"The End of Longing" is a poignant acoustic ballad that explores themes of unrequited love, fading connections, and the bittersweet process of moving on. Set to a gentle guitar accompaniment, the song's lyrics paint a picture of a one-sided relationship where communication has broken down. 

The verses depict the singer's attempts to reach out and connect, only to be met with silence and indifference. Imagery of smoke dispersing and echoes fading emphasize the sense of loss and emotional distance. 

The chorus poses the central question of the song - whether falling out of love will end the longing, and if pretending is still an option. This reflects the internal struggle between holding on and letting go.

The bridge introduces a shift in tone, suggesting a growing acceptance that it may be time to move on as the nights grow colder and the emotional distance increases.

"The End of Longing" captures the melancholy and introspection characteristic of the folk and contemporary singer-songwriter genres, offering a relatable exploration of love's complexities and the pain of its potential end.

Lyrics:

Were the words I spoke
Never reaching you?
And I watched the smoke
Disperse into the gloom
Say that love is worth the waiting
But the silence speaks loud
I poured my heart into your hands
But you never saw it

If I fall out of love now
Will the longing ever end?
If I fall out of love now
Can we still pretend?

Every time I call
Echoes fade alone
In an empty hall
Where the memories roam
Say that we'll find our way back someday
But the path is fading
I showed you every piece of me
But you never noticed

If I fall out of love now
Will the longing ever end?
If I fall out of love now
Can we still pretend?

And the nights grow colder
As the distance grows
Every word feels older
It's time to let it go

If I fall out of love now
Will the longing ever end?
If I fall out of love now
Can we still pretend?

The End of Longing

WORLD'S APART

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest,
the one who laughs for no reason
and dreams without looking ahead.

Let them not dim his gaze,
nor steal away his mirrors,
where he still sees mighty castles
and ships built out of wishes.

Don’t silence his laughter,
don’t cover up his sky,
don’t sell him hollow truths
dressed in the price of goodbyes.

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest.

Let no one tell him “grow up,”
as if that were some great quest,
nor drag him through the alleys
of a world grey and story-less.

Let him wander barefoot
through the puddles of memory,
with a stick as his brave sword
and a flower as his secret.

Let no one kill the child—
though at times he may be still,
he saves me from the sadness,
and defends me from the chill.

Let no one kill the child
I carry deep in my chest.

Let No One Kill the Child L.Rivera

Apocalypse

Little White Dove

City lights are blowin'
Wind is kinda howlin' tonight
Street dogs are prowlin'
While you hold me tight

Is it me or is it gettin' hot in here
Tell me now I need to know my dear

Supersonic heart beat
Goes boom boom boom 
Supersonic heart beat
All because of you

Supersonic Heartbeat .mp3

Couldn't resist doing another cover of my own ukulele demo of this song.

My Guitar  (covered by Suno from an original song)

Sainsonic feat Synthesizer V Eri - Fly Me To Your Sky

I was looking at old photos of a town gathering in the 1800s for a lynching. I was struck at the carnival atmosphere, the presence of all kinds of people, women and children. This is disturbing but very real and it is NOT confined to America,the South but instead is a sad global problem with religions and "God". Too often I think religions are excuses to commit some of the most awful  human atrocities . Religions,like leader cults(nazis/emperorsetc), seem to blind masses into justifying the slaughter  of the enemy of the day. God in most religions preached tolerance/forgiveness/inclusion and yet these fundamental principles are conveniently forgotten when it comes time to fulfill some self serving goal, monetary/territorial or ego. I wish I knew why

lyrics
glowing yellow sun
clear bright blue sky
leaves are dancing in the wind

sherriff and the barber
the doctor and the lawyer 
all the townspeople are there

just to meet and greet
and to chat about
the news and their hopes and fears

The children all are there
dressed up in their best
blue eyes and many happy smiles

then the time arrives
the crowd all turn their head
they march the black man to the tree

a noose slips round his neck
they pull him up on high
so his legs can swing free

there's heard a horrible crack
that splits the morning air
the children look up and they stare
as his legs they shake
and his body quivers
until he hangs there still and limp

then the children turn around and finish up their games 
on this bright and sunny day

now it's time to go
they hear the parents say
off to church to learn to pray

"praise God??really??

praise God??what are you thinking?

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRigh

go go Gavin

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

The End of Longing

XAK STAHL