Blind Walker G

He came home with a medal in a matchbox And a storm sewn into his sleeve The station clock was running backward Like it had somewhere else to be His mother left the porch light burning His father left the door unlocked But the dog came out, took one good look And hid beneath the block Nobody rang the bell Nobody asked him in The war was over somewhere else But it was rattling in his skin He wore his old life like a borrowed coat With the buttons hanging loose The town had paved around his shadow And had no room for his boots His sweetheart worked at the five-and-dime With a ring on her right hand She said, “You look just like a photograph I don’t quite understand” He took a job unloading thunder At the freight yard by the tracks Every crate had a foreign name Every whistle called him back Nobody rang the bell Nobody asked him in The war was over somewhere else But it was rattling in his skin He wore his old life like a borrowed coat With the buttons hanging loose The town had paved around his shadow And had no room for his boots He slept beneath the kitchen table When the ceiling started to sway He kept his boots beside the bed Facing east at break of day The neighbors said he talked to ghosts The children said he stared He only counted passing cars To see if one was theirs There’s a parade on Main Street For a boy who never came home Brass bands cough in the summer heat While he walks the county road alone He finds a church with a broken steeple And a bell that will not chime He climbs the steps, removes his hat And waits for borrowed time One night he burned his uniform In a barrel by the creek The buttons flashed like tiny moons The smoke made the whole sky weak He left his medals in the ashes He left his name on the ground By morning, only the crows knew What he had carried around Nobody rang the bell Nobody asked him in The war was over somewhere else But it was rattling in his skin He wore his old life like a borrowed coat And walked beyond the town The road had room for broken men But nowhere to lay them down At dawn, the house forgot his footsteps The porch light finally died And somewhere past the water tower A train took the long way out of town Track from the album "Sin Parade"

You hide behind a screen Say things you’d never say to me A name with no face on it Makes you feel so bold tonight You throw the stone, then run Laugh like it’s all just fun But every word you leave Still cuts when I breathe You think the dark won’t talk You think the trace runs cold But masks don’t wash the mess Out of a human soul Mask on, truth gone You let the worst part run Mask on, truth gone Now look what you have done You say it means nothing (when you know it means everything) Mask on, truth gone And the damage comes fast No eye contact, no shame Just a handle and a game You push until it breaks Then call it just a joke You want the crowd, the chase The rush of not seeing my face But hiding gives you room To become something cruel You think the dark won’t talk You think the trace runs cold But masks don’t wash the mess Out of a human soul Mask on, truth gone You let the worst part run Mask on, truth gone Now look what you have done You say it means nothing (when you know it means everything) Mask on, truth gone And the damage comes fast Take off the cover Stand in the light Say it to my face If you mean it tonight 'Cause power in hiding Turns poison to sport And every little secret Finds its way back home Mask on, truth gone You let the worst part run Mask on, truth gone Now look what you have done You say it means nothing (when you know it means everything) Mask on, truth gone But the damage comes fast Mask on, truth gone Mask on, truth gone (too late to hide it now) Track from the album "Sin Parade"

They came with the dawn in their coats of dust From old roads east, where the first fires crust Names on their tongues, and maps in their hands Wheels in the mud of a thousand lands They crossed through empires, frost, and decree Carried their songs like a hidden key Sold to the wind, but not to the chain Still they kept moving, still they remained Listen close, the old world lied Tried to bury them alive But the drum kept time inside And the blood kept singing Roma, Roma, hold your line Through the smoke, through the wire Roma, Roma, still you shine Still you carry the fire (hold your line) (hold your fire) They wrote of them wrong in the kings’ cold books With borrowed fear and suspicious looks Chased from the gates, denied the square Made to live under strangers’ stares In camps of ash, in winter’s bite They hid their names to survive the night But mother to child, and hand to hand They passed the song like a secret land Listen close, the old world lied Tried to bury them alive But the drum kept time inside And the blood kept singing Roma, Roma, hold your line Through the smoke, through the wire Roma, Roma, still you shine Still you carry the fire (hold your line) (hold your fire) Now hear the ones who rise and speak From Bucharest to Belgrade streets From Madrid alleys to campfire rings New voices tied to the old ones’ strings Not a tale of loss alone It’s bread and brass and coming home Every child who learns the name Adds another spark to the flame Roma, Roma, hold your line Through the smoke, through the wire Roma, Roma, still you shine Still you carry the fire Roma, Roma, hold your line Your old roads never die Roma, Roma, still you rise With the stars in your eyes Track from the album "Sin Parade"

