I'm afraid...

A soulful, retro pop track with Southern flair and a touch of gospel grit, The vocals are sultry, confident, and rich with vintage character, telling a story of forbidden charm and youthful longing.

Sunday morning ((Sixties Soul))

Woke up this mooorninnnn’, sun refused to shine,
Yeah, my baby gone, and the fault was mine.
Coffee’s cold, guitar’s outta tune,
Lonely rhythm playin’ in a dusty room.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

The radio’s hummin’ some old 45,
Every note remind me, she kept me alive.
Ashtray’s full, but my heart still burns,
Ain’t no road back, just lessons learned.

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Lord, the years roll heavy,
Like a freight train down the line.
Dreams turn to ashes,
But the blues still keep me alive.

My hands are blistered, strings cut deep,
Every note’s a secret I couldn’t keep.
If tomorrow don’t find me, at least I know,
The blues took my pain, but they saved my soul.

"But Lord… these blues, they been heavy on me."

"Mmm… set him free…"

"Rust on my soul, cracks in my shoes,
Still I walk with faith, and I pay my dues."

"Oh, carry him through… hallelujah!"

"Took my sorrow, turned it into song…
Now I know, Lord, I’m where I belong."

"Where he belong! / Hallelujah strong!"

"Rust on my soul… but the Spirit keeps me true."

I got rust on my sooooouuuul, cracks in my shoes,
Carryin’ the weigghhht of them midnight blues.
Love done left me, time don’t choose,
I keep singin’, singin’ these highway blues.

Rust on My Soul

A slow-burning ballad where heartbreak turns into release. Tears as rhythm, sorrow as song.

Cry Cry Cry

Call It Love

A gritty funky blues track. About looking at one's own life from the point of view of 'what I am doing with the time I have?' This is how it goes:

What am I to do with the death bed blues?
You don’t want to be in my shoes
But you don’t get to choose
Win or lose…It’s going to happen to you….
That’s why we get those,
yes we all get those death bed, dead time blues

So what ya going to do, With the life you live
Have you got something for him, 
something to give,  
Anything to live for, something to be forgiven for
I’ll open the door, just for you, 
when you get the death bed blues

When the time comes don’t run, 
there’s nowhere to run, 
You can’t run out on a deal that’s been done
You start breathing heavy 
when the process has begun,
laugh till you pass…..I'll be there with you, 
when you get those death bed..
dead time blues

When I get them too, 
I buy something new….
Avoid the fact, that it will be back
If it’s me next, I slip away on a pretext,
but oh no, when you’re due,
no hiding from the death bed
Dead time blues

I got the Death bed blues, yes I do
I'm slimming to be beautiful just for you
Maybe you will pass me by, tell me some lies
So I can avoid that end time bad news
It’s going to happen to me too…
I get the Death bed
Death bed dead time blues

Oh keep me out of that depressing room, that undressing room, where you loom
Where you lose your bloom, 
and just whose tune you was singing to, 
and who pointed to the moon, 
said you might not be breathing soon
That’s why we get those death bed, dead time blues

But I suspect, even though I'm wrecked
that I should have checked in before I check out,
grab my drink before I'm chucked out, 
but I messed about, just to get paid, laid, 
then I was splayed, I'm on the floor,
I am no more, it’s nothing new,
I have the Death bed, dead time blues

no one wants to be kept in check, or henpecked,
find away without fear,
have some respect,
who knows what’s correct in this crazy world that’s a cult or sect,
that no one suspects they’re caught in it too…
no wonder we all get those death bed, dead time blues

it’s the end of time, it’s the end of the line
the end of me and the end of mine
it’s your last chance to shine,
the way we live is a crime,
if you don’t do what you’re here to do
I can assure you, 
You’ll get the death bed, dead time blues

I got the Death bed blues, yes I do
I'm slimming to be beautiful just for you
Maybe you will pass me by, tell me some lies
So I can avoid that end time bad news
It’s going to happen to me too…
I get the Death bed
Death bed dead time blues

Death Bed, Dead Time Blues

[Chorus]
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go

[Verse 1]
Been here for a while now
And it's time to go
I packed up my bags boy
End of the show
I can't stand no more
Of these games you play
All your cheating and lying
It ends today

[Chorus]
So I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go

[Verse 2]
I'm not gonna wait around for an apology
Cause there's nothing that you can say or that you can offer me
I've been a fool for the last time now I'm through
Get over yourself cause I'm over you
Over you (over you) (I'm so over you)

[Outro]
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go
Ready to go

I'm not gonna wait around for an apology
Cause there's nothing that you can say or that you can offer me
_______________________________________
Roberto Follesa & Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Ready To Go

A late-night confession wrapped in smoke and shadows, heartbreak you can feel in your bones.

2AM Confession

A flamboyant electric blues track offering a current political perspective on issues about being clear on vision, values and principles - writing them down. Then on reflection and comparison to the vison, values and principles, finding out that some current governance structures are completely out of whack, to the point that it is reasonable and accurate to describe some governments as: criminal organisations masquerading as democracy. 

Lyrics:

When you write it down...
Write it down...

Asked a simple question—what do we stand for?
Turns out no one's written it down before
Democracy, liberty, rule of law
Sounds quite nice... until you check the score

Words of meaning are set ablaze
They twist the script, while we're in dismay

When you write it down, write it down
All the deceit is revealed in the light
When you write it down, write it down
All the lies start raining down

Million dead in Iraq, all based on lies
Anti-genocide groups are now the bad guys
Peaceful protest gets you fourteen years
While war criminals polish their careers

Can’t name the group or I might get nicked
For terrorism—that’s how truth gets fixed
They made opposing genocide a crime
While funding it with your tax and mine

When you write it down, write it down
All the deceit is revealed in the light
When you write it down, write it down
All the lies start raining down

4AM raids, for writing to your MP
About some kids getting killed across the sea
But sell the bombs and that’s just foreign trade
Democracy dies when we’re all afraid

So here’s your constitution, neat and clean
Now measure what they’ve done against what it means
The truth’s so mad you’d think it was a joke
If kids weren’t bleeding beneath the gun smoke

When you write it down, write it down
When you write it down, write it down....

When you write it down...
Write it down...

Write It Down

One in 8 Men” is a gritty, soul-driven boom bap anthem that flips a personal journey with prostate cancer into a powerful message for awareness. The title speaks to the reality: one in eight men will face prostate cancer in their lifetime. Over raw West Coast production, the lyrics paint the struggle of surgery and recovery while stressing early detection, prevention, and the importance of getting checked

Six Scars Deep

Not everyone will handle your truth, and that’s OK. This is for the souls who still speak light even in the dark. May this song hold space for your fire, your softness, and your faith. Full, fierce, and unapologetically you. #TruthOfTheHeart #SonicDominion #DancehallSoul #Unapologetic

Death Bed, Dead Time Blues

Sanjax