Yeah…
That long road hums beneath my feet,
And the air tastes like yesterday’s heat.
Somewhere between the dirt and the sky,
I left my name behind to dry.

Sunrise cracked the open land,
Dust ran slow through my hand.
No map, no mark, no guarantee —
Just the sun and dust on me.

Sun and dust on me, rolling free,
Every mile a memory.
If I fade, just let it be —
Sun and dust on me.

Cowbird calling on the fence line wire,
Boots stained red from a long day’s fire.
Sky hums low, horizon wide,
Sweat and mercy side by side.
Ain’t no preacher, ain’t no creed,
Just the rhythm of what I need.

Sun and dust on me, rolling free,
Every mile a memory.
If I fade, just let it be —
Sun and dust on me.

Hey now —
The world spins slow when you walk alone,
But even dust will find its home.
Kick that stone, hum that tune,
Even a wanderer prays for the moon.

Sun and dust on me, rolling free,
Ain’t no chain can humble me.
All my sins blow through the trees,
Sun and dust, that’s all I need.


[Outro – short, minimal]
Daylight fades, my shadow slow,
Dust turns gold where the rivers go.
If the road forgets my name, let it be —
I was here.
Sun and dust on me.

Sun and dust on me

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.

Spring sprung the other day here in the UK & there's a scent in the rain again.

Sun and dust on me

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