In this sick 
And sad society 
Were distracted 
By the masses and 
That truth that be 
Chasing thrills 
In search of dopamine 
Finding 
drugs 
That get us high 
To numb the pain 
That seeps 
Deep within 
This is a bitter dream 
Torn apart 
All of our seems 
The furthest thing 
From teams 
Love is lost 
This is a tragedy 
How did this things turn out so 
 wrong 
This isn’t what it seems 

God please save us from me
Guide  be gently 
I don’t feel that good today
Please just keep the sin away 

Something right 
Feels so wrong 
Late night drives 
To this song 
Reminiscing 
Younger days 
Cos light was brighter
Now it’s gone 

Hard to sleep 
Getting long 
Wide awake 
Deep among 
Damaged souls 
Who long for answers 
Why their hearts 
Were stomped on 

In this dark 
And cold society 
Making fun of the weak 
And chasing clout for free 
Damaged goods 
Forget priorities 
Placing money over worship 
hooked on symphonies 
Now we’ve lost 
All sense of sanity 
Taking pride in temporary 
No humanity 
Oh Wrapped in lust
What is this fever dream 
Watching murder day to day
They turn it to a meme

GOD SAVE US

LOST IN PALESTINE – Jazz Noir Ballad

A slow-burning 6/8 jazz piece laced with smoky lounge piano, brushed drums, and echoes of Arabic melody. Lost in Palestine follows my journey to Haifa in search of my mother’s ancestral home—erased after the 1948 Nakba, when my family was forced into exile.

I grew up in America speaking Arabic, tasting the foods and hearing the music of a place I’d never truly known. When I finally returned, the streets were renamed, the houses gone, history paved over. Yet the scent of olives, the jasmine night air, and my mother’s lullabies still called to me.

This track blends upright bass, warm jazz chords, and a hint of oud to capture that longing—part memory, part resistance. It’s a love letter to a homeland that lives on in spirit, even when maps and borders try to erase it.

🎷 Style & Mood: Slow jazz ballad with modal Arabic touches (Dorian/Phrygian).
🎶 Instrumentation: Upright bass, brushed drums, jazz piano, soprano sax, and subtle Middle-Eastern textures.
✨ Theme: Displacement, memory, and the unbreakable bond to one’s roots.

Press play, close your eyes, and drift through the echoes of a Haifa that still sings beneath the silence.

LYRICS

Zee bop a zen
Un-nah min wen

Midnight air on an empty street
Maps don’t match the dust beneath my feet
Names erased, stone by stone
I search for a doorway that was once my own

Every sign is a stranger’s tongue
But my mother’s lullaby still hums
Through the jasmine and the broken walls
I hear her calling…calling

I’m lost in Palestine, where the echoes hide
Haifa dreams on a restless tide
Roots like smoke in a wind that won’t stay
Home is a memory they can’t take away

Grandmother’s laughter, a cedar night
Photographs faded to silver light
Seventy-Eight years of exile rain
Still her heartbeat whispers my name

I’m lost in Palestine, but my soul still knows
The scent of the olives, the path where it goes
Streets renamed, but the sky’s the same
No map, no border can erase that flame

Zee bop a zen
Un-nah min wen

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Written and Performed by Johnny Punish
Produced by Punish Studios
Enhanced by AI

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