Late Night Soul Blues

If Only

The rain is raining down, my tears don't define me. They set me free. 

Tears Set Me Free (Remastered).mp3

Article XV – The Growth & Healing Accord

Beauty in the ruins

This track is a reflection of the kind of person I strive to be. Loving, caring and kind. I hope you like my song! Love you all!

I Will Hold Your Hand

Dono or Support

Can’t Wait to See You Again

Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

​Verse 1 
​Midnight hits, you walk in slow.
Got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."
I ain’t blind, I see the twist,
But I love the feeling when I get kissed.
Yeah, you’re good-looking. I give you that.
But you're a trap in a fancy hat.


​Pre-Chorus
​I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
It ain't love, and it ain't right—
It's just the perfect way to ruin the night.

​Chorus 
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.


​Verse 2 
​You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
And I pretend that I don't know the game,
That you don't call every girl the same name.
But darling, I’m worse, I'm already hooked.
A book I know the end of, but still gotta be looked.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​Pre-Chorus
​Don’t apologize, don't play the fool.
You’re only honest when your blood runs cool.
So keep your smooth talk, keep your damn line—
I just want the burn, I want the sign.

​Chorus
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.

​Bridge 
​"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison."

Outro 
​Honey on a razorblade...
Yeah, cuts right through...
...Cuts right through...


Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

I cry so many tears

“Where We Used to Be” is a country-soul heartbreak set in the only bar in town. A deep, worn-in baritone tells the story of a man stuck at the edge of the room, watching the woman he let go slow dance with someone who actually treats her right. Warm bass, steel and organ pads, and a steady barroom groove frame the scene: gravel crunching in the parking lot, a buzzing neon sign, the same old jukebox song, and a jealous heart he has to swallow instead of scream. It’s intimate, human, and painfully honest—like closing time for a love you should’ve fought harder to keep.

Where We Used To Be

nomad

nothing’s going on here anymore,
the last is left to lock the door.
a church bell is the only mark,
the old town is now dead and dark.

i can’t stay, i’ll drift away,
i don’t care the time of day.
i’m a breath, a loose leaf torn,
days a passing shadow borne.

loud solitude, light’s fading fast.
i’m a nomad, i’m a ranger,
in my own land i’m a stranger.

angels roaming in the mist, whispering,
i’m still here, i exist, no one’s listening.

make my bed at the river’s end,
light a fire over moving sands;
wade in water dark and deep,
ride the moonlight till i sleep.

loud solitude, light’s fading fast.
i’m a nomad, i’m a ranger,
in my own land i’m a stranger.

i can’t stay, i’ll drift away,
i don’t care the time of day.
i’m a breath, a loose leaf torn,
days a passing shadow borne.

i’m a nomad, i’m a ranger,
in my own land i’m a stranger.


Jackson Lucas ©️2025
jjacksonlucas@yahoo.com