Author: Nine Lives Lost

  • Upside Down

    Upside Down

    It started with the image of someone digging holes without even realizing it. Still working. Still moving. Still holding the shovel. Not because they want to, but because they no longer know how to stop.

    That first verse really became the emotional centre of the song for me:

    “It’s hard to see what’s under your feet when you never look down.”

    I think a lot of people live like that sometimes. We bury things. Push them deeper. Keep ourselves distracted. Keep moving. Keep functioning. Hoping the hurt stays covered over long enough that we do not have to face it properly.

    But buried things do not disappear.

    The song moves through isolation, memory, regret, identity, and the strange feeling of becoming disconnected from yourself over time. There is a loneliness running through it, but not necessarily dramatic loneliness. More the quiet kind. The kind that slowly settles into everyday life.

    Verse two is probably the most personal emotionally. Two people crossing paths briefly, but at the wrong time, in the wrong state, or on the wrong side of themselves. That feeling of being seen only partially. Judged by history, mistakes, exhaustion, or the shadow version of who you really are.

    Sometimes people meet us during survival mode instead of during our best moments.

    And sometimes they leave before we figure out how to explain ourselves.

    The recurring chorus — “And my world turned upside down” — is intentionally repetitive and almost hypnotic. I wanted it to feel less like a dramatic event and more like a realization slowly echoing through somebody’s head. The moment where they finally understand how much has shifted beneath them.

    By the third and fourth verses, the song becomes more about drifting. Routine. Fatigue. Aging. Losing certainty. Riding the same train, seeing the same stops, trying to hold onto dignity while life slowly becomes repetitive and emotionally blurred.

    There is also a little dark humour hidden in the final verse:

    “A careless rhyme to pass the time, still playing this silly game.”

    That line matters to me because it acknowledges the absurdity of trying to explain complicated emotions through songs in the first place. Writing can feel meaningful one moment and completely pointless the next. But we keep doing it anyway.

    I do not think “Upside Down” is really about hopelessness.

    I think it is about recognition.

    The moment you stop pretending you are fine long enough to finally look down and see the holes you have been digging all along.

  • Summer Storms

    Summer Storms

    There has always been something strangely comforting about summer storms.

    Not the dangerous kind. Not the destructive kind. I mean the big rolling afternoon storms that seem to swallow the horizon whole before finally breaking open over old rooftops and hot bitumen roads. The kind where the air changes first. The light changes. Everything goes quiet for a moment, like the world is holding its breath.

    That feeling has stayed with me since I was a kid.

    “Summer Storms” came from those memories of sitting on a verandah or near an open window watching dark clouds slowly take control of the sky. Screen doors rattling. Windows shaking in their frames. Dogs pacing around the house before the rain arrives. That strange green-grey colour the world turns just before the storm finally breaks.

    I wanted the song to feel physical and familiar. Not polished or poetic for the sake of it. More like memories stitched together.

    The storm in the song is not really a threat. It is almost a visitor. An old friend arriving unexpectedly. Something exciting that wakes up that part of you that still feels like a child when thunder rolls across the sky.

    A lot of the imagery came from very ordinary Australian suburban moments. Tin roofs roaring under heavy rain. Gutters overflowing. Puddles gathering in potholes. Streets shimmering afterwards beneath orange streetlights. The smell that hangs in the air after everything cools down.

    At its core, the song is really about escape.

    There is something calming about sitting inside during a storm while chaos moves around you. For a little while, normal life stops. The noise disappears. Deadlines, stress, pressure, all of it fades into the background. You just sit there listening to the rain and thunder and watching the sky tear itself apart.

    And somehow you feel safe in the middle of it.

    That is what the final verse is about for me. The sadness when the storm finally moves on and silence returns. That strange disappointment when something beautiful passes too quickly.

    Some people hate storms.

    I have always loved them.

  • Summer Storms

    Summer Storms

    [Verse 1]
    The old screen door’s creaking,
    And banging in the rising wind,
    Dogs pacing on the worn floor boards,
    Hoping to get in.

    The pealing paint is dancing,
    Windows chatter in their frames,
    The distance disappears in the thick air,
    The world turns a different shade.

    [Chorus]
    And I love the sound of summer storms,
    And the cool wind on my face,
    Under heavy skies I close my eyes,
    I love these kind of days.

    [Verse 2]
    The clouds claim all within their reach,
    Lightning shocks the darkened sky,
    A deep rumble follows close behind,
    That wakes my inner child.

    The sky ripped open wide,
    Cold rain spilling out,
    Washing away the gathered dust,
    Blowing frantic leaves all about.

    [Chorus]
    And I love the smell of summer storms,
    And the cool wind on my face,
    Under heavy skies I close my eyes,
    I crave these kind of days.

    [Verse 3]
    The rain stings the old tin roof,
    The gutters gurgle and flow,
    Another flash of light cuts through the sky,
    Then the thunder roars.

    Sitting silent looking out,
    As the sky comes falling down,
    The world is shaking all around,
    But nothing can touch me now.

    [Chorus]
    And I love the feel of summer storms,
    And the cool wind on my face,
    Under heavy skies I close my eyes,
    I need these kind of days.

    [Verse 4]
    The clouds march on into the night,
    Though I begged them to stay,
    The storm rolled on, moved along,
    Leaving silence in its wake.

