Hearts Of Ivory

Kill My Mind

Blood on your hands

When the streets were empty by Hope Street. Taken from their 2022 album, Life.

Hope Street are an indie rock band from the UK. Joe Tibbits - Vocals and Guitar, Barry Harman - Bass guitar.

This song is about the Covid pandemic and the crazy times which we all endured...

Life

When The Streets Were Empty

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

Follow the Truth is the first single of the upcoming album "Awakening"

Follow the Truth

I've been shipped around these islands since i was seventeen.
Finally, I found the time to take it all easy.
You offered up your violence, but I'm largely sedentary. 
The singular collection of star dust that's left for me.

You came to me all smiling, but it wasn't what it seemed.
You placed me in a cage, and then you threw away the key.
I offered nought but silence to escape your hedgmony. 
Whilst picking through the bones in an attempt at living free.

Dreams aren't ever as they seem. 
People scrape by and scheme.
People sing their own songs.
Dreams, where the doors are closing.
The booming voice from within.
Says wait for things to go wrong.

See this relationship begat a pile of your debris.
The mask came creeping formless in the shape of pleasantries. 
You offered up compliance, but then asked me for a fee.
It cost as much as anything, as much as sanity. 

The shadowbans, my biggest fan, a waking reverie.
A place to spend the winter where the winds aren't so heavy.
You sold me out for pennies cos the costs were heavenly.
A separation brought on by the waters of the sea.

Dreams of a type and a theme.
Into soft melodies 
With people dancing along.
Dreams are warnings sent by a friend.
Who knows to what they portend?
Suppose they speed things along.

The link that held together had been severed long before. 
A chink that turned forever into kind of nevermore.
A difference of opinion can be all kinds of deathly.
You bought a brand new lock and then you threw away the key. 

Threw Away The Key

Cherry Blossom Tree

In the Air this Morning

Featuring:
Brittany Hadley: Vocals
Chris Kuklis: Guitar 
Produced by: Jason Metzner and Chris Kuklis

Don't Judge My Man By His Lover

Cabin Fever

Come To Me

Having a good time making me some music:)

Cherry Blossom Tree

Tila