You came like a rumor under streetlamps and rain A thin silhouette that begged the cold to stay I kept a small bible on the table—empty prayers inside— And learned to read your name between the lines You smoked from someone else’s grief and smiled like a saint While I practiced being faithful to the shape of a complaint Sing to me, my love, in the voice of knives and wine Call me by the fragile name I hide beneath my mind We were two cheap apostles with a single silver chart Tracing the lost coordinates of a hollow heart There’s a church at the corner Where the pigeons trade their sins Prayers folded into pockets where the daylight thins You gave me your last coin and the hush of an old refrain Said love is a ledger, and we are both in the same I kept the change, I kept the wound, I kept a promise that was small Like a candle lit for no one in a cathedral made of wall Sing to me, my love, in the voice of knives and wine Call me by the fragile name I hide beneath my mind We were two cheap apostles with a single silver chart Tracing the lost coordinates of a hollow heart I have worn your absence like a ring upon my thumb Counted all the times I loved you and the ways I let you come There are maps in my pockets, and the ink won't fade away— It spells repentance and the places where we used to pray If bargaining is mercy, then take this little debt I’ll trade my last confession for the mercy I forget When morning bleeds through curtains And the city sighs and wakes I fold the night into my pockets like a rusted set of stakes Your voice is still a lantern on the stair that leads to grief And I keep climbing anyway, for the sake of disbelief You teach me how to hunger for a taste that will not last And I remember every future as a memory of the past Sing to me, my love, in the voice of knives and wine Call me by the fragile name I hide beneath my mind We were two cheap apostles with a single silver chart Tracing the lost coordinates of a hollow heart Track from the album "Sin Parade", dedicated to Leonard Cohen

He came out late in a velvet coat One shoe untied, one eye on the notes Thumbprints on his glass, red wine in his beard He said, "Hold the room, boys, I think I disappeared" The prompter blinked, the lights went low He stared at the crowd like he knew their code Then he laughed at the script on the floor Said, "That thing's just bait for the folks next door" He leaned in close With a sly little grin Said, "The janitor knows Who let them in" Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He lost his line, he lost his name Tin foil saint, tin foil saint Swears the moon is on their pay (Their pay) He forgot the part But not the claim Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He makes the whole room say his name He pointed at the rafters, then the fire exit sign Said, "That camera's been blinking since nineteen ninety-nine" He bowed to a waitress with a tray full of ice Then told her the olives were evidence in disguise His ring finger twitched on a lucky old coin He said, "The sous-chef's cousin runs the warning points" Every chuckle in the back made him talk more wild Like a man with a truth and a borrowed child's smile He leaned in close With a glassy stare Said, "They plant the jokes In the folding chairs" Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He lost his line, he lost his name Tin foil saint, tin foil saint Swears the moon is on their pay (Their pay) He forgot the part But not the claim Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He makes the whole room say his name He found the script In a coat rack fold Hugged it like a map But never let go Then he read one line And drifted off track "Wait, who's to say The sky doesn't snap?" The crowd went quiet Then cackled loud He took a bow To the suspicious crowd Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He lost his line, he lost his name Tin foil saint, tin foil saint Swears the moon is on their pay (Their pay) He forgot the part But not the claim Tin foil saint, tin foil saint He makes the whole room say his name (Tin foil saint) Track from the upcoming album "Sin Parade"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Track from the album "Planet Trip"

Sunrise creeping lazy light Another day another fight Coffee cold the news is bad The same old worries make me mad But then I see it A new surprise Oh look this pool is green A swampy emerald scene No crystal blue today Just algae come to play My neighbor's dog barks loud and long A squirrel just stole my garden gnom The internet went down again My phone just died oh what a pain But then I see it A vibrant hue Oh look this pool is green A swampy emerald scene No crystal blue today Just algae come to play Track from the album "Black Sea Swimmer". Attention, you may find some sarcasm.