    The sweet scent still haunts the air,
    Droplets cling to the window panes,
    Leaving puddles in the potholes,
    And shimmering streets after the rain.

    [Outro]
    The storm rolled on, moved along,
    But I wish it had stayed.
    The storm rolled on, moved along,
    But I wish it had stayed.

    [Chorus]
    And I love the sound of summer storms,
    And the cool wind on my face,
    Under heavy skies I close my eyes,
    I love these kind of days.

  • Upside Down

    Upside Down

    [Verse 1]
    I didn’t know,
    I was digging these holes,
    Still gripping the shovel tight.

    It’s hard to see,
    What’s under your feet,
    When you never look down.

    I tried to hide,
    How I felt inside,
    Something I just can’t explain.

    Throwing the dirt,
    To cover the hurt,
    So it won’t surface again.

    [Chorus]
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    [Verse 2]
    You met me,
    So briefly,
    On the wrong side of the road.

    You didn’t see,
    The real me,
    Just the shadow I left behind.

    Looking at me,
    At my history,
    And a past I can’t undo.

    I started to fade,
    As you drove away,
    And disappeared from view.

    [Chorus]
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    [Verse 3]
    I turned back,
    Took a different track,
    They’re all the same to me.

    The scenery,
    Gets so blurry,
    So tired I can hardly see.

    I walked the line,
    Between yours and mine,
    Getting lost somewhere in between.

    No clear sign,
    Of what I might find,
    So I’ll have to wait and see.

    [Chorus]
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    [Verse 4]
    Going grey,
    Riding this train,
    The same stops every day.

    Uncertainty,
    In front of me,
    And it never seems to change.

    My dignity,
    Taken from me,
    And I didn’t feel a thing.

    A careless rhyme,
    To pass the time,
    Still playing this silly game.

    [Chorus]
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

    And my world,
    Turned upside down.
    And my world,
    Turned upside down.

  • I Remember You

    I Remember You

    Ah
    Ah
    Ah
    Ah

    First time I saw you,
    Crowded hallway, late afternoon,
    Leaning on your locker,
    Blue blazer hanging loose.
    The world in slow motion,
    The sound turned right down,
    I stood there pretending,
    I wasn’t looking now.

    Schoolyard congregation,
    Glancing through the crowd,
    Conversations muted,
    Looking all around.
    Captured in a photo,
    Not mine to keep,
    You didn’t need to pose,
    It came so naturally.

    I remember you,
    Clearer than passing years,
    Some things fade away,
    Some stay right here.
    I remember you,
    Swaying off to the side,
    A little out of focus,
    And slightly out of time.

    Pontoon in the water,
    You climbed on, I tried to hide,
    Your sun-soaked silhouette
    Forever burned into my mind.
    But I couldn’t look away,
    Tried to play it cool somehow,
    Head and heart racing,
    I can still see you now.

    The music pounded loudly,
    Coloured lights filled the room,
    The sound made the shadows dance,
    I loved the way you moved.
    Someone close beside you,
    I tried not to stare,
    Jealousy came to greet me,
    And left me stranded there.

    I remember you,
    Clearer than passing years,
    Some things fade away,
    Some stay right here.
    I remember you,
    Swaying off to the side,
    A little out of focus,
    And slightly out of time.

    I saw you coming down the stairs,
    You took my breath away,
    We chatted briefly then you left,
    But I wish that you had stayed.
    Years passed, they came and went,
    We crossed paths now and then,
    I could not tell you what I felt,
    And I’m sorry I never did.

    We met again in another life,
    I fell in love with you,
    It happened fast but didn’t last,
    You were so hard to lose.
    My phone lies silent,
    Messages get no reply,
    We blazed brightly for a moment,
    A flame I keep alight.

    Some days linger,
    Some slip away,
    Some people stay,
    Some drift away.
    Some mistakes we make,
    Are hard to recognise,
    Appearing in the mirror,
    Only after we’ve passed by.

    I keep your cards in a drawer,
    I reed them every now and then,
    I visit this little town
    To feel close to you again.
    Walking empty streets,
    Looking back, I wonder why,
    Reliving perfect memories,
    Of a perfect time.

    I remember you,
    Clearer than passing years,
    Some things fade away,
    Some stay right here.
    I remember you,
    Swaying off to the side,
    A little out of focus
    And slightly out of time.

    I remember you,
    Clearer than passing years,
    Some things fade away,
    Some stay right here.
    I remember you,
    Swaying off to the side,
    A little out of focus
    And slightly out of time.

  • I Remember You

    I Remember You

    I Remember You is a song about the quiet connections we sometimes never realize we’ve made. At school, or in life, it’s easy to feel invisible, like no one notices you. But the truth is, someone might have been watching, remembering, and carrying that moment with them for years. The first version of this song was much sadder. Over time it changed into something else: a reminder that even if something is lost, it can still be a gift that it happened at all. Not every story has to end with regret. Sometimes the real victory is simply that it meant something.

  • Dorian Gray (2020)

    Dorian Gray (2020)

    This is an alternate version of Dorian Gray.

    Dorian Gray is a dark, reflective song about illusion, identity, and the moment a carefully built facade finally collapses. Inspired by the idea of living behind a mask, the track follows the breakdown of a fake world and the painful clarity that comes with letting it burn. Quiet, honest, and emotionally grounded, this is a song about facing the truth when there is nowhere left to hide.

