can’t replace
Love’s a question I can’t define
But I’m still afraid to cross that line

Every word unsaid keeps me awake
I don’t know how much more I can take

If I leave you now, will you cry?
Will the tears fall, or will you hide?
Will I doubt what I feel inside,
Or finally learn to say goodbye?
If I leave you now…
Will you cry, will you cry, will you cry tonight?

Can we move on, or stay tied to the past?
I don’t know how long love should last
These questions won’t leave my head
They follow me into bed

If I leave you now, will you cry?
Will the tears fall, or will you hide?
Will I doubt what I feel inside,
Or find peace by the morning light?
If I leave you now…
Will you cry, will you cry, will you cry tonight?
Will you cry, will you cry, will you cry tonight?

If I leave you now…
Will you be hurt, will you cry?
These questions linger in my mind
But no answer feels right

If I Leave You Now

“Seagulls in the Wind” is a reflective acoustic pop ballad that explores the quiet melancholy of aging, the passage of time, and the enduring desire to break free from routine and rediscover life’s beauty. The narrator sits on a beach where he once played with his children, now grown and living their own lives. He watches the waves, feeling both nostalgia and a subtle ache for lost years. Beside him, his wife reads peacefully—a symbol of enduring love and quiet companionship.

As the song unfolds, it shifts from memory to yearning. The narrator questions the rhythm of daily life and expresses a longing to escape the confines of routine. He dreams of living and loving more freely, like seagulls soaring in the wind. The lyrics blend gentle imagery with emotional depth, capturing the tension between acceptance and the urge to reclaim joy. The final verses suggest that even with trembling hands and fewer days ahead, there’s still time to write, to love, and to fly.

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Lyrics: “Seagulls in the Wind”  
Genre: Acoustic Pop / Melancholic Folk  
Tempo: Mid-slow, fingerpicked guitar with soft piano and ambient pads

[Intro – gentle fingerpicked guitar, soft ambient swell]

[Verse 1]  
I set my chair down in the sand  
Where little feet once danced and ran  
Castles melted in the tide  
But echoes stayed, deep inside  

My children chasing waves and light  
Now drift beyond my daily sight  
I watch the water roll away  
And wonder where the years went grey  

[Instrumental – light piano motif with distant seagull sounds]

[Chorus 1]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – soft percussion enters, subtle bass pulse]

[Verse 2]  
Beside me, she reads in peace  
The same soft smile, the same release  
We’ve built a life, we’ve built it well  
But silence has its tales to tell  

The sun dips low, the sky turns gold  
I feel the pull, I feel the fold  
To dance again, to chase the flame  
To whisper love and call her name  

[Instrumental – acoustic strumming builds, strings begin to swell]

[Chorus 2]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Instrumental – brief pause, then re-entry with warm pads and piano arpeggios]

[Verse 3]  
We’ve colored inside every line  
Played by the rules, said “we’re just fine”  
But deep within, a fire remains  
A quiet voice that still complains  

Let’s leave the clock and chase the breeze  
Forget the bills, the worn routines  
One final flight before we land  
Still time to write with trembling hands  

[Instrumental – emotional peak, layered harmonies, soft electric guitar textures]

[Final Chorus]  
So much to feel, so little time to spend  
We’ve been walking straight lines, now let’s learn to bend  
Let’s break the rhythm, let’s break the mold  
Live like we’re young, though our hands grow old  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  
Fly free again, like seagulls in the wind  

[Outro – fading guitar harmonics, ambient wind, distant waves]

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©2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf  
All rights reserved.

Seagulls in the Wind

STORY
The story illustrates phronesis—the classical Greek idea of practical wisdom, the kind of judgment that blends knowledge, experience, and moral insight.

The Bridge at Kalliros
The river Kalliros had flooded every spring for as long as the villagers remembered. This year the water had risen higher than anyone had seen. The young men argued for an immediate crossing to rescue sheep stranded on the far bank. “If we wait, they’ll drown,” one shouted. Another proposed building a raft from fresh-cut pine, ignoring the roar of the current.

Old Thaleia, the village midwife, said nothing at first. She had no formal training in engineering, nor the strength of youth. But she had watched the river for sixty harvests. She remembered the year the water turned suddenly when the snows melted late, the year when the bridge timbers twisted in a hidden eddy. She knew the sheep’s value and the risk to the men.

Finally she spoke.
“Cut no pine. Use the willow trunks upstream—last night’s rain has loosened them. Tie them with the reeds that grow near the oxbow bend. And wait two hours, until the meltwater from the eastern ridge has passed. You will see the mud eddies change colour; then you may cross, and not before.”

The young men grumbled, but the memory of her unerring births and quiet rescues gave them pause. They followed her plan. When the eddies paled, they lashed the willows and ferried the sheep across without loss.

Later a traveller asked why the villagers obeyed the old woman so readily.
“She knows more than rules,” the headman replied. “She knows when rules bend. That is wisdom for living—phronesis.”

This story highlights how phronesis is not just cleverness or technical skill (techne), but the seasoned judgment that grows from lived experience, moral concern, and a sense of the right moment to act.

INTERPRETATION 
The lyrics of “Willow Crossing” portray phronesis—practical wisdom—as a quiet but powerful guide amid danger and urgency.  The rising river symbolizes crises that tempt people into rash action, while the elder’s calm instructions embody the insight that comes from years of lived experience.  Her ability to “read the hour in the river’s lines” shows wisdom not as abstract knowledge but as attunement to the right moment, balancing courage with caution.  By urging the villagers to “wait for the eddies to pale,” the song celebrates patience and moral discernment: wisdom is not about rules or titles, but about sensing when to move and when to hold back, so that action is both timely and humane.

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In the hush after the storm, the forest begins to breathe again.
Northern Soul: November Air is a collection of songs about that stillness — when the air clears, the work is done, and mercy feels like wind through pine.
Written and produced in the cinematic folk-soul language of THOCE, these tracks blend acoustic guitar, felt piano, brass, nyckelharpa, and strings into warm, human stories of endurance and grace.
Each song is a reflection of quiet strength: the sound of light returning to cold air, of hearts mending in their own time.
No grandeur, no noise — just the pulse of the North rediscovering its soul.
Listen slowly.
Breathe.
November air is enough.

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About
I’m a songwriter focused on creating original compositions – lyrics, melodies, and arrangements. My goal is to have these songs published and interpreted by other artists.

If you’re interested in performing, recording, or publishing one of my songs, feel free to get in touch.

📧 Contact: pm.urban.music@gmail.com

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