Track from the album "Basement Clash"

My rent hit hard this week Your gold watch looks cheap to me You built a castle on the hill While we split bills on a kitchen sink You say “work hard” from way up high With your soft hands and your big tie But down here we know the score You can hoard, but we want more More time, more bread More roof overhead You can keep that crown We’re not bowing down Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? We need a fair share We need a fair share Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? You can keep the spare We need a fair share You buy towns, we buy lunch You play god, we punch the clock Your “charity” sounds real nice Till the workers pay the price Mansion windows, empty rooms Our block still fighting for some room You call it luck, I call it theft Every day you take what’s left More time, more bread More roof overhead You can keep that crown We’re not bowing down Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? We need a fair share We need a fair share Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? You can keep the spare We need a fair share Let the money move Let the people rise Hands in the air Look alive, look alive Not one more feast Not one more gate If we made it all Then we decide our fate Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? We need a fair share We need a fair share Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? You can keep the spare We need a fair share Who needs the billionaires? Who needs the billionaires? We need a fair share We need a fair share Track from the album "Black Sea Swimmer"

Empty shelves, hard rain Mama counting change again Kids looking in the cart For something that can start A long day, a full plate That’s the dream we chase Not another broken door Not a war outside the store Hands up for a meal Hands down, make it real Tell me what we fight for If the table’s thin and poor Who needs weapons when we need food Who needs weapons when we need food Feed the block, feed the room Who needs weapons when we need food (food) Brown paper in the sun One loaf, then it’s gone Neighbors split the last can That’s how hope holds a hand Little ones at the sink Rice and beans, let them think About games and birthday cake Not the noise that people make Hands up for a meal Hands down, make it real Tell me what we fight for If the table’s thin and poor Who needs weapons when we need food Who needs weapons when we need food Feed the block, feed the room Who needs weapons when we need food (food) Take the cages off the grain Let the harvest come again If you want to heal this street Start with bread and seeds Who needs weapons when we need food Who needs weapons when we need food Feed the block, feed the room Who needs weapons when we need food (food) Taken from the album "Black Sea Swimmer"

There's a hairline split Under every light I can hear it tick In the backbone of tonight Names in the glass Shiver, then repeat Little warning signs Marching through the street Say it now Say it clear One wrong pulse And it all comes near Crack in the system Crying reset, reset Crack in the system We don't fold yet, no, no Crack in the system Crying reset, reset Hold this line Hold this line Screens keep blinking red Like a tired old bruise Every locked door Got the same excuse I watch the seams Laughing through the frame If the whole thing bends Then we change the game Say it now Say it loud One small spark Brings the thunder out Crack in the system Crying reset, reset Crack in the system We don't fold yet, no, no Crack in the system Crying reset, reset Hold this line Hold this line Break the pattern Cut the wire Start again From the fire New ground New skin Let the old code Burn within Crack in the system Crying reset, reset Crack in the system We don't fold yet, no, no Crack in the system Crying reset, reset Hold this line Hold this line Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

You left your scarf on my chair Smells like rain and your hair Cup on the sink, still warm Your name in my hand like a storm I tried to act like I’m fine But your side of the bed still shines Every little thing says stay Even the door won’t close that way So if you feel me slipping Don’t let me fall apart I can be the strong one If you keep my heart Hold my name Don’t let it fade Hold my name When I start to break If love’s a flame Then stay, stay, stay Hold my name Hold my name You know the shape of my hurt How I go quiet when it burns You touch my face, I come back Like a light through the cracks We don’t need perfect words Just your hand when the world gets worse I’ll give you all I’ve got If you give me one more shot So if you feel me slipping Don’t let me fall apart I can be the strong one If you keep my heart Hold my name Don’t let it fade Hold my name When I start to break If love’s a flame Then stay, stay, stay Hold my name Hold my name If the room goes cold And the miles get long Say my name out loud Like a love song I’ll come running back Through the hurt, through the rain I just need your voice To say I’m not the same Hold my name Don’t let it fade Hold my name When I start to break If love’s a flame Then stay, stay, stay Hold my name Hold my name Hold my name (hold my name) Hold my name (don’t let it fade) Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer²

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

The fan just pushes heat around Your shoes stick softly to the ground The hose water barely shocks my skin It used to feel like summer The peaches bruise before they bloom The porch boards sigh in the afternoon Even the shade feels thinner now It used to feel like summer I remember bare feet on the hose Cold glass sweating in my hand Now the air sits heavy, close Like it knows too much to understand This hot summer's different Different than before This hot summer's different I can feel it in my bones This hot summer's different And it won't let go Different than it used to be Different, different, whoa The dogs lie flat on the tile Nobody leaves for a while We watch the sky go pale and mean It used to feel like summer The tomatoes crack on the vine The mailbox burns at half past nine We talk in shadows by the door It used to feel like summer I remember storms that rolled on through A quick hard rain, a cooled-down street Now the clouds just pass us by And leave the whole yard baking underneath This hot summer's different Different than before This hot summer's different I can feel it in my bones This hot summer's different And it won't let go Different than it used to be Different, different, whoa Maybe it's me, maybe it's time Maybe the world is changing lines But when that heat leans in again I swear I hear the old days dim This hot summer's different Different than before This hot summer's different I can feel it in my bones This hot summer's different And it won't let go Different than it used to be Different, different, whoa Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer"

