Whiskey and White Lies

Her kiss was honey... thick and slow,
But it burned like fire from the get-go.
Eyes like dusk on a heatwave night,
Told me everything... but not what’s right.

She danced like smoke on a porch light breeze,
Talked ‘bout forever like a southern tease.
I fell for the ghost of who she might be,
Now I’m drinkin' her memory... bitter and free.

Her kiss like fire, but I’d go again,
Even if it leaves me scarred like sin.
She was mercy wrapped in a hurricane —
And I loved her most when she caused me pain.
Yeah, I still feel the spark in the rain…

She left lipstick on my cigarette pack,
Now every drag pulls me right back.
A heart like hers don’t settle or stay,
Just leaves ashes where love used to lay.

I built a home from matchsticks and pine,
She lit it up with a kiss so fine.
Told myself it was fate, not mistake,
But I still taste her every breath I take.

Her kiss like fire, but I’d go again,
Even if it leaves me scarred like sin.
She was mercy wrapped in a hurricane —
And I loved her most when she caused me pain.
Yeah, I still feel the spark in the rain…

Ain’t no map for a heart this lost…
No compass when the needle’s been crossed.
I chased her shadow across that field...
And kissed the flame ‘cause it made me feel.

Her kiss… like fire…
Still burns… under my skin…
Still comes… back again…

Dust & Steel

Kiss Like Fire

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Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

Halloween wasn’t store-bought in the 1960s, it was made from old clothes in the basement and a spark of imagination. A sheet became a ghost, Dad’s Navy uniform turned me into a sailor, and pillowcases grew heavy with candy as we walked block to block with friends and neighbors.

But toward the end of our street stood a house set back in the shadows, the one we all called the Witch House. The woman inside looked the part, and her crooked stare made us whisper and hurry past. That mix of excitement and fear gave Halloween its magic.

This song is a reflection of those nights, the laughter, the legends, and the spirit of Halloween that still lives on long after the trick-or-treat bags are gone.

[Verse 1]
We’d dig through the basement, bags of old clothes
A sheet for a ghost, dad’s Navy issued oaths
Didn’t buy ‘em in the store, we made ‘em our own
With a little bit of laughter, and a touch of the unknown

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Pillowcases dragging low
Through the streets we used to go

[Verse 2]
Neighbors and friends, side by side
House to house, together we'd glide
Candy enough to last all year
Every door brought us a little cheer

[Bridge ]
Toward the end of the block stood a house set back
Shadows lingered, the windows black
And the woman inside, with her crooked stare
Made us whisper and point, but we didn’t dare
Some said she cackled, some swore she’d fly
On Halloween night, we’d all walk by

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, hold your breath tight
The witch house watching in the night
One more step, don’t make a sound
Or she’ll chase you down this haunted ground

[Verse 3]
Now I live where the night is still
Country roads, no kids to thrill
But in my heart, the spirit stays
Of Halloween nights and childhood days

[Final Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Though no footsteps cross my floor
Halloween lives on forevermore

[Outro]
Halloween lives on
Forevermore

The Witch On Our Street

Say farewell

Sun Burns Brightest After the Night

Murder Ballad

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Piper in the Distance

AGAIN AND AGAIN

My & You

I woke to a morning made of quiet grey,
A heaviness sitting where my heartbeat lay.
But there was a whisper in the window frame—
Said “you don’t have to stay the same.”

I walked through the forest in my weathered shoes,
Counting all the shadows I used to confuse
For monsters that lived beneath my tired mind—
Turns out they were only roots and vines.

But I’m learning now, the dark won’t last,
Storms roll through but storms roll past.
I’m finding breath in borrowed time,
Finding light between the pines.
And I’m coming back, slowly this time—
Coming back to life.

Some days I still crumble like uneven stone,
Some nights I still fear I’ll always feel alone.
But hope is a lantern with a trembling flame—
Small, but it’s burning just the same.

And the days I can’t climb, I’ll crawl,
And the days I can’t speak, I’ll whisper it all.
Healing isn’t loud, it’s a quiet sign—
A hand on the door, a spark in the spine.

‘Cause I’m learning now, the dark won’t last,
Storms roll through but storms roll past.
I’m finding breath in borrowed time,
Finding light between the pines.
And I’m coming back, slowly this time—
Coming back to life.

So here’s to the mornings I thought I’d never see,
To the version of me who fought silently.
I’m stepping out where the sunlight climbs—
I survived the night…
Now I’m making it mine.

Light Between the Pines

IM A WELSH YOUTUBER AND MUSIC CREATOR FROM WALES 🐺🏴
I create a variety of content across my platforms — from gaming and storytelling to original AI-powered music. You can find me on YouTube and TikTok (@welshwolf.content).

I write all my lyrics and use AI music tools to bring them to life — blending creativity, emotion, and cinematic energy into every track.

I’m now exploring different genres of music, from hard-hitting rock and metal to emotional storytelling songs, experimental fusions, and beyond. Each release is a step forward in the evolution of the Welshwolf sound.

Thank you for checking out my work and supporting my journey — it means a lot.
Diolch fawr iawn / Thank you so much!

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