A cover of Glen Hansards Falling Slowly. This song won an oscar for best song, from the film Once. 

Falling Slowly (Glen Hansard)

The International Songwriting Competition First Place Winner in Pop/Top 40. Taken from the debut album, "The Disappearance of the Girl"

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Ambient tracks for a travel-inspired album designed for the perfect road trip or journey. The songs blend atmospheric soundscapes with elements of electronica, chillout, and cinematic vibes. 

Far From the Noise

[Lyrics]

Spreading truth, revealing lies,
The hidden enemy in disguise.
The Pale Rider rides the streets,
But now…?
One press of a button, and the world repeats.


The darkness spreads, the blind take form,
Painted black in a mindless storm.
With twisted scythes of broken thought,
They strike the ones who still are taught.
A plague of ignorance takes its hold,
And the Pale Rider stands alone.


The Pale Rider whispers low,
"You’ve been deceived—you do not know."
A shadow’s voice, a gateway to hell.
But now…?
One press of a button, and the lie is retold well.


The darkness spreads, the blind take form,
Painted black in a mindless storm.
With twisted scythes of broken thought,
They strike the ones who still are taught.
A plague of ignorance takes its hold,
And the Pale Rider stands alone.


Behind him follows plague and death,
As ignorance shouts out his name.
The ones who trusted, gasping, fall,
Their sickness spread, their voices maimed.
And yet the Rider only grins…


The darkness spreads, the blind take form,
Painted black in a mindless storm.
With twisted scythes of broken thought,
They strike the ones who still are taught.
A plague of ignorance takes its hold,
And the Pale Rider stands alone.


The fallen rise… their bodies change…
Oh, behold—
They bear his form, they ride his fate!
And so his gospel spreads again…


The darkness spreads, the blind take form,
Painted black in a mindless storm.
With twisted scythes of broken thought,
They strike the ones who still are taught.
A plague of ignorance takes its hold,
And the Pale Rider leads his horde.


The Pale Riders burn in fire bright,
Wisdom’s shield repels the blight.
The flame of knowledge cleanses all,
And now the liar’s voice must fall.

Yet when the fire flickers low,
Somewhere new, the Rider grows…

Wisdom-Age End

Other

The Lying Pale Rider

We were young, we were wild, chasing dreams without a plan,
Laughing loud, staying up, writing stories in the sand.
Time moved on, like the waves, washing footprints out to sea,
But somehow, through the distance, you were always there for me.

Oh, we learned to fall, we learned to rise,
Saw the truth behind our eyes.
Every scar, every tear, made us stronger through the years.

We’re not perfect, but who is?
We've got battle wounds and reckless hearts to give.
Through the storms and through the shine,
You have always been a hand in mine.
We made mistakes, we’ve come undone,
But that’s how we found the ones we love.

Lines have formed on our skin, stories whispered in the light,
We’ve lost things, we’ve let go, but some things still feel right.
Love’s not gold, love’s not pure, it’s a fire that learns to burn,
And every flaw, every crack, is a lesson that we’ve earned.

Oh, we learned to break, we learned to mend,
Turned our strangers into friends.
Every dream, every fight, led us here into the light.
We’re not perfect, but who is?
We've got battle wounds and reckless hearts to give.
Through the storms and through the shine,
You have always been a hand in mine.
We made mistakes, we’ve come undone,
But that’s how we found the ones we love.

Years will pass, and we’ll look back,
At the roads we walked and the love we had.
Through every fall, through every climb,
You were my heart through all this time.

We’re not perfect, but that’s alright,
We found love in all the flaws of life.
Through the years, through the change,
Some things fade, but love remains.



Through The Years

Burning Bright

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sincerely yours (piano cello duet)

This is Delphi… unplugged.
No fire, no flash, no sun-lit script.
Just the rhythm of thread
and a name they skipped.

Delphi Unplugged

Dawn

Without Ya (Prod. @prod.bylevi)

I don’t write songs in the traditional sense. I prioritize sound and theme over grammar or logical narrative. I often look between the moments we usually skip — the pauses, the loops, the unfinished thoughts.

It’s immersive, like film music — but you have to imagine the film.

I listen to myself. I write down what the song says.
Sometimes it says:
Can. Can’t. Fight. Bite.
Sometimes it says:
Text the moon, please.

You’re not supposed to “understand” it.
But you’re welcome to feel what it means.

This style — I sometimes refer to it as Beat Listened.

Delphi Unplugged

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