I’m so cold 
sittin’ here all alone, freezing while ur warm at home
Don’t mind me
I’ll get by on my memories of sunny days & gentle breezes
They always warm me up a little bit
Just thinkin’ about them bygone days when I was just a little kid
We didn’t have much but we sure had love
We sure had love, at least enough of it
Enough to keep me warm on days like this
Days like this
Livin’ in the back seat of my Buick
Parked outside of truck stops & convenience stores
No cash to wash my drawers, but I gotta keep movin’
20 below and I gotta shut the engine down
Coz the sound will attract attention and they’ll run me off
Can’t seem to shake this cough and I’m seein’ blood
Oh woh oh, Oh woh oh, Oh woh oh ohh
Oh woh oh-oh, Oh woh oh-oh, Oh woh oh-ohh

Fly away
In our minds we’ll fly away, feel no pain, no loneliness today
Don’t cry for me
I’ll get by on my memories of sunny days & gentle breezes
They always warned me “Don’t get used to this. Sorrow fills the cracks and when it freezes, your heart can break again.”
We didn’t have much but we sure had love
We sure had love, at least enough of it
Enough to keep me warm on days like this
Days like this
Livin’ in a tent under a freeway overpass, freezin’ my ass off
Wonderin’ when they’ll come around and make me pay a fine
It’s just a matter of time
Frostbite creepin’ up my arms and legs, suicidal thoughts runnin’ through my head, can’t pay for a doctor, can’t afford to die, and I wonder why I even try
Oh woh oh, Oh woh oh, Oh woh oh ohh
Oh woh oh-oh, Oh woh oh-oh, Oh woh oh-ohh
They always warned me “Don’t get used to this. Sorrow fills the cracks and when it freezes, your heart can break again.”
We didn’t have much but we sure had love
We sure had love, at least enough of it
Enough to keep me warm on days like this
Days like this
Days like this
Days like this

Days Like This

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Woke up late, no heat, no light  
Fridge is buzzin', empty inside  
Shoes all torn, no place to go  
Same old song, and nothing to show

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

Cold floor, no bed  
Voices runnin’ in his head  
Used to dance, now he crawls  
Cracked wall, and silence calls

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

Drinks too much  
Sleeps all day  
Breaks what’s good  
Then walks away  
Says “next time”  
But never learns  
Lights go out  
And bridges burn

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

Drinks too much  
Sleeps all day  
Breaks what’s good  
Then walks away  
Says “next time”  
But never learns  
Lights go out  
And bridges burn

Drinks too much  
Sleeps all day  
Breaks what’s good  
Then walks away  
Says “next time”  
But never learns  
Lights go out  
And bridges burn

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

He had it all  
Now he got none  
Blames the world  
But he’s the one

Honestly about my father

In this song I talk about the professional type of heartbreak...

The one where you waste years of your life building a career, only for new management to come in and just straight up pulling the carpet right off from under your feet...

I had a job that I actually really liked...

This job was where I really found myself...

Believed that I belong somewhere in this cold world...

Felt like I did the right thing...

Felt fulfilled, even...

Now, I am jobless, and searching for new opportunities...

Let's just say, in todays economy, I will be glad I find a flippin' burger flippin' gig, let alone a job that actually means something to me...

Also, and this is a side note, I tried something new with the mixing of this song, and that failed spectacularly!!

ALSO also, I wanted to do soooo much more when it comes to this project. Unfortunately, I seem to have completely lost all meaning and motivation to really do anything, so this is what you get...

This year has been just terrible for me. I swear I will try to make it right in the next song...

For those wondering, the beat used is called:
[FREE] tana type beat - results

Beat maker:
https://www.youtube.com/@prodjissa

You should check it out, as it's an incredible instrumental. Just wish that I could've done more with it...

Ceiling fan (prod. jissa)

Amapiano meets soul in "Hunger’s Cry" — a deeply moving house track inspired by the silent resilience of a young boy overlooked by the world. Crafted by none other than J-Bay's finest music producer, "ARK1". A multi genre producer making waves across the country, literally.

Opening with a hauntingly beautiful piano melody, the beat slowly lifts as a spiritual electric guitar weaves emotion into every note. A rich, expressive saxophone cries through the rhythm like a voice from the streets — echoing hunger, hope, and the search for dignity.

This is more than music. It's a journey through the eyes of a child walking barefoot through a world that refuses to see him. A sonic reminder of the struggle hidden in plain sight.

Let the log drum heartbeat guide you. Let the melody remind you to feel.

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Hunger's Cry

Bev joins the Bow Tie Guy to reflect on their time at Celebrate Recovery Summit as well as their experience serving on the Tent ministry at His Place

Mess it Up Show 385 - Palimpsest

Jeff Graham Show Aug. 8, 2025

a cry for help (prod. Prod. Sleepyy + waizener)

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Beatrice and Tracy speak with journalist Rebecca Burns about how Trump’s takeover of D.C. and threats to send the National Guard into U.S. cities under the auspices of fighting a “crime emergency” and “endemic” homelessness echo the policy proposals and model bills of the Cicero Institute, a right wing think tank run by a co-founder of Palantir.

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Teaser - The Cicero Institute and the Making of the Fascist City w/ Rebecca Burns (08/25/25)

Jeff Graham Show Aug. 27, 2025

Music for 'Outcasts' radio documentary in the A SENSE OF PLACE series.
Broadcast on BBC Essex in 2002. Song written and performed by Chris Jones.
Series produced by Anton Jarvis.

Where's My Life? by Chris Jones

I upload one song every first of each month. Started January 2023, ending never.

Fantáziám megzenésítése, mert nekem azt mondta a chat gp, hogy írjam ki magamból. Hát én kiírom. :)

I need a music manager.
Contact Info - ark1recordsza@gmail.com
For Merch Contact - admin@surfsupjbay.co.za
My name is Jayson Joshua Ontong, I also go by the stage name: ARKiNN & ARK1, I Specialize In Composing Various Types Of Genres, Remixing And Vocals, Radio Jingles, Amapiano, Afro House, EDM, Drum&Bass, Dubstep, Film Score and Many More. I am a Graphic Designer, Creative Artist, Social Media Infleuncer, and Gamer.

We are your peas and carrots for recovery and beyond!

Politics, culture, and public policy from the left. Stay alive another week.

w/ Beatrice Adler-Bolton, Artie Vierkant, Phil Rocco and Jules Gill-Peterson. 

https://www.patreon.com/deathpanelpod

Ex-BBC Broadcaster readings of poetry & stories + archive radio/audio features. PLEASE SHARE LINKS with others. 
I’m a self-confessed sound, speech and language nerd.

New tracks tagged #HOMELESS