One, two, three, four!

I wake up in a borrowed shirt,
coffee cold, my knuckles hurt.
No plan, no prayer, no peace of mind,
just a spark that I can’t hide.

They say I talk too loud,
I say they live too quiet.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

City lights blur on my skin,
every siren feels like kin.
They write rules, I burn them slow,
’cause what I am, they’ll never know.

They say I’m bound to fall,
I say I’m built to crash.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Clap your hands, stomp the floor,
I want less talk, give me more.
Every noise I make’s my prayer,
every breath says I’m still here.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need your rules,
I don’t need your crown.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

I don’t need your crowd (Garage Rock reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

New tracks tagged #Reverse Licks FX