👋👋👋 Howdy!

I read somewhere that if you want something said, give it to a songwriter. ✍️✍️🎸 They have a unique distillation process that can trickle out gold from rock, ⚡️ 🩸 sometimes packing entire philosophies into a single phrase. I cannot claim to have those same skills but I was going to try wasn’t I? ✍️🤞✊

🏘 Since I was a kid I wrote songs in between all the other stuff going on in life. ⏳🤹‍♂️ I have since lost count but over a hundred songs sit slumbering in three song books, which I’m in the process of dusting off and polishing up as if they were my beautiful mum’s silverware. 🍴🍴 The only negligible claim was a place in the semi-finals in a songwriting competition when I was living in South Africa. 🇿🇦

But more valuable are the birthplaces of these tracks – from teenage angst 🛎 to broken hearts 💔, from the wonder that is family 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 to private prayers🙏, and yet the words all seem to be moving towards the same destination – praise for the One who makes life possible. 🌤

So here we begin. 💄💄

🇦🇺 I passed on some of my songs 🎼🎼 to my man 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 🇺🇸, younger brother from a different mother who agreed to perform these first two tracks 📀 THE WAY BACK HOME and 📀 YOUR DOOR, with more to come. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒! He’d be one to watch. 🔎 So turn it up ⬆️🎶 🔈🎚📻 and let us know what you think! 👍👎🥶 Share if you care🤜🤛and add to your playlists!

Please 🙏🙏🙏and thank you! ❤️👍👍👍

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊:
https://open.spotify.com/album/5P5ABXN7JuOdemFLbOiydS

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊S 𝐓𝐎: 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!
https://spinnup.link/362481-the-way-back-home

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THE WAY BACK HOME

I’ve seen my poverty, I have been rich
I’ve seen my exile, this perpetual itch
I’ve seen me lost, and I’ve been alone
This I have seen on the way back home

I see her daily, her love is sweet
I see our hunger, I watch us eat
Her entrailed soul spills like mine
Manifests our children ourselves entwined

I watch them laugh, I see them shiver
I watch them sprout, I see them wither
I’ve seen my praise turn their hearts to chrome
This I have seen on the way back…

Home

I’ve seen the serpent, above my bed
I’ve seen my fears, that kept him fed
I’ve seen those fires, that made him moan
This I have seen, the way back…

I’ve seen the sky without its sun
I’ve seen those trees two thrones as one
I’ve seen their roots like arteries sprawl
I’ve seen them touch one and all

I’ve seen the lake the path around
I’ve seen those creatures familiar sounds
I’ve seen our guide we make our own
This I have seen on the way back home

I see Him sit upon the stair
I hear Him speak, I’m within his care
I’ve seen my life, once on loan
This I have seen, is the way back…

Home

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YOUR DOOR

I leave the gate, pass the pool, give
a cursory wave, for the barking fool
I cross these yards of iron ore
one thousand and sixty three steps
to your door

I tighten my coat, through this early fog
I swim the moat, to skirt the dog 
I hear these distant bells, of barter stores,
one thousand and sixty three steps
to your door

I wait outside, I want to knock
but you get angry, when I pick your lock,
so I whisper stories, of yonder yore,
one thousand and sixty three breaths
on your door

Here I stand, waiting in the vale
protect thee from, the insatiable gale
Hear his echoes, your beloved’s roar
Hear him knock, like you did…
before

If I can just see you, I would impart,
the fondest kiss, on your fondest heart,
I’d repair your wing, for thee I adore
one thousand and sixty three steps
to your door