Seasonal Depression

Dead Man Walking Blues

Dead Man Walking Blues (feat. Damon Johnson & Jason Bonham)

2 Seater

Girl Problems

Best & Worst Of Times

Armchair Quarterbacks

Witching Hour

Thanksgiving's here, got the table set right

Last Voyage — Concept Summary

“Last Voyage” is a cinematic concept album chronicling the rise and fall of the Titanic as a metaphor for human pride, illusion, and fate.
Through twelve interconnected tracks, it explores the spectrum of ambition — from the euphoric faith in progress to the quiet reckoning beneath the waves.

The ship becomes a symbol of civilization itself: beautiful, confident, and blind to its own cracks.
Each song moves deeper — from light to darkness, from brass and champagne to echoes and silence — tracing not just a maritime tragedy, but the eternal human pattern of building perfection and sailing it toward oblivion.

Musically, the album blends progressive and psychedelic rock with orchestral textures, atmospheric sound design, and philosophical lyricism — a journey through awe, denial, irony, loss, and transcendence.



The Captains Prayer

A new rock song I've been working on. I hope you like it!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Yeah, look around, let it resonate,
No love left, just numbers and hate. 
They profit off pity, they patent despair, 
This system ain’t broken, it never was fair.

I might know that I’m screwed, but I keep goin’, 
Rain fallin’ hard, and I still keep rowin’. 
Every man’s got a price, every liar’s got a plan, 
They sellin’ salvation to the desperate man.

Truth’s outta stock, but they’ll sell you pride, 
I just roll down this road, no mask to hide. 
The world’s on fire, I smell the proof, 
But hell, I still believe in somethin’ true...

I guess there’s just not enough love, 
(Not enough, not enough)
But I keep on goin’, I don’t back down, 
Through the smoke that surrounds.
I just play my song and stand, 
‘Cause there’s just not enough love. 
(Not enough, not enough)
Oh no

The world’s one big mess, like it’s always been, 
Money’s the gospel, and the preacher’s sin. 
They call it progress, but you’re still in danger,
Ain’t much compassion left for a stranger.

They say money don’t change you, it just reveals 
Who you were when you couldn’t afford to feel 
I’ve been real since the rent came due 
Now I sing like I got nothin’ left to lose

Seen a thousand hearts break in line, 
Still I pour that whiskey and call it fine. 
Ain’t no saints in these small-town bars, 
Just dreamers nursin’ busted scars. 
Still I walk, still I shout, still I laugh,
No preacher’s words can smooth my path.

Maybe there’s just enough love  
(Just enough, just enough…)
Keep the lights on, fake the trust  
While the world keep turnin’ rough  
You gotta stand your ground, 
Maybe there’s enough love to go around. 
(Just enough, just enough…)

Maybe there’s still some love left  
Buried deep enough…
(Just enough, just enough…)
(Just enough, just enough…)

Not Enough Love

Waves of the New

Out of Reach

Out of Reach

Sincere Engineer