Under a blue sky, summer showin’ no pity,
Heatwave hittin’ hard on my old country city.
Ground crackin’, cattle wheezin’,
I’m sweatin’ like a felon in a cell with no reason.
Warm beer in my hand, no breeze in the air,
Days drag on, heavy like despair.
Dreamin’ of a storm to come wash it away,
But the sun just laughs, burnin’ all day.

Yo, heatwave, you a devil in flames,
Burnin’ my heart, dryin’ out my dreams.
I need some shade, a cold wind from the north,
But you stay ruthless, killin’ me of course.
Heatwave, heatwave, let me breathe,
I’m thirsty for cool, for some love beneath the trees.

My girl skipped town, couldn’t take the blaze,
Chased AC dreams in the city haze.
Tractor coughin’, dust clouds risin’,
Boots stickin’ to the earth, horizon’s tyrant.
Crickets cryin’ in the midnight heat,
But even after dark, there’s no relief.
Don’t know if I’ll make it till autumn’s call,
This wave of fire’s eatin’ me raw.

Yo, heatwave, you a devil in flames,
Burnin’ my heart, dryin’ out my dreams.
I need some shade, a cold wind from the north,
But you stay ruthless, killin’ me of course.
Heatwave, heatwave, let me breathe,
I’m thirsty for cool, for some love beneath the trees.

One day clouds gonna gather in the sky,
Rain will fall down, blessin’ my life.
I’ll dance bare-chested in the holy storm,
Forget this hell, reborn and warm.

Heatwave, you a devil in flames,
Burnin’ my heart, dryin’ out my dreams.
I need some shade, a cold wind from the north,
But you stay ruthless, killin’ me of course.
Heatwave, heatwave, let me breathe,
I’m thirsty for cool, for some love beneath the trees.

Heatwave (Boom Bap reload)

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.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Heatwave (Boom Bap reload)

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