Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

Love, You Are Too Late

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A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Back Porch Hallelujah

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A quiet morning, two mugs cooling on a scratched table. No words needed. Fingerpicked blues meets gospel harmony – warm, dry, and honest.

Two Cups of Blues

To say goodbye

Why Didn’t You Love Me

Step by step 
pull by pull 
pick yourself up 
restore your soul 
the life I had been living 
had been taking a toll 
it was like living in 
an ever deeper hole 
at some point I woke up 
maybe I was cold 
but it soon became clear 
it was time to know that 
I had to change course 
I had gone as far as I could go 
Step by step pull by pull 
pick yourself up 
restore your soul 
In one way 
I had been empty 
and in another 
I had been full 
but whatever 
it was it stole my soul
from me 
but I woke up 
I could finally see 
that if I ever wanted to be 
who I was meant to be 
I had to rise up 
I had to claim what was me 
Step by step 
pull by pull 
pick yourself up 
restore your soul
©2025 wr heustis

What Was Me

A warm Thanksgiving- Holiday themed jazz–soul–blues piece filled with gratitude, soft candlelight vibes, soulful reflection and gratitude. 🙏🏼

Grateful in the Quiet - Holiday Song

This christmas album has a couple classics and a few new & improvised christmas tracks. The album has majority gospel tracks with 1 or 2 funk tracks. 

Myrrh for a King (Vol. 2)

All songs are original. 
All lyrics are ©wrheustis
I love how Soundcloud does such a wonderful job of getting my music out to the world free of charge. Speaking of which, I tried streaming for years but made next to nothing. What was the point? Who was making the money, the artist or the streaming service? With that in mind, music crosses all borders. It doesn't discriminate. It's done with love and loving the process of creating. If that translates to you, that's all I am hoping for. If it touches your soul, that's even better. Enjoy it and thanks for listening.

Singer/songwriter, composer, producer and/or music maker

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