Let HeR TouCh thE SuN.  Chrome Dolphins/Pale1

ni todos mis santos ni mis demonios. solo barras.

excalibur

this shall pass

Had this on my drive foreer so just putting it out there i guess... Bridges written by a very talented extinct bird

Brighter prod. ReinerTheGod

Poetronic

A melody born from the silence we keep
From words we never spoke
From tears we held back
For time slowly wears down the soul

These are the gestures of everyday life
Seemingly simple, yet heavy with meaning
Erasing oneself to bring peace, hiding pain
Conforming just to avoid disturbing

It’s the reflection of a love that endures
Of those who give without counting
Who receive nothing in return
And slowly forget themselves along the way

A Life of Sacrifice

From The Teddington Chronicles — a folk ballad cycle written among the quiet lanes and river paths of Teddington, in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames.
"The Turn at Kingston Lane" captures a quiet moment of choice — a muddy footpath, damp hedgerows, and the breath just before change.
Set to traditional acoustic strings, the song reflects a solitary walk and a shift in resolve — neither tragic nor triumphant, but deeply personal.
This track continues the album’s thread of reflection, decision, and emotional pacing shaped by the local terrain.
Perfect for still evenings, grey mornings, and gentle thought.

[LYRICS]

The path grew narrow at the turn,
Where Kingston meets the lane.
I paused before the muddy track,
Then stepped through wind and rain.

The hedgerows swayed with whispered doubts,
Their thorns held drops of past.
But forward lay a clearing sky; 
The kind that doesn’t last.

Some roads are walked by choice alone,
No map, no sign, no chain.
And something shifts the moment you
Turn down the lane again.

I knew the path would pull me back
To where I once belonged.
But something in the silence said
That staying would be wrong.

A robin watched, then flew ahead,
As if to guide the way.
Its wings cut clean through memory; 
I followed, come what may.

Some roads are walked by choice alone,
No map, no sign, no chain.
And something shifts the moment you
Turn down the lane again.

I didn’t look for answers there,
Just space to breathe and see.
And when I reached the crooked gate,
It softly let me be.

Some roads are walked by choice alone,
No path returns the same.
But peace began that morning on
The turn at Kingston Lane.

And some turns lead you forward even as you look behind.

The Turn at Kingston Lane – A Pause Before the Rain (Lyrics Below)

Freestyle, from the broken places... I do not own the magnificent beat that is being destroyed by these lyrical rockets.

nO ReFleCtiOn.(Part1)  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Freestyle, part 2 of the onslaught, I do not own this beat.

nO RefLeCtiON. (Part2) Pale1 "Freestyle"

Freestyle, from the broken places, not my beat.

sUrgICaL FeeLings.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Fold the Day Like Linen Fine is a gentle, reflective ballad — a lullaby not for children, but for the soul of the adult listener. Sung as a tender duet between male and female voices, the song unfolds like a quiet walk through memory and presence, guiding the listener from the stillness of dawn to the peace of nightfall. It speaks to the part of us that longs for calm, meaning, and reconnection — as if whispering to the inner child we all carry.

The piece was inspired during an extended stay in Teddington, a peaceful riverside town in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames. Known for the River Thames, Bushy Park, and tree-lined footpaths, Teddington offered the emotional and sensory backdrop for the song. Its swans, footbridges, morning mist, and soft evening light shaped the rhythm and imagery of the lyrics.

This is a song of gentle invitations to observe, to breathe, to carry forward the quiet lessons nature offers. Each verse is crafted with balance and clarity, allowing the voices to blend as one: steady, warm, and grounded. It is both a folk song and an adult lullaby, rooted in acoustic storytelling and shaped by the emotional needs of modern life to slow down, to feel seen, and to rise whole again.

The duet carries its message not with urgency, but with quiet compassion. It doesn’t instruct, it simply walks beside the listener. Ideal for slow mornings, reflective evenings, quiet walks, or meditative spaces, this is a piece for those drawn to lyrical folk music or anyone seeking a return to peace.

At heart, this song is a love letter to the quiet corners of Greater London and to the stillness we rediscover when we learn to listen. A musical reminder that peace isn’t something we chase, it’s something we remember.

