Do For Me


We got codes so you would never fit in
We not slow snap back like a fitted.

A sultry and sweet pair. Paige Wood and Steven Dies.   Formed in California but existing elsewhere. Crispy velvet-dipped pieces of psychedelic doo-wop soul, electric riff country and interstellar outlaw jazz.

Together they have aggregated their influences and landed between genres, citing inspiration from artists like PJ Harvey, Gary Numan, Nancy Sinatra, The Cramps, Lee Hazelwood, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, Led Zeppelin, DEVO, and Portishead. The Peach Kings live in a sweet spot between the polish and the dirt, the glide and the swagger, the analog and the digital.

هنا ... أئمن مكان عالأرض 

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.


Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us LIVE to make men FREE,
While God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
God is marching on!

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

من أنا لأقول لكم ما أقول لكم ! ..

I make a living by Medicine, but I can't live without Music!
& I believe I'm a Musician in the parallel world regardless of the hard science I do in this world SO:
"Thank you Music for being there when no-one else was!"
(To Artists: Please do NOT unsolicitedly message your tracks  more than once, Thanks)

پیانیست | موسیقی‌باز

When I listen to music, I lose touch with my body and turn into a soul that no longer belongs anywhere. I was born in Iowa, grew up listening to jazz and blues in Chicago, spent many years in the Middle East studying Persian and Arabic literature, and was exposed to the beauty of African music. To be honest, though, not even literature can move me emotionally like music does.