  • Dorian Gray

    Dorian Gray

    Looking ’round
    For something I might want to save,
    Burning now
    But it did’t have to end this way,
    It’s hard to speak
    When there’s nothing left to say,
    Foolishly
    It’s just a game I play.

    Just like Dorian Gray.
    Just like Dorian Gray.

    This town
    The place that I happen to be,
    This life
    The things that happen to me,
    This love
    Lost to uncertainty,
    This pain
    A perfect picture of me.

    A perfect picture of me.
    A perfect picture of me.

    This suit
    Designed to hide the decay,
    Dying
    A little more every day,
    So afraid
    But I pretend to be brave,
    It’s my lie
    And I choose to live this way.

    Just like Dorian Gray.
    Just like Dorian Gray.

    This portrait
    Reveals the truth in me,
    Kept safe
    Under lock and key,
    A delusion
    That has set me free,
    A life
    That was not mine to keep.

    Not mine to keep.
    Not mine to keep.

    All at once,
    My world came crashing down,
    Shattered glass
    Falling all around,
    Bleeding
    Praying for a way out,
    Bruised, broken
    And crying out so loud.

    Crying out so loud.
    Crying out so loud.

    Looking ’round
    For something I might want to save,
    Burning now
    But it did’t have to end this way,
    It’s hard to speak
    When there’s nothing left to say,
    In the end
    We pay for the deals we make.

    Just like Dorian Gray.
    Just like Dorian Gray.

    Just like Dorian Gray.
    Just like Dorian Gray.

    Just like Dorian Gray.
    Just like Dorian Gray.

  • Dorian Gray

    Dorian Gray

    There is a moment when the version of yourself you have been protecting finally gives way. The story you built, the mask you refined, the world you curated to survive. Dorian Gray by Nine Lives Lost lives inside that moment.

    Inspired by the idea of a life split in two, the song explores what happens when appearance is allowed to outrun truth. It is not about vanity alone. It is about compromise, avoidance, and the quiet deals we make with ourselves in order to keep moving. The verses circle a familiar tension. Knowing something is wrong, choosing to live with it anyway.

    The imagery is deliberate and physical. Shattered glass. Crawling. A world collapsing inward rather than exploding outward. The song does not rush to redemption. Instead, it lingers in the discomfort of recognition. That point where denial stops working and the cost of maintaining the illusion becomes impossible to ignore.

    Musically, Dorian Gray is restrained and patient. Space matters. The arrangement allows the lyric to carry weight, mirroring the emotional arc of the song. When the turning point arrives, it is not triumphant. It is necessary. The fake world comes crashing down, and there is no attempt to save it.

    At its core, the song is about identity and ownership. Who we pretend to be. Who we really are. And what happens when the distance between those two things becomes too wide to manage. There is loss in that collapse, but there is also clarity. Sometimes letting it burn is the only way out.

    Dorian Gray sits comfortably within the Nine Lives Lost catalogue. Dark, reflective, and grounded in story rather than statement. It asks a simple question and refuses to soften the answer.

  • Grenfell

    Grenfell

    Grenfell was much older then,
    Out of favour with the crowd.
    Wrapped in a cheap skin of plastic and tin,
    To make the skyline proud.

    I wonder if they knew what they’d done,
    If they didn’t think or didn’t care,
    And if they spared a thought at all,
    For the families living there.

    On June 14 an alarm screams,
    A small kitchen fire burns,
    A soft glow in the window,
    No need for concern.

    But the fire hides for a moment,
    Then it turns to strike,
    Ferociously feasting on the façade,
    Racing upward flight by flight.

    And London is burning tonight,
    Deliberately set alight,
    We might not make it out alive,
    Saved some money but paid the price.

    And London is burning tonight,
    Avarice and greed set it on fire,
    We wait, watch and wonder why,
    London’s burning tonight.

    The tower is blazing now,
    But everything is fine,
    Your home might be burning,
    But please stay inside.

    There’s no need to be afraid,
    Help is almost here,
    Sirens cut through the dirty air,
    And then they disappear.

    The desperate calls are answered,
    Words careful and calm,
    “Stay right where you are,” they say,
    A policy gone too far.

    And here on the ground crowds gather ’round,
    And they watch and scream and cry,
    Praying for a miracle,
    For those still trapped inside.

    And London is burning tonight,
    Deliberately set alight,
    We might not make it out alive,
    Saved some money but paid the price.

    And London is burning tonight,
    Avarice and greed set it on fire,
    We wait, watch and wonder why,
    London’s burning tonight.

    The world watched on for sixty hours,
    As the flames were laid to rest,
    While the spin doctors rehearsed the lines,
    That would serve them best.

    The government blamed the workers,
    The corporations did the same,
    Serving the stock at all cost,
    Letting someone else take the blame.

    Some screamed at the powers that be,
    But they already knew,
    Every warning locked away,
    Safely hidden from me and you.

    Risk assessed and understood,
    And quietly pushed through,
    As long as they make their targets,
    They have nothing much to lose.

    And London is burning tonight,
    Deliberately set alight,
    We might not make it out alive,
    Saved some money but paid the price.

    And London is burning tonight,
    Avarice and greed set it on fire,
    We wait, watch and wonder why,
    London’s burning tonight.

