The Siren

Coal Truck - Combstead / Robert Grigg

It's the Fourth ("IV") because this song has seen many permutations, and I've raided this pattern for bits of other tracks — like "Hope" on my last album. But it finally gets its due. I think it's about love or need or infatuation. Maybe even fear and admiration, but like, in a lightweight way.

Saturn IV

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

Clear My Mind

Tomorrow's Chill (new vocals mix)

Cherry Blossom Tree

If life's just a short interlude.
'pon which we just briefly intrude. 
If the light is the darkest 'fore dawn.
And the kids didn't ask to be born.
Just a dapple of light through the trees.
Feathers hang on the breeze.

If the world's just an apple in a space.
That the prothets can't put in its place.
It there anything out there or no?
Just a indifferent void that's let go.
Just a ember of fire that briefly transpires and glows. 

If someone comes up with a way.
For us to move forward and say.
Oh, remember when we used to pay.
For the things that were ours anyway  
All is dark and undone, all is pressed up and worn out, okay?

A light that can pierce through in the dark.
The right way to ignite the spark. 
A look from the edge of the sky.
An awkward exchange you let by. 
Sudden kindling of lovers who hated each other for years. 

If life's just a short interlude.
Upon which we just briefly intrude. 
Then as we're not here to stay.
Let's go out and enjoy the day.




[An Interlude]

“Echoes of You” is a song of grief and remembrance, capturing the ache of absence and the lingering presence of a husband who has passed away. It portrays the emptiness left behind in everyday objects and spaces while emphasizing how memories continue to echo through the halls of the heart. The song balances sorrow with tenderness, honoring love that endures even as time moves forward.  

Download from my Google drive below.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1usgq5R9lwy0JKlKA7G-Mtp6bHXsLYU7x/view?usp=drivesdk


(Verse)
The chair by the window is empty today
It used to hold your stories
Your laughter
Your sway
The clock ticks slow, but it won’t turn back
It just carries the weight of what I lack

(Prechorus)
The photographs don’t answer me
They’re silent as the stars

(Chorus)
I miss you
I miss you
In every shadow
Every hue
The echoes of you
Still walk these halls
Still whisper through
I miss you

(Verse 2)
Your old coat still hangs by the door
Frayed at the edges but I need it more
The scent of you fades
But I hold my breath
Afraid to lose the last of what’s left

(Prechorus)
The wind outside calls out your name
But it’s never quite the same

(Chorus)
I miss you
I miss you
In every shadow
Every hue
The echoes of you
Still walk these halls
Still whisper through
I miss you

Echoes of You

My good friend has created “Nashville City Limits” as a songwriter’s reckoning — a soulful, storyteller-driven album about chasing music, chasing truth, and learning where your own limits really are.
These songs blend acoustic warmth, country-folk heart, and Nashville-flavored lyric honesty, each track unfolding like a page from a road-worn journal.
It’s part love letter, part warning flare, part confession from a woman who’s learned the price of dreams and the cost of settling.
If you’ve ever stood on the edge of something big — wondering if it’ll break your heart or set you free — this record will feel like home. 
Description by; Jake Hargrove music writer

Nashville City Limits

Guitar, picking, lyrical, raw, emotional, love, longing, clear, romantic, relaxed, sentimental, sweet, heartfelt, live performance, calm, loving, caring soul, ballad, pleasant. Easy listening, 60’s70’s vibe, good

Darlin Don't Be Long

Having a good time making me some music:)

Cherry Blossom Tree

Tila