A voice like autumn light and late-night tea.

In Late September Heart, Mary Jane Dawson captures the quiet moments that echo the loudest — a stolen glance, a lingering silence, a love that might be, but isn’t yet. With poetic lyrics and a warm, melancholic sound, this song feels like walking home alone under streetlights after an almost-romance.

For fans of intimacy, stillness, and the kind of songs that stay with you long after the last note fades.


Eine Stimme wie Herbstlicht und nächtlicher Tee.

In Late September Heart fängt Mary Jane Dawson jene leisen Momente ein, die am lautesten nachhallen – ein flüchtiger Blick, ein stummes Verstehen, eine Liebe, die fast entsteht, aber noch nicht beginnt. Poetisch, warm und melancholisch klingt dieser Song wie ein nächtlicher Heimweg unter Straßenlaternen nach einer Beinahe-Romanze.

Für alle, die Stille, Tiefe und Lieder lieben, die noch lange nach dem letzten Ton wirken.

Late September Heart

I hope you like my newest song in heartland style.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

He grew up on the edge of the tracks  
Where the steel rails cry and the pavement cracks  
Held his breath when sirens wailed  
Clutched his bike like it was mail  

He learned real young how to hang on tight
What was yours, you kept, what was wrong, you right
He stood when it made sense to stay
He ran when trouble turned its face his way

They called him the nowhere kid  
Street-smart eyes and a mind that hid  
Read the world in pages and fights  
Spoke low in school, but burned at night  
Knows when to talk, when to swear  
Knows when to vanish like he ain’t there

They sent him off across the town  
To where the teachers wore caps and the floors were sound  
Kids in ties with polished shoes  
Snickered at him like he brought bad news  

They called him geek, they called him stray  
But they never dared stand in his way  
He had his books and bruises both  
A pledge to neither world, no oath

Still the nowhere kid  
Street-wise fists and a mind that slid  
Past the cracks, through the smoke and bells  
Wrote his name in bathroom stalls and shells  
Knows when to fight, when to flee  
Knows when the truth don’t come for free

He ain’t your straight-A pride  
Ain’t your corner brawler ride  
He’s that silence in the room  
He’s the cracked badge and the tune

He’s still the nowhere kid  
Walkin’ lines no one else ever did  
Reads the signs and walks away  
Fights the fight but won’t betray  
Knows when to run, when to stare  
Knows this whole damn world ain’t fair

Nowhere Kid

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Chandelier Light

She lives up on the third floor,
Comes down after hours,
And though she speaks to no one,
You sense her charm and powers.
She smiles across the flickering light,
Sorrow in her face,
No one knows the lady in lace.

Chandelier light goes back forever
In the mirror down the hall,
Sometimes she waltzes with her lover,
Though no one’s there at all.

You hear the floorboards creaking
Up and down the stair,
A doorknob turns, the lights go dim,
You look and no one’s there.
She might be in the balcony,
Leaning toward the stage,
As the curtains open on another age.

Chandelier light . . .

Tell me the truth my friend,
Did someone break your heart?
Tell me where the ghost tales end
And where the true ones start.
The past is filled with such fine things
It makes this life seem thin,
But that mirror cannot let us in.

Chandelier light . . .

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Chandelier Light

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**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: Ron Cameron 
- **Executive Producer for this track**: Ron Cameron
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**Final Words**  
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What Ever Happened ? [WEHP11REVISED]

A quiet folk story about the monsters we grow up believing in… and the ones we learn to recognize later. “Real Monsters” follows a lifetime of advice from a father who knows that danger doesn’t hide under beds — it shakes your hand, clocks in at work, and sometimes smiles a little too wide.

Acoustic, warm, and a little bittersweet, this one leans into that front-porch wisdom we all heard growing up. No villains named, no sides taken — just a reminder to trust the good folks, keep your circle close, and not fall for anybody selling fear.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
When I was just a barefoot kid,
I asked my dad, “Are monsters real?”
He said, “Son, they ain’t hidin’ under beds,
they walk on two good heels.
Don’t trust a smile that comes too quick,
and don’t believe every friendly face.
Some folks’ll pat your back real nice
while they’re movin’ you outta place.”

[Chorus]
Real monsters ain’t in the closet,
ain’t curlin’ up out in the dark.
They’re drivin’ to work like you do,
buyin’ groceries, parking their cars.
And you can’t hear ’em growl or howl,
no warning bark or spark —
The real monsters walk among us,
in the daylight, son, not in the dark.

[Verse 2]
Years later when I got a job,
Dad said, “Now here comes the fun —
Some folks’ll trip you on the staircase
just to claim they climbed to number one.
They’ll dress up ambition like kindness,
they’ll swear they’re only tryin’ to help.
Don’t let ’em carve you up, my boy,
just to puff up their own self.”

[Chorus]
real monsters ain’t in the closet,
ain’t curlin’ up out in the dark.
They’re clockin’ in, shakin’ hands,
smilin’ wide in the company yard.
they won’t leave tracks or shadows,
they blend right in with the larks —
The real monsters walk among us,
in the daylight, son, not in the dark.

[Bridge]
But you learn to spot ’em by heartbeat,
by how your stomach knots or calms.
Trust the ones who stay beside you
when everything else goes wrong.
The good ones don’t shine like diamonds —
they’re quiet, steady, true.
Takes half a life to realize
who’s who around you.

[Verse 3]
Now Dad’s old bones are brittle,
but his voice is steady still.
Says, “Watch the suits and papers, son —
the ones who bill you just to bill.
Doctors, lawyers, numbers men,
not all, but some will take you far from home.
Keep your circle small and honest, boy,
you’ll need ’em when you’re grown.”

[Chorus]
real monsters ain’t in the closet,
or swimming with the sharks.
They’re shakin’ hands, makin’ plans,
smilin’ like neighbors in the park.
But love’s the best flashlight we got,
cuts clean through the stark.
The real monsters walk among us —
so keep good people close when things get dark.

[Outro]
And Dad said, “One more thing, my boy —
beware the folks who swear they see
a monster hidin’ everywhere,
and tell you that’s your enemy.
Fear’s a cheap and easy seller,
don’t buy it just ’cause it’s loud.
Keep your heart lined up with kindness,
you’ll stand taller than the crowd.”

Real Monsters

“Beneath the Static” is a reflective, emotionally honest story about hearing the echoes of a past love in every bit of quiet and noise around you. It follows the feeling of trying to move on while old memories keep slipping through — in radio hums, city sounds, and late-night silence. At its heart, it’s about the truth that lingers even after everything else falls apart: the quiet ghost of a connection that still calls beneath the static.

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