    From the twentieth floor you choke or fall,
    Discarded warnings on the floor,
    “Show me the bodies,” one MP called,
    “Or there’s no problem at all.”

    Corners cut, reports faked,
    Signed off, ticked, approved,
    A thousand warnings buried deep,
    But they will never find the proof.

    So shut your mouth, don’t say a word,
    Forget the things you saw,
    The truth was bought and paid for,
    And your silence will save us all.

    No apology, no justice,
    Just an endless circle of blame,
    And we sit here doing nothing,
    So nothing’s gonna change.

    Seventy two names we couldn’t save,
    So we wrote them on a wall,
    Silence built the tower,
    And silence watched it fall.

    Silence built the tower,
    And silence watched it fall.

  • Grenfell

    Grenfell

    This song was written with care, restraint, and a clear sense of responsibility. It does not attempt to recreate the Grenfell Tower fire, nor does it try to speak for those who lived through it. Instead, it stands at a distance, looking at the decisions, systems, and silences that allowed it to happen.

    Grenfell Tower was not an abstract failure. It was a place where people lived, raised families, cooked dinner, and went to sleep. The opening verses acknowledge that reality. A building that had aged, fallen out of favour, and was later altered to satisfy appearances rather than safety. The language is plain and observational, because anything more dramatic would feel dishonest. The facts are already devastating.

    As the song moves forward, it narrows its focus. A small fire. A sense of calm. Reassurance. The lyrics deliberately reflect the false confidence that surrounded the early hours of the disaster. The idea that everything was under control. That help was coming. That staying put was the safest option. These were not fictional ideas. They were instructions given in good faith, based on systems that were believed to work.

    The chorus shifts the song from observation to accountability. It does not accuse individuals inside the building or on the ground. It questions the priorities that led to known risks being accepted, warnings being ignored, and cost savings being valued over human lives. The repeated line about saving money but paying the price is not rhetorical. It is literal.

    Later verses widen the lens again. The crowds watching from below. The sirens that fade. The prolonged media coverage. The language becomes colder, more procedural, mirroring the way responsibility was slowly diluted across committees, departments, and corporate structures. Decisions were made, assessed, approved, and signed off long before the fire. By the time it happened, those decisions were invisible to the people most affected by them.

    This song does not pretend that the story ended when the flames were extinguished. It acknowledges the aftermath. The deflection. The careful wording. The absence of meaningful accountability. The way silence became easier than truth. These sections are intentionally uncomfortable. They are meant to be.

    The final lines return to stillness. They do not name names or recreate images. They simply recognise the lives lost and the quiet that followed. Silence is not presented as neutral. It is shown as something that can build structures, enable harm, and allow history to repeat itself if left unchallenged.

    This song exists to remember, to question, and to refuse indifference. It was written with respect for the victims, their families, and their community. It does not claim to offer answers. It only insists that the questions should never have been necessary in the first place.

  • Comfortable Con

    Comfortable Con

    It’s easier to be a victim than start thinking,
    It’s easier to make excuses than face the truth.
    It’s easier to walk the road you already know,
    It’s easier just to go wherever they go.

    It’s easier to close your eyes than start seeing,
    It’s easier to believe a lie than hear the proof.
    It’s easier to speak the words that you’ve been given,
    It’s easier to kill their dreams and steal their youth.

    Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
    The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
    Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
    Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

    A little man sits alone, counting money on his throne,
    Smiling as the piles grow in his billion dollar home.
    With every story he creates, with every deal he makes,
    Not caring who he breaks, praised for every coin he takes.

    We’re sold a silly dream, with no idea what it means,
    And we live a silly life, never even asking why.
    The delusion spreads so far and wide,
    The truth sounds just the same as the lies.

    Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
    The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
    Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
    Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

    We need a god that’s worth more than money,
    We need a world not built on deceit.
    We’ve got to stop falling for the comfortable con,
    And learn to get up on our feet.

    We scream for unity but label everything,
    Driving wedges deeper in the cracks.
    Keeping the masses numb and distracted,
    And there may be no way back.

    Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
    The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
    Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
    Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

    The gold is glittering, all hope is withering,
    Faith is fading as we choke.
    It’s just a better asylum for us to cry in,
    One voice screaming as humanity goes broke.

    I’ll speed off down the highway with the lights off,
    Heading anywhere at all, I don’t care.
    I might not get too far, but that don’t matter,
    I won’t die silenced and tethered here.

    Those who have, those who don’t,
    Those who will, those who won’t.
    Those who have, those who don’t,
    Those who will, those who won’t.

    Control is painted as protection, division dressed up as unity.
    The villains are praised as saviours, and madness calls itself reality.
    Lies are perfectly packaged and posted, we ferociously feast on the bait.
    Agendas hide off to the side, and the ones who can’t afford it always pay.

  • Comfortable Con

    Comfortable Con

    There’s a quiet danger that comes with comfort. It slips in through the cracks of routine, hides behind well-crafted stories, and convinces us that ease equals truth. “Comfortable Con” is a song about that danger, about how society trades awareness for convenience, conscience for calm, and individuality for the illusion of safety.

    The verses reflect the slow erosion of critical thought, where we accept pre-packaged answers instead of asking questions. We believe what we are told because it’s easier than confronting what we might find if we look deeper. Each line builds on the idea that complacency is seductive, and the systems that benefit from our blindness thrive because of it.

