Name: This House Is Not A Home by Elzie B Hickerson
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: A sad song - Buble’ style - about love lost but hoping it will return

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Good, Better, Best

AS LONELY AS CAN BE

Your beauty overcame my shyness
I gave you a smile
You pretending not to see me
Averting your eyes

If our shyness is an armored car
No wonder we are. . . 
Lonely as lonely can be
Lonely as lonely can be

Every second that we spend apart is wasted
We are meant to survive

Forever lonely
Is not a plan
You won’t be sorry
To try
(… try me baby)

If our shyness is an armored car
No wonder we are. . . 
Lonely as lonely can be
Lonely as lonely can be

Forever lonely
Is not a plan
You won’t be sorry
To try
(… try me baby)

As Lonely Can Be

A sweeping, romantic journey across endless horizons. “Adrift” is about letting go of control, trusting the wind and current, and finding beauty in the unknown

Adrift

"Nothing Sets Me Alight" speaks of a season that burns all around, yet leaves the heart untouched.
The heat is everywhere — in the streets, in the air — but no spark finds its way inside.
It’s about the distance between the world’s fire and the quiet cold we sometimes carry within.

Nothing Sets Me Alight

A sad song - Buble’ style - about love lost but hoping it will return

This House Is Not A Home

Beautiful (Unplugged Acoustic)


Once upon a time
They sold us dreams
Wrapped in castles
And cartoon queens
She wore a crown of plastic gold
Smiled like secrets never told
But behind the sparkle, behind the screen
Was a script too sharp, too mean
They painted joy in perfect hues
While hiding darker, twisted truths
And every wish they used to grant
Now comes with chains and fine-print chants
The day Disney went to the dark side
The stars fell out of the sky
The mouse lost his smile
And the princess learned to lie
The day Disney went to the dark side
They sold the soul for the brand
And every child who dared to dream
Got magic they don’t understand
acoustic guitar, fingerpicked solo
They built a world on fairy dust
But fed us fear and called it trust
They dressed control in pastel tones
And turned our hearts into their loans
She sang of love, she danced through pain
But never once escaped the chain
And every castle made of light
Cast shadows deeper than the night
They said “believe,” but meant “obey”
They said “imagine,” but took it away
They said “forever,” but sold the end
And called it progress, called it trend
The day Disney went to the dark side
The stars fell out of the sky
The mouse lost his smile
And the princess learned to lie
The day Disney went to the dark side
They sold the soul for the brand
And every child who dared to dream
Got magic they don’t understand
Once upon a time
We believed in light
But now we see
The cost of flight
The day the magic turned to dust
The day the stories lost our trust
The day Disney
Went to the dark side
dark side Disney
lost our trust
dark side Disney
turned to dust
dark side Disney
(dark side Disney)
dark... side ...Disney...

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Dark Side Disney

My 50 th Album had to be a Country Album!

Tennessee Rain

Four Daughters and a Dream

Writtenby Jackie Ray is a lyricist and storyteller who creates music through a hybrid process of original writing and AI-generated vocal production. Every song begins with Jackie’s pen — the emotions, the concepts, the stories, the punchlines, the raw truth. The vocals you hear may shift from track to track, but the writing is always his. Jackie focuses on crafting honest lyrics, strong imagery, and bold narratives, using AI as a tool to bring his words to life while keeping the creativity 100% original.

big ole city

This room is quiet and the cold creeps in
Your voice still echoes under my skin
I heard the moment when my words turned wrong
When my fear took a pen and wrote a song
Sitting here alone, I can see the truth
You didn’t need the weight I put on you
A reflex born young I never outgrew
Speaking from panic, not from loving you

[Chorus]
I can’t erase the weight of my voice
Can’t take back the night I made the wrong choice
I’m learning the cost of the things I said
And I won’t let fear be my voice again
I’m learning to stand, ’cause I choose to now
And build what my past never would allow
I can’t change the past, but I can change my aim
I won’t let fear be louder than your name

Those quiet days brought my old fear back
Too much time alone had me start to crack
You weren’t the cause of the storm I felt
That was the boy in me who never dealt
I didn’t know how loud my fears could be
Till my own silence left me stuck with me
I see it clearer now with open eyes
I spoke from wounds I didn’t recognize

[Repeat Chorus]

No, this ain’t guilt. It’s where I rise
Slow down my breathing. Open my eyes
Learn how to speak when the fear gets near
Choose what I say from a place that’s clear
You never asked me to turn my thoughts to songs
Just need me steady, with both feet on solid grounds
A voice you can trust, a truth held firm
And I’m building that through each and every turn

[Repeat Chorus]

In this quiet room, I’m not lost my dear
I’m drawin’ the line between love and fear
I’m walkin’ towards that truth even if I fall
I’m done letting fear be the loudest of all

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A slow modern country ballad built on raw honesty and late-night clarity. A man sits alone in a quiet room, replaying the moment he realized his words came from fear, not love. This song is his reckoning.
With intimate acoustic guitar, low baritone vocals, and subtle percussion, the track delivers a calm but powerful confession about choosing growth over panic, presence over insecurity, and learning the difference between fear and love.
Emotionally grounded, masculine, and sincere, The Weight of My Voice captures the quiet transformation of a man rebuilding himself from the inside out.

The Weight of My Voice

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Elzie is a singer songwriter from eastern Oklahoma in the US. He grew up listening to the great singer songwriters of the 1970’s and the greatly influence his music. He’s written songs and played music most of his life but just started recording after he retired from teaching middle school in 2018. Since then he’s recorded and put out more than 25 songs on streaming services and has performed in the major cities in Oklahoma. He and his wife live in eastern Oklahoma that’s part of the beautiful Ozark mountains. Many of his shows are solo playing covers with guitar and harmonica, but he’s looking for more opportunities to play his original songs. He does not use AI in any of his writing or production and would like to encourage humans to keep making real music.

This House Is Not A Home

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