Just a little Thank You to the dear ones who keep it runnin'. Needs to be said more often. You showed up early Stayed when it got hard Moved the boxes, fixed the mess And carried the charge Little things you did Big things to me Folded up the chaos Made it easy to breathe I noticed every step Every extra mile You made a long day lighter You made it all worthwhile Thank you, good work today You made it smooth Thank you, good work today I saw your move Thank you, good work today You did it right (You did it right) Thank you, good work today You made my night Coffee in the break room Empty by noon Still you kept on smiling Like it was nothing new You said, "I got this" And then you proved it too I don’t say it enough, babe So I’m saying it to you I noticed every step Every extra mile You made a long day lighter You made it all worthwhile Thank you, good work today You made it smooth Thank you, good work today I saw your move Thank you, good work today You did it right (You did it right) Thank you, good work today You made my night When the world got heavy You never let it show You held it all together Quiet and slow Thank you, good work today You made it smooth Thank you, good work today I saw your move Thank you, good work today You did it right (You did it right) Thank you, good work today You made my night Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer"

New Minimal track, take a deep puff and enjoy.

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer"

I opened my mouth and the room got loud Every face had a line Every hand had a sound I kept mine tucked like a note in my sleeve You talked over me like you never could see Now I'm pressed to the wall with my name on my tongue I can feel it there but it won't come up All that chatter pulls at the edge of my throat And I fade in the middle of the words I chose I got no voice, no voice in this noise, this noise I try to call out but it turns to static I got no voice, no voice in this noise, this noise (hear me now) I'm still here I'm still breathing They throw their opinions like coins on the floor I step around them still wanting more My truth sits quiet with its shoes undone While every loud mouth gets to be someone I bite down hard on the things I know Till my own heart pounds like a locked-up door Now I'm pressed to the wall with my name on my tongue I can feel it there but it won't come up All that chatter pulls at the edge of my throat And I fade in the middle of the words I chose I got no voice, no voice in this noise, this noise I try to call out but it turns to static I got no voice, no voice in this noise, this noise (hear me now) I'm still here I'm still breathing Then one small crack in the wall of sound One true word and the room slowed down I don't need a flood I don't need a fight Just one clear line in the flood of white I got my voice, my voice through the noise, the noise I let it break out and it stayed alive I got my voice, my voice through the noise, the noise (sing it back) I'm still here I'm still breathing Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer"

I grew up where the paint peels slow Busted screen door, one porch light low Corner store clock and a dead-end view Every face says, “I’ve been through it too” Sirens fold into the alley air Kids draw maps in the cracked up square Moms count change for the last bus home This side of town don’t leave you alone But we keep moving Through the ash and rain We know these blocks By every scar and name Dark side of town We live it down We live it down Dark side of town Bones stay tough Hearts stay loud We keep our shine On the dark side of town The laundromat runs till the morning breaks Hand-me-down shoes and the choices we make Old tires stacked by a chain-link fence Every little thing got a side and a sense I seen the good in a crooked line A borrowed smile in the hard-box times If the road gets rough, we don’t run away We plant our feet where the broken stay And we keep moving Through the ash and rain We know these blocks By every scar and name Dark side of town We live it down We live it down Dark side of town Bones stay tough Hearts stay loud We keep our shine On the dark side of town When the moon hangs low And the old dogs bark We pass that fire In the middle of dark No gold on the walls Just a steady hand We build our home Out of what we can Dark side of town We live it down We live it down Dark side of town Bones stay tough Hearts stay loud We keep our shine On the dark side of town Dark side of town We live it down We live it down Dark side of town Taken from the upcoming album "Black Sea Swimmer"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

