
[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Kit Wright
b. 1944

The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowgal version)

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

🎵 Tick… Tack…
Indie Folk / Acoustic Singer-Songwriter

This isn’t a song about time.
It’s a song about hearing it — in the middle of joy, in the shadow of light, in every moment that feels too good to last.

Tick… Tack… is for the quiet worriers, the ones who feel endings before beginnings even settle. It’s a stripped-down letter to the future — to the people we hope will laugh louder, live freer, and maybe never hear the ticking clock we couldn’t ignore.

Fingerpicked guitar. Bare vocals. Space to breathe.
There’s no resolution here — just a humble offering:
a lifetime traded for a better shot at theirs.

🎙️ For anyone who’s ever smiled with a weight in their chest.
🎧 For those who work, save, and try — not for themselves, but for the ones they’ll leave behind.

Maybe they’ll never hear the tick… tack.

Lyrics: 

The sea was blue, the sky was gold
But I felt time growing cold
Even in joy, I heard the end
A quiet echo time will send

We chase the sun, we raise a glass
But I just watch the moments pass
The brighter the smile, the deeper the fear
That loss is always standing near

Tick… tack… tick… tack…
Even the good things never come back

So I work, I save, I build, I try
Stack the days 'til my goodbye
No postcards, no weekend lights
Just money left in case they get it right
Maybe they'll laugh where I held back
Maybe they won’t hear the tick… tack…

I don’t know if I’m wired wrong
But joy has never stayed too long
It whispers soft, then fades away
So I push it down, another day

Tick… tack… tick… tack…
Love on a leash, time on a track

So I work, I save, I build, I try
Stack the days 'til my goodbye
No sunset walks, no soft July
Just one last gift when I close my eyes
Maybe they’ll dance where I went slack
Maybe they won’t hear the tick… tack…

And when I’m gone, they’ll open a drawer
Find the silence I was working for
Not songs, not fame, not notes I wrote
Just a wish — spend it well, with hope

So I work, I save, I build, I try
Maybe they’ll soar — maybe they’ll cry
But if they live without holding back...
Maybe they’ll never hear the tick… tack…

Tick... Tack...

“Dream in Reverse” is a bleak, slow-burning portrait of a man pushed to the edge—unemployed, unseen, and unraveling. Every line drips with quiet despair: ghosted job apps, mounting debt, chronic illness, and the cold indifference of a world that’s moved on without him.

Driven by sparse instrumentation and cracked vocals, the track walks the line between resignation and decay.

There’s no light at the end of this tunnel—just the fading hum of an Uber engine, the scratch of a pen on bankruptcy forms, and a whisper that says, “Maybe next never.”

Dream in Reverse

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

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I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
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