    The chorus turns the mirror toward modern life. It’s a world where manipulation masquerades as protection, where division is branded as unity, and where people are sold dreams designed to keep them quiet. We scroll, consume, and repeat, all while convincing ourselves we’re in control. But underneath the surface, power and profit shape the narrative.

    Later verses shift from observation to defiance. They call for something more honest, a world not built on deceit, a faith not measured in dollars. The final images of escape and rebellion capture that breaking point, when silence becomes unbearable and it’s better to drive blind into the unknown than stay chained to the familiar lie.

    “Comfortable Con” is not just a protest song. It’s a reflection of the modern condition, part confession, part wake-up call. It’s an anthem for those who still feel that something is wrong, even when everything looks perfectly normal.

  • Celebrating our first 50

    Celebrating our first 50

    Nine Lives Lost is celebrating a big milestone: the release of 50 songs in the Songs for Strays set, now available as a free download. The entire collection can be used, shared, covered, remixed or adapted however you like, as long as Nine Lives Lost is acknowledged in the process. It’s less about ownership and more about letting the songs live beyond their original form, passed between friends, played around campfires, reimagined in new voices and styles.

    You can grab the full set here: 
    https://nineliveslost.com/downloads/Songs-For-Strays.zip.

    Whether you’re just listening through or planning to make something with them, we hope the songs find a home with you, and if they spark something creative, even better.

  • Dance With Me

    Dance With Me

    Will you dance with me, can I dance with you?
    I may be an old fool, but I’m so in love with you.
    Yes, I’ll dance with you, come and dance with me,
    You’re my forever after, you’re the whole world to me.

    His mind drifts away, lost in the fog and haze,
    Skin so paper thin, so fragile and grey.
    Fingers old and worn, proudly bear her ring,
    And when he’s with her, he has everything.

    Her tired eyes hide, behind broken glass,
    A heart so big, though it’s fading fast.
    Slowly shuffling across, the old wooden floor,
    But when she’s with him, she couldn’t ask for more.

    Will you dance with me, can I dance with you?
    The years have disappeared, but they’ve been wonderful.
    Yes, I’ll dance with you, come and dance with me,
    Together hand in hand, in perfect harmony.

    He sits alone at his chessboard, another match done,
    Pieces scattered all around, a war that can’t be won.
    She hums a tune in the kitchen, wistfully looking on,
    She takes a deep breath, and wonders where he’s gone.

    In a moment of clarity, he recognises his bride.
    Joy floods his heart, and his eyes shine so bright.
    In that heartbeat, the confusion is swept away,
    Eighty years may have passed, but they’re teenagers today.

    Will you dance with me, can I dance with you?
    You’re as beautiful today, as the first day I met you.
    Yes, I’ll dance with you, come and dance with me,
    Thank you for these years, thank you for loving me.

    With each sunrise, she wakes in the golden light,
    One more precious day, with the love of her life.
    A happy home brimming with perfect memories,
    But will he remember her today? She’ll have to wait and see.

    The years have been kind, but carve scars as they pass.
    So tired, worn and weary under the shadows they cast.
    Time marches on, taking back all life brings,
    Cruelly stealing so much, but not everything.

    Will you dance with me, can I dance with you?
    Life can hurt sometimes, but not when I’m with you.
    Yes, I’ll dance with you, come and dance with me,
    In your arms I’m at home, you’re all I’ll ever need.

    Her best friend slips away, a little more each day,
    She watches on so helplessly, a cruel twist of fate,
    Whispering hopeless prayers, she tries to hide her fear,
    Afraid of what will happen, when she’s no longer here.

    He takes her frail hand, and softly calls her name,
    He can see she’s hurting, he can feel her pain.
    A furnace in his chest, he trembles with hope in his eyes,
    “I live this life for you, can we dance for a while?”

    Will you dance with me, can I dance with you?
    This may be our last dance, but I’ll always be with you.
    Yes, I’ll dance with you, come and dance with me,
    I thought we had forever, please remember me.

    Let’s dance together, hold each other tight.
    Let’s dance together, one more time tonight.
    Let’s dance together, like we used to do.
    Let’s dance together, some dreams come true.

    Even when the music stops, I hear the melody.
    Even though you’re no longer here, you’re still here with me.

  • Dance With Me

    Dance With Me

    There are songs that tell a story, and then there are songs that feel like they are telling your own. “Will You Dance With Me” is one of those rare pieces that feels deeply personal even on the first listen. It is about a couple who have spent decades together, building a home, a life, and a world of shared memories. As age and illness creep in, their love becomes both a lifeline and an anchor, expressed in the simplest question: Will you dance with me, can I dance with you?

    The verses move like snapshots of an old photo album. We see him at a chessboard, pieces scattered, fighting battles he cannot win. We see her in the kitchen, humming wistfully, watching the man she loves drift further away into fog and haze. We hear their hearts breaking but also holding on, as time and memory begin to fray. Yet each chorus is a moment of clarity and devotion, a reminder that even when everything else fades, love remains.

    This song captures both beauty and ache. There is fragility in the imagery: skin as paper thin, eyes behind broken glass, time carving scars as it passes. But there is also resilience, a fierce and quiet hope. When he recognises her in a flash of lucidity, they are teenagers again. When she whispers prayers, she still hopes for one more day. When he asks her to dance, it becomes both a plea and a promise.

