I’m heading for the back road, shoes heavy in the dust
I’m heading for the back road, shoes heavy in the dust
Every thought I carry keeps circlin’ back to us

Standin’ still, askin’ myself what a small bag can hold
Standin’ still, askin’ myself what a small bag can hold
I don’t own much of nothin’, but the night’s already cold

Hey now, darlin’, tell me who decides your days
Hey now, darlin’, tell me who decides your days
I keep speakin’ out loud hopin’ someone rearrange

I know someone uptown always busy with her hands
I know someone uptown always busy with her hands
If she don’t slow that motion, she won’t hear where I stand

I don’t fear the promise, I just fear the ground
I don’t fear the promise, I just fear the ground
So I preach to my reflection and keep driftin’ town to town

I’m leavin’ here quietly, tears won’t pull me back
I’m leavin’ here quietly, tears won’t pull me back
Every word you lean on just widens up the track

I don’t fear the promise

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.

I don’t fear the promise

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