(Dedicated to the epidemic dumb influencer virus. Wish they would shut their mouth and start some serious work.) Ring light on, blank stare, Talk so loud, say air. Crowd in hand like rent money, Lick the screen, call it funny. New fit, same old grin, Read one post, think you win. Big mouth, tiny room, Same face, different zoom. You want eyes, you want praise, You want likes, you want waves. But every word falls flat, Yeah, you built a house on that. Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Say a lot, mean less Chasing likes, making mess Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Talk big, post cheap All flash, no keep Scripted laugh, plastic tears, Selling fear for a few more peers. Pose that face, strike that pose, Every take hits the same old low. Brand deal tongue, copied lines, Borrowed soul, borrowed shine. You shout truth, but you fold, When the comments turn cold. You want eyes, you want praise, You want likes, you want waves. But every word falls flat, Yeah, you built a house on that. Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Say a lot, mean less Chasing likes, making mess Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Talk big, post cheap All flash, no keep Take the phone, take the crown, Watch that whole act fall down. No script, no mask, no feed, Just a loud mouth with a need. Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Say a lot, mean less Chasing likes, making mess Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Big mouth, small brain (small brain) Talk big, post cheap All flash, no keep Taken from the upcoming album "Dark Sea Swimmer"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Track from the album "Afrodelics"

Track from the album "Basement Clash"

Track from the album "Basement Clash"

Track from the album "Basement Clash"

Track from the album "Basement Clash"

Track from the album "Basement Clash"

Shadows stretch long Across my floor Something is knocking Is it me or more A primal beat A restless hum Under my skin It's become Who is the killer inside me Animal at my door Banging on the windows Wanting something more Who is this monster calling A name I dont know Is it my own reflection Putting on a show Whispers in the dark A hungry sound No place to hide Nowhere to be found A rising tide A burning fire Taking over With dark desire Who is the killer inside me Animal at my door Banging on the windows Wanting something more Who is this monster calling A name I dont know Is it my own reflection Putting on a show Track from the upcoming album "Killer Inside Me"

Taken from the album "Casa Organica 2"

There's somethin' in the water, there's somethin' in the air A little kind of magic that just appears Like the sound of a saxophone from the upstairs room It's the spirit of jazz, it's comin' through It takes me over, I just can't stop I'm like an old jazz player, scattin' in the barbershop Gonna feel the rhythm, the rhythm of life Get lost in the music 'til it feels just right I hear the music callin' me I got jazz on my mind, I'm tellin' you When I hear that beat, I'm singin' it too If you wanna find me, baby, you know where I'll be Jazz is gonna take me there, it's takin' me This old world's a mess, but I'm feelin' so blessed 'Cause I got that feelin', a sweet caress I hear the sounds, the rhythm, and the beat Like an old soul woman tappin' her feet They say that jazz is dead, but I know that's a lie It's all around, and it's right here inside All you gotta do is close your eyes You can feel it, you can hear it, it's comin' alive I hear the music callin' me I got jazz on my mind, I'm tellin' you When I hear that beat, I'm singin' it too If you wanna find me, baby, you know where I'll be Jazz is gonna take me there, it's takin' me The spirit of jazz is alive and well It's in my heart and soul, you can hear it swell Like a fever that's burnin', I'm burnin' hot Like a sweet jazz band, I've got the lot And all the old jazz cats are gatherin' 'round The old New Orleans sound Taken from the EP "The Spirit Of Jazz"

I smile too fast Then break too quick One little look And I can’t fix it I hold my tongue Until it burns Then every word Comes out and turns I swear I’m fine Then I’m not I feel it all In one shot Too much sky Too much rain I fall apart Then build again I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in It hits my chest Then spills my skin I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in I love too hard I hurt too quick (too quick) (too quick) You ask me why I change so fast One second here The next won’t last A laugh turns sharp A kiss turns cold My heart’s a room With no control I swear I’m fine Then I’m not I feel it all In one shot Too much hope Too much pain I flood the floor Then light the flame I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in It hits my chest Then spills my skin I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in I love too hard I hurt too quick (too quick) (too quick) Maybe I’m not Built for calm I’m a storm With shaking palms If you stay Don’t run from me I need your hands To let me breathe I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in It hits my chest Then spills my skin I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in I love too hard I hurt too quick I can’t hold it in I can’t hold it in Hold me close Till I pass it through (through) (through) Taken from the EP "The Spirit Of Jazz"

Taken from the upcoming album "Basement Clash"

Taken from the upcoming album "Basement Clash"

Taken from the upcoming album "Basement Clash"

I watch the waves dance In the river's slow flow On a soft day in late May From the river's edge In the green grass On a big quilt With a basket of goodies And my thoughts on you While watching the water I see your face In the dance of the waves In the river's slow flow In the green grass On a big quilt With a basket of goodies And my thoughts on you Taken from the upcoming EP "The Spirit Of Jazz"

Taken from the upcoming album "Basement Clash"

Track from the upcoming album "Basement Clash"

Track from the upcoming album "Basement Clash", a collection of house & techno tunes 4 the floor.

