Raw blues from the back roads of memory. Slow, steady, and straight from the gut. more

A sovereign anthem forged in layered guitars, female baritone vocals, and ceremonial protest. Blending country rock, 60s blues, and mythic cadence, this track reclaims calm as a radical act. Every drumbeat echoes realism. Every lyric brushes down shame. Signed in sound by Trusselli Art.more

Verse 1: Sometimes I feel like my world is too far away, I hear echoes of laughter drift like falling stars away from the galaxy. I see faces smiling on the silver screen, Yet I’m stuck in a space in between. Chorus: I will paint my skies with bright colors anew, Find my rhythm and my truth. Though shadows linger, I’ll hold on tight, And create my way back to the light. Verse 2: The road is lonely, but I will find my tune, I will dance in the rain, under a full moon. Though they seem miles away, their voices fade, I will build a bridge from the tears I’ve made in the shade. Chorus: I will paint my skies with bright colors anew, I will find my rhythm and my truth. Though shadows linger, I’ll hold on tight, And create my way back to the light. Bridge: Every tear will be like a note & every heartache feels an old broken phone line, I’ll weave the web into all my creations so divine. The heartache will fade, my creation will stay, Like a compass guiding me through each day. Final Chorus: So I’ll paint my skies with bright colors anew, I will find my rhythm and my truth. Though shadows still linger, I will hold on tight to what feels right, And create my way back to the light. ________________________________________ I feel depressed today Sitting in my room as I do everyday I used to laugh I used to create humor everyday Somehow the humor was cast Away in a faraway galaxy of light. I will create art as it feels right. Today I saw smiling faces In photos with people going places I feel secluded, as I am an introvert of sorts I hear the multitude of gossip and as my heart fell apart. I want to laugh after a good cry And then I shall sigh, asking why, I must get old and have pain. My back and other joints have changed. I sing a song of blues To the tunes of yesterday, today, and future blues, Of time and space. Mother Mary is full of grace. Vicki Lawana Trusselli more