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The sky is heavy Clouds won't break A quiet storm The heartache aches Words like arrows Sharp and mean But love's a fight Not always clean Torn apart But still we mend Is this the start or just the end Love can hurt It cuts It…

Took the dobro tuned to D6 inside the Serra Vortex sculpture. With a little help from some schoolgirls passing thru.

poetry by Elijah Perseus Blumov

this song is about 5 yrs old , rythm gtr/ lead gtr/ bassgtr / keyboards instruments / brass / strings / organ / played by myself , vocals / backing vocals/ by myself ,...mixed and mastered by myself ,...thank you for your time ,.....cheers tony cee

A tune that was in my head when I woke up the other day. Decided to do a recording. I first imagined it as a fiddle tune, but I quite like it as a mandolin tune.

He leans on the glass and watches her go The sun hits her hair It's a golden glow Does she know Does she see This boy framed by the window like a movie scene Hey girl Do you see me Standing here in my reverie Hey girl Am I just air…

In the quiet of the morning haze, It drifts beneath the silver trees, No sound escapes, no word betrays, The sorrow stitched in memories. It’s carrying a weight no one else can see, A shadow made of silent history, Every step, a whispered…

Under neon clouds and faded signs, It moves through walls and crooked lines, Glass heart beating underneath— A ghost of what it used to be. It’s carrying a weight no one else can see, Invisible chains in the melody, Smiling through the…

Woke up dizzy like a spinning top Your name's a whisper I can't stop Is it magic or just the caffeine? Heart's a drumline Skipping beats unseen Is it love or just a dream? Is it real or what it seems? Tell me now Don't make me wait…

wrote some ambient to reflect some of the positive momentum in life. #REM Oct '25.

Recently, I dreamed I was in heaven searching for my soul mate. When I found her, we couldn’t face each other. I gave her the gift of enlightenment because I had been there so long, that was all I had to give. I told her I didn’t need her anymore…

Stitches –© Nick Torres 8-19-2025 I closed the door softly, unlike the others before I loved you once, I think I loved the comfort more No matter how you try, sometimes it never grows I’m walking out the door With the pieces of me you thought…