I came down from the holler with a banjo in my hand,
City lights looked through me like I was made of sand,
They said “Boy, that hill-folk sound won’t ever ring true,”
But I pluck those strings to show what I can do.
The skyline mocked my boots, the pavement bruised my pride,
Yet I’ll play this tune till the night turns inside,
My chords will climb where their towers stand tall,
And my heart will echo louder than their steel wall.

I’ll play faster than my demons, faster than they ride,
With every roll of the pick I’ll run them out of sight,
From the mountain to the city I’ll claim my place,
Banjo in the dawn-light, fire in my face.
They can doubt the wood and the mountain air,
But I’ll show my worth with the strings I bear.

They called it simple, called it old-time and small,
But the echo of the hills still answers the call,
In the smoke of their factories I feel the cord snap,
And the hammer-sound of the city hears my clap.
Mandoline rings like a bell in the dark,
Guitar hums the heartbeat of a hidden spark,
Street-neon may flicker, their hands may sneer,
But I’ll banish the hurt with the sound they fear.

I’ll play faster than my demons, faster than they ride,
With every roll of the pick I’ll run them out of sight,
From the mountain to the city I’ll claim my place,
Banjo in the dawn-light, fire in my face.
They can doubt the wood and the mountain air,
But I’ll show my worth with the strings I bear.

When the traffic roars and the night lies wide,
In my cabin of strings I’ll bide, I’ll bide,
They may wear their suits and judge my land,
But I carry mountains in the palm of my hand.

I’ll play faster than my demons, faster than they ride,
With every roll of the pick I’ll run them out of sight,
From the mountain to the city I’ll claim my place,
Banjo in the dawn-light, fire in my face.
They can doubt the wood and the mountain air,
But I’ll show my worth with the strings I bear.


I’ll play faster than my demons

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’ll play faster than my demons

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