Wie geht es den Kindern im Krieg.
How are the children doing in the war.

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She's sad in the Midwest, and has to get herself back to the Far, Far West.

Going Back to the Far West

Fire

Palms on the Table

I know you
You know me
I could never 
Figure out
Why we couldn’t 
See
Eye to eye
I’m not sure
We ever tried
Hard enough
Sure
The going
Was tough
And things
Got rough
But was that
A way to be
Did I really know you
And did you
Really know me
Cause with time
And a chance
To change my mind
I’m beginning to see
That there’s more
Between you and me
Than there used to be
Yeah, than there used to be
So what do you say
Maybe
We can sit down
And meet
And grab a bite to eat
And choose not
To repeat
What failed before
And open up the potential
For doing more
Yeah, more
Together
I know you
You know me
I could never 
Figure out
Why we couldn’t 
See
Eye to eye
I’m not sure
We ever tried
Hard enough
©2025 wr heustis

Not Sure

Lately, as I near the end, I dream of business issues. Starting a new job. Improving productivity. Getting the big sale. Landing a deal. Getting stabbed in the back by your boss. Being targeted for elimination because you're old or your salary is above average. In these dreams, co-workers interview me to find holes on my capabilities. To trip me up. They do not share information. The American Dream.

The American Dream

“Just Another Love Song” is a smooth, soul-soaked confession wrapped in warm Fender Rhodes, a deep pocket bassline, and a late-night groove. It’s not about flashy metaphors or overused romance—it’s about the quiet, real moments that make love last: early morning coffee, steady hands in hard times, comfortable silence, and promises kept.

This track leans into the beauty of simplicity, proving that even the most familiar story can feel brand new when it’s true. With heartfelt lyrics, a laid-back groove, and an emotional guitar solo that says what words can’t, this song is for anyone who’s ever found something real in a world full of clichés.

Yeah, they can call it “just another love song”… but this one is ours.


Just another love song

Cinematic Blues Grit version — slow‑burning, soulful, and wide‑open like the desert night. Expect rich slide guitars, deep resonant bass, and a spacious groove that mirrors the focused rhythm of roping under those burning arena lights

Desert Night Blues

Verse 1 – Dive Bar Universe
Life runs like a dive on the edge of town,
Sticky-tile nights with the lights half down.
Universe leans on the warped old wood,
Grin says trouble, eyes say good.

“Pick your poison, kid, call your shot,”
Menu reads Safe and the Same Old Plot.
I’m done sipping calm from a cracked old cup,
So I nod at the sky and say, “Spike it up.”

Pre-Chorus 1
Past-self groans in the dusty glass,
Future-self claps like, “Let’s outgrow our past.”

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”


Verse 2 – Bike on the Hill
Street tilts cruel and the air runs thin,
Every small doubt crawls over my skin.
Traffic roars loud, whispers, “Turn around,”
But my stubborn heart loves the uphill ground.

Some folks chase smooth, padded days,
Guardrail comfort and familiar ways.
I chase sparks on a crooked climb,
Scraped-up knees but a living mind.

Pre-Chorus 2
Stopping too long on this tilted road
Feels like sliding under the load.

Chorus
Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I raise this life like a shaking lamp,
Rolling uphill while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Verse 3 – Blessings on a Ball of Dirt
Friends hold vigil on this spinning stone,
Root for each underdog, including their own.
Tiny kind acts plant quiet seed,
Growing through concrete, answering need.

Forces I never quite name or see
Tilt small breaks toward you and me.
Every favor I tossed in the dark one day
Rides back home in a bright replay.

Pre-Chorus 3
Even when clouds crowd every view,
Somewhere above, a clear shine breaks through.

Chorus
Pour us a drink that hurts and heals,
Burns our tongues, then shows what’s real.
We raise this world like a shaking lamp,
Walking together while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Bridge – Everybody’s Kink
Every soul walks with a funny crack,
Soft strange fault that holds them back.
Hyper-strong hearts hide tender nights,
Jokers write poems about hard rain lights.

Maybe some watcher who loves our kind
Balanced our courage with these faults assigned.
Said, “For every sharp edge I carve in you,
I’ll leave one weakness to keep you true.”

Final Chorus – Blessing in a Dive Bar
So Universe, lean close, fill my glass,
Mix my failures with a little class.
Line it with dust from my comfort zone,
Salt it with chances I call my own.

Pour me the drink that hurts and heals,
Burns my tongue, then shows what’s real.
I’ll ride this hill with a crooked lamp,
Laughing at danger while you shout, “Champ,
Try not to die while you change your stance—
Just keep choosing the wilder chance.”

Outro
When the jukebox fades and the street turns dim,
I walk out lighter on a reckless whim.
One more round of this crooked camp—
Universe winks, “Go on then, champ.”

Palms on the Table

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