    The bridge and outro give the song its final lift. The lines “Let’s dance together, hold each other tight… Even when the music stops, I hear the melody” show how love transcends even the ending of a life. The music may stop, but the melody, like the memory, lives on. This is not just a love song. It is a portrait of two people holding on to their humanity, their dignity, and each other in the face of inevitable loss.

    “Will You Dance With Me” is a song for anyone who has loved deeply, for anyone who has watched someone fade but still reached out for their hand. It is a reminder that the small moments—one more dance, one more sunrise, one more whispered prayer—are where our lives are truly lived.

  • Conflicted About AI in Music

    Conflicted About AI in Music

    I have to admit that I am a little conflicted about the use of AI in making music. Part of me feels it is a step away from the traditional path of learning an instrument, spending years improving your craft, and then expressing yourself through the notes you play. That process has always been central to what many people see as the “real” way to make music. At the same time, I know that whether AI belongs in music depends on your goal, your motivation, and what you are trying to achieve.

    For me, my main focus has always been on writing about my experiences. I put a lot of effort into shaping words so they tell the story I want to tell. I spend time reworking lines so they create an image that someone else might recognise, so that they connect with me in that moment of shared feeling. That is where my energy naturally flows.

    I am very much a campfire player. While I would love to spend more time becoming a better musician, learning theory, and building stronger skills on the guitar, right now my purpose is simpler. I want to tell stories and share my experiences through song. I do write the music and create the basic structures, but when it comes to shaping the production into something that feels complete, I rely on AI. It helps me present the song in a way that I could not achieve on my own.

    The way I currently see it, all forms of art are really just a function applied to a medium. A painter uses paint and canvas to capture their vision. A poet arranges words on paper to communicate a feeling or idea. The medium can be very important, but it is not the essence of the art. What matters most is the act of expression and the story being told. For me, AI has become the paper on which I write my music. It is simply the medium I use right now to put my feelings into a form I can share.

    I do not know if I will always see it this way. My relationship with AI and music may evolve. One day I might lean less on technology and rely more on my own musicianship. For now though, this is how it works for me.

    Some people will love it and others will hate it, and that is their choice. I have chosen to accept it, at least for the moment.

  • Save Me

    Save Me

    Can you tell me what you see?
    Can you tell me who I should be?
    Can you tell me how to be free?

    Can you save me?
    Can you save me?
    Can you save me?

    Can you tell me what to do?
    Can you tell me who to choose?
    Can you tell me how to believe?

    Can you save me?
    Can you save me?
    Can you save me?

    Can you tell me what to say?
    Can you tell me who will stay?
    Can you tell me how to grieve?

    Can you save me?
    Can you save me?
    Can you save me?

  • Save Me

    Save Me

    This song started life a very long time ago as nothing more than an instrumental sketch. Even without words, it carried a desperate edge, the kind of tension that sat unresolved in the chords. For years, it sat unfinished — until I revisited it with a different vision.

    I decided to push it harder. I layered in heavy guitars, let the strings flood the background, and brought in an AI bandto give it a modern punch. What was once a quiet instrumental suddenly became this wide, cinematic cry for help.

    Lyrically, Save Me is the simplest song I’ve written. It’s built on repetition — three verses, each with a few pleading questions, circling back again and again to the same line: “Can you save me?” That’s it. No elaborate storytelling, no complex verses. Just the same desperate call, echoing against the music.

    And maybe that’s the point — when you’re at your lowest, there often aren’t a thousand words. There’s just one. One question. One plea.

    This track feels both new and old to me: rooted in something I wrote long ago, but reborn into something bigger, darker, and more alive.

  • Why an AI Band and no persona?

    Why an AI Band and no persona?

    We write songs because the stories won’t leave us alone. They start as sketches sitting on the bed, voice, guitar, a pulse of an idea, and then ask for a different skin. Instead of forcing every song through one fixed singer or “AI persona,” we treat our AI tools like a rotating band of guest musicians. Each track gets the voice, tone, and production that best serves the story.

    No fixed persona = more honest songs

    A single, branded voice can be tidy for marketing, but it boxes the music in. Our songs wander across moods, alt-folk one day, indie rock the next, cinematic ballad after that. Locking into one timbre would make some stories feel false. With an AI band, we can “cast” the right vocalist for each narrative, the same way films cast actors for roles. The result feels more truthful: the performance fits the lyric instead of the lyric bending to a fixed voice.

    “Guest vocalist” flexibility on every track

    Think of it as an open-door studio session:

    • Character match: We pick vocal color (age, grit, warmth, air) to mirror the narrator’s point of view.
    • Genre fluency: Voices shift naturally with arrangement—whispery for folk, chesty and forward for rock, intimate for confessional pieces.
    • Dynamic range: Some songs need restraint; others beg for a lift and edge. We select phrasing and power to fit the arc.
    • Iteration without ego: We can try multiple ideas quickly and keep the one that best serves the song—no one’s identity is on the line.