[LYRICS]

Rise, O soul, before the song
Of robins waking all day long
The river shines in silver light
And waits beneath the edge of night

Go walk where bending grasses lean
And let the hush bring something clean
A quiet truth you’ve always known
May rise and walk with you, alone

Step lightly where the wood beams wide
Across the stream with gentle tide
The roots below still drink and grow
While water hums the things it knows

Rest where the light and shadows fall
And swans drift slow beyond it all
Their peace won’t come if you give chase
It comes with time, and leaves no trace

Let laughter sound like morning bells
From children’s games the moment tells
And if your heart begins to sway,
Then let it lead you on your way

Take in the light on moving leaves
And learn from all a good heart grieves
It doesn’t cling, it doesn’t stay;
It shines, then gently slips away

Let shifting light in branches bare
Remind you love is always there
It comes, then goes, then comes once more
Just like it always did before

Watch how the bird lifts up and flies
With no regret, no need to stay
It takes to sky without a sound
Then leaves no weight upon the ground

See how the grass leans low, then right
It doesn't mind the fall of night
Though wind may press and dusk may call,
It still stands tall through rise and fall

Hear how the breeze begins to slow
As shadows stretch and soften low
Let silence sit, a gentle friend,
That helps you breathe and helps you mend

Sit near the stream that moves with care
And let go what still lingers there
Let stillness speak, let troubles cease;
For even pain will look for peace

See how the stars begin to show
As sky grows dark and time moves slow
So too your soul in quiet space
May shine again with steady grace

Now fold the day like linen fine
With hands that feel the peace is mine
And rise again when morning comes;
A better soul, for all you’ve done

Now carry forward what you’ve known,
The quiet path you made your own.
The quiet path you made your own.


Fold the Day Like Linen Fine – An Adult Lullaby for the Inner Child (Lyrics Below)

Pitch Side:

I hate the reminders
I hate the reminders
I hate the reminders

Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Leave it all to paint
Need it all to paint
Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Leave it all to paint
Need it all to paint

You’re, you’re, you’re all I’ve ever needed, why?
Freedom wraps the soul, tight
Needless of the time, shy

I want to raise the checks
I don’t want to raise my keeps
I don’t want to raise the steps
I just want to raise belief
I feel damned to act insane so cunningly
And it hands me progress
The demands I want to contain, I cannot reach

I know, I know
I know what it takes
I know, I know what’s at stake
I know, I know what it takes
I know, I know what’s to break

Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Leave it all to paint
Need it all to paint
Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Leave it all to paint
Need it all to paint

Two-sided brain
Misled by common strain
Within the chase
Nor I can seal the case

No way to feel the past collateral
From myself, to put a lot of weight on me
I can’t fill a field when something unfilled
Remakes to put a cape on me

Again, the paint’s from me
The paint I try to bleach
No one sees my seek
I fight in hidden creeps
Painting in my seat
Plain sight but under reach
Painting in my seat
Painting in my seat

Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Leave it all to paint
Need it all to paint
Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Leave it all to paint
Need it all to paint

You’re, you’re, you’re all I’ve ever needed, why?
You’re, you’re, you’re all I’ve ever needed

Pitch side
I'm bleeding from my main
Brain
To see what I will gain
Again
Hung it all to paint
Uh
Bled it out to paint

Pitch Side

Written and produced by Pale1. Chrome Dolphins, soul spill, featuring GunMoUTh. 

GaLactiK sKarZ. Pale1/ChromeDolphins

Freestyle, from the broken place, featuring Soulfire and GunMouth. Not my beat.

tHe Mo0n stArts tO krumble like gLaSs.  Pale1 "freestyle"

Flamethrower.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Written and produced by Pale1/ChromeDolphins-Vocals:Soulfire

SouLfIRe.  Pale1/ChromeDolphins

a work in progress captured in one take on my phone.
Unpolished and honest, it’s a glimpse into the emotional tightrope we all walk sometimes.
Still shaping this one, but wanted to share the feeling while it’s fresh.

thanks for listening

lyrics:

the face, it lights up the night
and I can't tell if it's a disgrace

just hold my hand and I'll wonder why

let's dance with our ghost tonight
and we'll find the shadows
of our hearts

and I don't know if I'll crucify my time

can you just walk on that tightrope line
oh, just watch as the wind blows away

you'll have to balance
as that tightrope sways

Tight Rope (Sample / WIP)

I don't really sing but I love creating art

Pale1, Freestyler, Poet, Soul Rider, Fighter, Creator/founder/producer/writer of the Chrome Dolphins. GunMouth,SoulFire,Pale1, Sizzle(members)

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Doing Music shit for fun. DM for Pics of ugly fish

Howdy! I’m Alexander Rivers, a songwriter, guitarist, and student of voice. These are raw, one-take sketches recorded on my phone whenever I pick up a guitar. I’m finding my sound, stretching into something new, just truth in the moment.

Thanks for listening!

New tracks tagged #poetic