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Red Nights

Empty rooms make louder sounds
than bombs ever could.
My bed's still warm but I'm not there
haven't been for good.

Phones light up with "how are you?"
Each pixel burns through.
I've got responses stockpiled high:
None of them are true.

I'll be fine, like static air
when radio waves die.
I'll be fine, like vacant eyes
in a porcelain lie.
I'll be fine, supposedly,
Like flowers pressed in formaldehyde.

Coffee's cold before it burns,
Time splits at the seams.
The mirror shows a person there
Who's nobody it seems.

Every "just reach out" feels like
Hands through heavy glass.
I'm here, I'm gone, I never was—
All three statements pass.

I'll be fine, like dead sea salt
That forgot to float.
I'll be fine, like autumn leaves
That never wrote their note.
I'll be fine, theoretically,
Like stars that burned out centuries ago.

There's an art to absence
That nobody taught.
I've mastered disappearing
While staying in one spot.
My lungs remember breathing
But forgot to tell my chest
Now even nothing's something
I fail to possess.

I'll be fine, like church bells in
An abandoned town.
I'll be fine, like paper boats
That learned how to drown.
I'll be fine, apparently,
Like prayers in empty sound.

They say the void stares back but mine
Just keeps looking through.
I've got a PhD in Hollow,
And the walls do too.
My pulse keeps perfect rhythm with
The silence in between.
I'm here, I promise, just like all
The things you've never seen.

I'll Be Fine

Heaven's 2 far

What is it old man that you searched for
That you have yearned for for so long
You always seemed to be unstable
And thus you never quite belonged

Kicking all over the world
Acting like you were winning
Kicking all over the world
Never getting enough

You thought that life was for the taking
But now you're trembling and so scared
You always thought of no one else long
And thus you never quite belonged

Kicking all over the world
Acting like you were winning
Kicking all over the world
Never getting enough

Kicking All Over the World (with Vocals): Re-Mastered

We met in London  
And rocked the streets  
We danced in Paris  
To the rainy beats  

We drank in Munich  
For the days we’ve seen  
We kissed in Pittsburgh  
O’ we were so keen

We slept in Nice  
Never made it to Rome  
‘Cause there she told me  
"I’m takin’ you home"

But where the land is holy  
I couldn’t see her face  
It took her away from me  
The Wall of Disgrace!

I begged the mayor  
I prayed to the king  
But they both told me  
"Boy, you don’t mean a thing"

It’s up to the army 
As it always was  
If they don’t like you  
It’s a losing cause

And Mr. Soldier  
He had no dreams  
He rowed his orders  
Down the holy streams

But where the land is holy  
I couldn’t see her face  
It took her away from me  
The Wall of Disgrace!

I said, "Hey soldier man  
I don’t want your deals  
Just let me tell you  
How it really feels”

One day you’ll catch me  
Climbing up that wall  
You’ll make me choose  
Either die or fall

And then you’ll kill me  
They’ll ask you why  
You’ll say, “he loved her  
To the very last sigh …"

But where the land is holy  
She couldn’t see his face  
It took him away from her  
The Wall of Disgrace

Where the land is holy  
She couldn’t see his face  
It took him away from her  
The Wall of Disgrace

Wall Of Disgrace (West Of The Wall)

Epilogue For The Sea (A Day In Gaza)


[Verse 1 – Day Without Direction]
A day that leads to nowhere.
A day that folds into thin air.
His hands, tired
from swinging the bruised blue on
between two sunsets
and God’s distant dawn.

[Verse 2 – Language Fails]
A day for flaws to bloom.
For silence to grow
from lips,
to hearts,
to death.
A day for the adjective’s
last breath.

[Chorus - Murder And Silence]
Murder is present tense.
The sea
will forget.
The sky
learns nothing.
And silence
silence is fluent
in regret.

[Verse 3 – Soldier’s Alphabet]
Murder is present tense.
Its form unhinged,
As night puts on
a soldier’s fringe.
The nouns bear witness.
The letters lie
naked
with the ones
who die.

[Verse 4 – The Gazan Father]
This sea is mute.
No lapis. No delirium.
And there
the Gazan father’s hat.
I wear it.
His prayers echo in the lining.
His forgiveness too,
mumbled after prayer.
His children hum
A bomb.
Mother of orphans
And a bomb.
Orphans
A bomb.
Orphans
A bomb.
Orphans
A bomb.
And every word
that might have saved us
sinks back into the ash,
too afraid to be spoken.

[Chorus]
Murder is present tense.
The sea
will forget.
The sky
learns nothing.
And silence
silence is fluent
in regret.

[Verse 5 – The Call From Home]
It’s only me
and your voice.
Only me,
and your voice here.
Only me,
your voice,
and dust.
Black!!!
the thresholds of Egypt.
Black!!!
the daughter of siege.
Black!!!
in freeze-frame satellites.
Black!!!
in vomit behind the phrase:
“Yes, yes... we’re all fine.
No one was hurt
Except for truth.
Except for hope.
Your father’s withdrawn.
Your brother’s gone.
Your sister weeps
for fate in the dark.
And God
God does what He wants.”

[Verse 6 – The Epilogue]
And I
I am an epilogue
of day.
At night,
I long for a suitcase.
Today,
This day
they erase it all:
my story,
God,
and the fragile line
between my name
and Old Jerusalem.

[Final Chorus]
Murder is present tense.
The sea
will forget.
The sky
learns nothing.
And silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence is fluent
in regret....

Epilogue For The Sea (A Day In Gaza)

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They say:
“You die 
before you hear the sound.”
So we stare at the sky,
And wait for the ground.

Not a minute goes by
Without the sound
Explosions chasing
One another down.
We hold our breath
When the jet flies near,
Or when the drone hums low
Cold, and clear.
We know it's not for us,
Not exactly here—
But still…
It draws near.

Does death ever tire?
Does it need to breathe?
Does it pause in mercy,
Or just tighten its teeth?
Does it sit in silence,
Counting who’s left?
Or stop for a moment
To doubt its own theft?

We watch the window
For no reason at all,
Exhale relief
When it lands far off.
We count the minutes
Between each scream
And when it’s quiet too long,
We start to dream.

Does death ever tire?
Does it sleep at night?
Does it miss its mark,
Or dim its light?
Does it skip a breath,
Just one, by mistake?
To grant a mother
The time to wake?

We whisper madness
To fill the gap:
Did Death grow tired?
Did it take a nap?
Where has it gone?
Has it paused for grace
To let a child rest
In its hiding place?

Is it weeping in a bar,
Staring at its hands?
Ashamed of its medals,
Its blood-soaked plans?
Is it slow to change
Its uniform of grief
Too soaked with names
To find relief?

No, death doesn’t tire.
It just steps aside.
It waits for the silence
Then swallows the sky.
It lingers when mercy
Tries to resist…
And returns more cruel
When a child persists.

Does death ever tire?
No.
It just waited
For the rubble to let go.


Arabic Text By: Jamil Naim
Translation: RaiNaWi

Does Death Ever Tire (Silence In Gaza)

I'm still gingerly feeling my way with this experiment before making a final decision as to whether to do the whole 22 tracks/cards of the Major Arcana, so please do let me know if you like it so far, and whether you'd like to hear more like this. 

All the song lyrics and spoken words are written by me, and the music on this one is via Suno.

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Nomad lyricist and techologist. Very obsessed with reviving classic poetry and using music as a time machine where distant epochs intertwine.

Epilogue For The Sea (A Day In Gaza)

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