Time to Go

[Saxophone solo] 

[Verse 1]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ooo.. Ooo.. ohh.. oh-ho... Time to go! 

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Find yourself a moment to be so?

[Verse 2]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ooo.. Ooo.. ohh.. oh-ho... !

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ohh... Nothing else matters, so! 

[Saxophone solo - haunting]

[Pre chorus]

It was late enough for you to leave, 

And all I did was simply tell you so. 

Could I have done anything better? 

Perhaps; will we ever really know?

[Saxophone solo] 

[Chorus] 

Time to go. Time to flow;

Time to vanish into the glow.

If you're afraid, I understand,

Trust me, for I do know! 

[Saxophone solo] 

[Verse 3]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Your can't find another friend to go!

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

We could do better, however slow.

[Saxophone solo] 

[Pre chorus]

It was late enough for you to leave, 

And all I did was simply tell you so. 

Could I have done anything better? 

Perhaps; will we ever really know?

[Chorus] 

Time to go. Time to flow;

Time to vanish into the glow.

If you're afraid, I understand,

Trust me, for I do know!

[Saxophone solo] 

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Singer-Songwriter. Jazz-Folk. B Dorian. Haunting. Saxophone. Acoustic guitar. Soulful.

The Forgotten Blacksmith

[Intro - Acoustic guitar solo. Lone melancholic tune.]

[Verse 1]

In a corner past the castle walls,

By the embers dim and old,

A blacksmith toils with calloused hands,

Turning iron into gold.

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Yet when the banners rise at dawn,

And victories are sung,

They name the knight who held the blade,

Not the hands that shaped his lung.

[Chorus]

Strike the steel, bend the flame,

Give it shape, don’t give it name.

A thousand battles, none my own,

Yet the sword I made takes the throne.

[Instrumental break - Acoustic guitar solo. Emotional.]

[Verse 2]

I hear the cheers, I hear the feast,

Through a door that stays locked tight.

The man who swings the gilded blade

Drinks to "glory" in the light.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

But when the edge dulls, when the cracks appear,

And new wars start to brew,

They’ll come crawling back, hat in hand,

For a sword that’s forged anew.

[Chorus]

Strike the steel, bend the flame,

Give it shape, don’t give it name.

A thousand battles, none my own,

Yet the sword I made takes the throne.

[Instrumental break - Acoustic guitar solo. Emotional.]

[Verse 3]

The forge still burns, the bellows groan,

But now my hands are tired.

They’ll find another younger fool,

To bleed upon this fire.

[Outro]

So raise your cups to hollow men,

Let them bask in stolen pride.

But steel remembers who it met,

And fire knows who died.

[Final Acoustic Guitar Solo - Lone melancholic tune.]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

D Minor. Acoustic Guitar. Mix of folk, blues, and outlaw country with medieval overtones. Warm and weighted male vocals.