    Our process: from acoustic seed to finished track

    1. Write the story
      Lyric first culture. Melody and chord bed come from simple acoustic takes—enough to prove the song stands on its own.
    2. Define the role of the voice
      Who’s speaking? Tender confessor, weary traveler, hopeful fighter? We write a short “character brief.”
    3. Cast the vocalist
      We audition AI vocal profiles against the brief, testing diction, grain, vibrato, and emotional lift on key lines (usually chorus first).
    4. Direct the performance
      We guide phrasing, emphasis, breaths, and timing to land the emotional beats. Micro-edits keep humanity—tiny imperfections, not clinical perfection.
    5. Arrange around the truth
      Instruments and production support the vocal: keep the acoustic heart, then layer rhythm, texture, and space to elevate the narrative.
    6. Quality pass & transparency
      Final checks for clarity, translation to different speakers, and a note about how AI was used. The writing is always ours; the vocal is a tool we play.

    What stays consistent (even when the voice changes)

    • Songwriting DNA: Our melodic shapes, turns of phrase, and recurring themes tie everything together.
    • Acoustic backbone: Most tracks begin on guitar/piano and keep that core, even when the production grows.
    • Story-first decisions: If an idea sounds cool but weakens the lyric, it goes.

    Why this matters to listeners

    • Variety without whiplash: You’ll hear a fresh vocal character where it makes sense, not change for the sake of novelty.
    • Clearer storytelling: The “right” voice illuminates the lyric. You shouldn’t have to fight the timbre to feel the meaning.
    • Discovery: Different textures invite repeat listens. The song you loved for the hook might reveal a new layer through the delivery.

    What about “finding our sound”?

    We may eventually settle into a tighter palette of voices and production colors. Right now, we’re deliberately exploring, turning acoustic concepts into something new and letting each song tell us what it needs. When patterns emerge naturally, we’ll honor them. Until then, curiosity leads.

    Ethics & authorship

    We’re transparent about our use of AI. We write the songs, shape the performances, and craft the productions. The AI vocalist is an instrument, powerful, flexible, and directed by human choice. The goal isn’t to fool anyone; it’s to serve the music.

    Quick answers

    • Does AI replace humans for us? No. It expands our creative options. We still collaborate with real musicians and are open to human guest vocals.
    • Why not just pick one AI persona? Because different stories deserve different voices. A fixed persona would be a shortcut that costs truth.
    • Will you perform live? Yes—live arrangements will feature human performers. The “guest vocalist” idea can carry over with session singers.

    Nine Lives Lost is about songs, not a mascot. An AI band lets us cast the right voice every time, keep our acoustic heart, and transform ideas without losing the thread. If you hear a different singer on the next track, that’s the point, the story asked for them.

  • 9am

    9am

    Looking out my doorway, the day looks kinda grey,
    It’s only 5am.
    Rain and dark skies, the way I feel inside,
    Will it ever end?

    The world still turns and I will never learn,
    So I’m right back here again.
    But there’s much to do, no time for missing you.
    Well, maybe now and then.

    And you don’t own me, and I don’t owe you,
    That’s just the way it ends.
    And you don’t owe me, and I don’t own you.
    There’s nothing left to mend.

    Staring at your picture, and I already miss you.
    It’s only 9am.
    Laughter and memories, you were perfect for me,
    I never wanted it to end.

    The clock ticks away, every minute, every day,
    And starts all over again.
    But there’s much to do, no time for missing you.
    Well, maybe now and then.

    And you don’t own me, and I don’t owe you,
    That’s just the way it ends.
    And you don’t owe me, and I don’t own you.
    There’s no need to pretend.

    Getting home late, swing open the gate.
    It’s only 5pm.
    The day is done, I’m just getting home,
    Right back here again.

    Dishes pile in the sink, too much time to think,
    So I have one more drink.
    There’s nothing else to do, so I lay here missing you,
    Wondering who was to blame.

    But you don’t own me, and I don’t owe you,
    That’s just the way it ends.
    And you don’t owe me, and I don’t own you.
    Right back where we began.

    But you don’t own me, and I don’t owe you,
    That’s just the way it ends.
    And you don’t owe me, and I don’t own you.
    It’s too late to start again.

    Looking out my doorway,
    The sky looks kinda grey,
    It’s only 10pm.

  • 9am

    9am

    This song started as a normal morning with bad weather and too much thinking. It walks through a single day after a breakup: 5am, 9am, 5pm, 10pm. You make coffee, you check a photo you should probably hide, you do the dishes, you tell yourself you are fine, then you miss them a little. Nothing dramatic, just real life.

    The chorus is the centre of it: you don’t own me, I don’t owe you. It is not angry, it is just clear. No scorecards, no big speeches, no one to punish. Sometimes things end and you try to leave each other with some dignity.

    I like that the verses stay small. Rain, clocks, the gate, the sink. That is how most days feel after a split. You get on with it, then it taps you on the shoulder now and then. The song keeps circling back to that line, which is pretty much how the day works too.

    Musically it keeps a steady pace. Vocal up close, nothing rushed. The hook lands each time the time of day flips over. You feel the loop, then you move on to the next bit of the day.

  • Because Of You

    Because Of You

    Hey, it was great to see you everyday,
    But we fell apart somewhere on the way.
    Things don’t last, it’s just the way it goes,
    But I’m so glad we shared this road.

    I never saw this coming ’round,
    So unexpected what I’d found,
    A helping hand when I was down,
    A light fighting back the dark.

    You were always there for me,
    We seem to fit so perfectly,
    There’s no good reason I can see,
    Why we’re now so far apart.

