Three voices, one family breaking apart. A mysterious neighbor with an open door and endless tea. A blues-folk story about the three poisons we carry—greed, anger, and numbness—and the unexpected way we learn to set them down. Told through the eyes of a daughter scrolling her pain away, a son burning with rage, and a mother who's forgotten how to feel. Sometimes the person who saves you is just a mirror showing you who you already are.

Inspired by Buddhist parables and modern urban loneliness. Pour yourself some tea and listen.

Lyrics: 
Verse 1 
There's a rooster in my chest, won't let me rest, 
Peckin' all night long, sayin' more, more, more 
There's a snake wrapped 'round my son's young heart, 
Spittin' poison through a bedroom door 
And mama's gone to somewhere we can't reach, 
Like a pig with its eyes rolled back 
We're three people eatin' dinner in silence, 
Each one walkin' a different track

Chorus 
But there's a light on in apartment 4B, 
Door standin' open wide 
Kettle singin' on the stove, 
And an old woman waitin' inside 
She says, "Child, come in from the rain, 
Let me show you somethin' true— 
The one you're lookin' for to save you, 
Baby, that's already you"

Verse 2 
She was ancient as the hills, that Mrs. Chen, 
With a face like a walnut tree 
And she had this way of knowin' 
What was eatin' you and me 
She'd say, "Girl, you tryin' to hold water in your fists? 
Boy, those coals are burnin' your hands. 
Mama, you can't hide from your own heartbeat— 
That ain't livin', that's just sand"

Chorus 
There's a light on in apartment 4B, 
Tea cups on the table set She says, 
"Don't pray to me, just breathe with me, 
Imagine who you haven't met— 
The you that don't need what you ain't got, 
The you that don't need to fight, 
The you that ain't afraid to feel— 
Baby, that's your birthright"

Verse 3 
She told my girl, "When the wantin' starts to claw, 
Picture someone satisfied 
Not 'cause they got everything, 
But 'cause they got nothin' to hide" 
She told my boy, "When the hatred starts to burn, 
Try to see through their eyes— 
Hurt people hurt people, son, 
That ain't judgment, that's just life"

Bridge 
And she sat with me, Lord, she sat with me, 
While I cried for the first time in a year 
She said, "You think you're separate from your pain, 
But that's the lie, my dear 
When you numb yourself from sufferin', 
You numb yourself from joy— 
The door's been locked from the inside, 
And you're the one with the key, boy"

Verse 4 
Six months passed like morning rain, 
Somethin' shifted in our home 
My daughter put her phone down smilin', 
My son stopped throwin' stones 
I picked up a paintbrush, my hands rememberin', 
What it felt like to be whole 
We'd sit in 4B every Tuesday, 
Drinkin' tea and feedin' our souls

Chorus 
Yeah, there's a light on in apartment 4B, 
We're laughin' like we're free 
She says, "See? The jewel was in the lotus, 
You just couldn't see 
The mud don't hide your nature, 
It's where the lotus grows— 
Your greed, your rage, your blindness, 
That's the only path home"

Verse 5 
Then one Tuesday the door was empty, 
Just a kettle and a note It said, 
"The door was always yours, my loves, 
I just held it while you learned to float 
Keep it open, keep it brewin', 
Someone else will need a light— 
I wasn't up there savin' you, 
I was just your mirror shinin' bright"

Breakdown/Spoken Word over soft guitar 
And we understood then, 
Sittin' in that empty room, 
She was never someone else— 
She was just what we could become 
When we stopped pretendin' 
We were separate from the pain, 
Separate from each other, 
Separate from the rain

Final Verse 
Now we live in 4B, keepin' that door wide, 
Kettle singin' all day long 
When the angry boy walks past, my son says, "Hey, I know that song" 
When the woman with the vacant eyes comes by, 
I hand her a brush and say, "Paint" 
When the girl can't stop scrollin', my daughter smiles, 
Says, "I used to be you, ain't that quaint?"


The Woman in 4B

This song if about helping a friend get older and move on though things have been tough growing up.

Where we belong

Guitar Noodling  - solo

Guitar Noodling - layered

Leapfrog

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poor_Boy_Blues

Without A Shadow Of Doubt

Poor Boy, Long Ways From Home

Poor Boy, Long Ways From Home (Oct. 2025)

Acoustic  Solo,  In D major

A song about struggling with mental health.

The Stranded Sessions

Old Familiar Ways

i wrote cup of tea a few months back when i felt like i was failing every interaction i had with anyone. it was a few months after i'd moved to nashville, and as i was starting to establish some real friendships, i constantly felt like i was backtracking. everyone continued to treat me with kindness and eagerness, but i was my own worst critic.

this is one of those songs that serves as a stream of consciousness. i really wasn't a fan of it when i wrote it and i think even now that this song might not be for everyone. but then again, maybe i'm criticizing myself more than anyone else will. 

i take the metaphor really far but all of the food references can work for thanksgiving- i love a theme ;) 

also this upload is being completed at two in the morning on a weekday before i go to spend thanksgiving with family so if it's incoherent, sorry, that's two weeks in a row of late-night edits whoops

cup of tea (original, acoustic)

Finger Picking Song version 3 (SBIB remake)

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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Solo singer and acoustic guitarist based in the North East of England. A real human. Being. No A.I. No auto-tune. Black Sheep.

Hi I’m Isaiah I’m a young singer songwriter who lives in Australia and hope you enjoy listening to my music, send me a message if you need someone to help you write or juts want to ask about my music

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This artist likes to mix genres. His influences range from metal, classical, idm to world.

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