Your words come down like cold rain, bright edges I can’t hold They rattle in the kitchen like spoons, and the light goes cold and old I press my palm against your mouth, feel the temperature change, the hush unfold There’s a hush that learns to live between us, a cold hush that keeps me in jail I can’t speak in the language of knives, I won’t trade my heart for the cheap kind of fear When your words bloom into sharp lines, my voice goes quiet, I disappear I learn to keep my thoughts like candles, and let the light unmake the things you say You set the table with words that fall, feelings that won’t come back There’s a song on my lips packing its bags, folding itself soft into black I watch the words you toss like leaves, they rustle and burn the truth like mad There’s a hush that learns to live between us, a cold hush that keeps me in jail I can’t speak in the language of knives, I won’t trade my heart for the cheap kind of fear When your words bloom into sharp lines, my voice goes quiet, I disappear I learn to keep my thoughts like candles, and let the light unmake the things you say Words can be stones in a river, they sink in the dark, and I refuse to be the aim for someone’s storms If hate is a flame you want to teach, I’ll close the door I can’t speak in the language of knives, I won’t trade my heart for the cheap kind of fear When your words bloom into sharp lines, my voice goes quiet, I disappear I learn to keep my thoughts like candles, and let the light unmake the things you say So say what you must in the bright, breaking light, maybe I soon get out of sight Taken from the upcoming EP "The Spirit Of Jazz"

Finally the last track of the "Casa Organica 2" album Just a little insider gag for my Ukrainian friends, don't take it too serious.

Taken from the album "Casa Organica 2", organic house and techno tunes for dancers and headphone junkies, enjoy.

Taken from the album "Casa Organica 2", organic house and techno tunes for dancers and headphone junkies, enjoy.

There are widows of winter lying in the sidewalks’ teeth, and the children sell small coins to the saints beneath the overpass. The radio croaks a tired sermon about profit and relief, while the sky folds up its newspapers and lets the night pass. I walked the avenues with a pocket full of apologies, held back the dogs of rumor and the census of our fears, and I found a rusted chest where once we kept our melodies — it opened on a whisper and it rained the last of our years. Bring us a new summer of love, not the cheap kind bought with noise, but that old dangerous weather that melts the iron out of men. Bring us a new summer of love, where brothers learn to borrow joys, and the songs stop being silence and the knives stop being friends. There is a woman at the window knitting names into the dawn, she is counting every absence like a rosary of scars. The soldiers on the tele-vision wear their victories like pawned fawns, and the poets keep their counsel with bruised and fevered stars. If mercy were a currency, we’d be bankrupt by confession, if longing were a fortress, we’d have leveled every gate. Yet someone in a doorway strikes a chord — a small, stubborn obsession — and the sound walks through the city like a bell that won’t abate. Bring us a new summer of love, not the cheap kind bought with noise, but that old dangerous weather that melts the iron out of men. Bring us a new summer of love, where brothers learn to borrow joys, and the songs stop being silence and the knives stop being friends. I will trade you my last argument for a map of the horizon, I will sell you my good manners if you teach me how to kneel. We will barter with our loneliness and baptize our little treasons, we will learn to make the simple vow the world is too ashamed to feel. Come down where the gutters glitter with the names we used to fear, come down where the lovers whisper underneath the city’s tongue. We will stitch the old, torn anthem, line by trembling line and tear, and raise it like a flag upon the roofs of everyone. There are echoes in the doorway, syllables unpaid and raw, and people keep their promises like animals keep faith with dawn. The mayor signs his paperwork and blesses every law, but the gospel is an alley and the altar is a lawn. If you ask me for a miracle, I will teach you how to whisper, I will show you how to stand in line and offer one good thing. We will harvest all the ruins, till the silence till it’s crisper, and we will learn the ancient language of the simple, sacred ring. Bring us a new summer of love — let it come like thunder soft, let it come like rain on rooftops, let it come and not be late. Bring us a new summer of love that lifts the broken off, let it come with no pretense, let it come with no debate. If only for a season, let us be redeemed by touch, let us be forgiven by the small mercies of each breath. We’ll teach our children songs that mean a little more than such, and pray the city wakes to find the world has kept its faith. Track from the EP "Shaken Or Stirred"