    And I must say,
    I’m a better man today,
    And I know for sure,
    It’s all because of you.
    And I must say,
    In every way every new day,
    Is so much brighter,
    And it’s all because of you.

    These thoughts of you and everything you do,
    Give me the strength to keep going on.
    But the thought of you and all we’ve been through,
    Makes this all feel so wrong.

    While I wished you stayed, I know why you went away,
    But I would turn back time if I could.
    The choices made are here with us to stay,
    But if I could change them, I would.

    And I must say,
    I’m a better man today,
    And I know for sure,
    It’s all because of you.
    And I must say,
    In every way every new day,
    Is so much brighter,
    And it’s all because of you.

    Since you’ve been away I count the minutes in the day,
    And hope that you come back home again.
    Memories fade but I’ll hold tight to keep them safe
    They shine so bright through the pouring rain.

    I know it’s hard to do, the end of me and you,
    But all we really needed was some time.
    A new journey begun, the old one almost done,
    It’s hard now, but in time we’ll be fine.

    And I must say,
    I’m a better man today,
    And I know for sure,
    It’s all because of you.
    And I must say,
    In every way every new day,
    Is so much brighter,
    And it’s all because of you.

    It’s all because of you.

  • Because Of You

    Because Of You

    Because Of You is a gratitude note to a relationship that did not last and still mattered. I wrote it with the belief that the things you love about someone at the start are real, and they do not disappear just because the story changes. The song sits in that space where you can miss a person and still be thankful for what they gave you. It is not about pretending the ending did not hurt. It is about noticing how love can shape you in ways that stay.

    The verses remember simple things first: seeing each other every day, the surprise of finding help when you were at your worst, the feeling of light pushing back the dark. There is a tenderness in admitting how well we once fit, even while admitting we drifted apart. The chorus says the quiet truth out loud. I am a better man today, and it is because of you. That line is the spine of the song.

    There is longing here too. Wishing you could turn back time. Counting minutes and hoping the door opens again. Owning the choices that cannot be undone. Those moments are honest, and they belong in the same frame as the gratitude. The point is not to erase the past or hold on forever. The point is to carry the best parts forward.

    Over time I have learned that a good relationship teaches you things you do not unlearn. Patience. Kindness. How to listen. How to show up. Even after goodbye, those lessons keep working on you. Because Of You is my way of saying thank you for that. Thank you for the light when I needed it. Thank you for the parts of me that grew while we were together. I will keep those as I move through the rest of my life. Thank you for making me a better person.

  • Bored Saturday

    Bored Saturday

    Bored Saturday is an instrumental snapshot of a quiet afternoon that turned into music almost by accident. I wandered into my little room, hit record, and stacked parts one after another with no plan, no map, and no pressure to impress anyone. It is rough around the edges on purpose. Levels drift, phrases lean, and that looseness is the point. It simply caught a mood and left it there.

    What you hear is a small idea growing in real time. A simple motif starts the conversation, a second voice answers it, and a gentle pulse keeps everything moving forward. Sections arrive because they felt right in the moment, not because a chart said they should. A few passages carry the exact feeling of that day, and that is why this piece survived when so many others did not.

    There is no story to decode and no lyric to chase. Let it play and see where it takes you. If it feels like a slow Saturday that suddenly mattered, then you are hearing what I heard. 

  • Bored Saturday

    Bored Saturday

    I recorded this on a quiet afternoon with nothing in mind except passing time. I sat down, pressed record, and added one part after another—no chart, no click, no plan. It was just something to do on a slow Saturday, and that looseness is baked into the track.

    It’s as rough as they come. Levels drift, timing wobbles, and a few notes barely stick the landing. That’s why I like it. There was no pressure to impress anyone; it simply caught a mood and left it there. Certain little phrases still pull me right back to that room, which is probably why it survived when so many other sketches disappeared.

    The whole thing came together by feel. One continuous take grew as each layer suggested the next. I kept the imperfections because they tell the story better than a polished version ever could.

    Not every piece needs a grand reason to exist. Sometimes music is just a record of how you felt on an ordinary day. Bored Saturday is exactly that: a simple instrumental that turned a slow afternoon into something I can still hear and remember.

  • What You Want To Be

    What You Want To Be

    Hey Cassidy,
    Do you know what you want to be?
    Hey, my little girl,
    What are you going to do out in the world?

    Maybe a farmer, working the land?
    Or an architect, drawing up plans?
    A pilot, flying so high?
    An astronomer, watching the sky?

    Maybe an artist, palette so bright?
    Or a doctor, saving a life?
    A musician, playing perfect notes?
    A writer, sharing what you wrote?

    Whatever it is you choose to do,
    Where ever this crazy life takes you,
    Whatever it is, you decide to be,
    It won’t matter at all to me.
    It won’t matter at all to me.

    Hey Cassidy,
    Do you know what you want to be?
    Hey, my little girl,
    What are you going to do out in the world?

    Maybe a singer, singing your songs?
    Or a lawyer, righting the wrongs?
    A dancer, putting on a show?
    A racer, fast as you can go?

    Maybe a runner, winning every race?
    A detective, solving every case?
    A scientist, so much to explore?
    An activist, fighting for us all?

    Whatever it is you choose to do,
    Where ever this crazy life takes you,
    Whatever it is, you decide to be,
    It won’t matter at all to me.
    It won’t matter at all to me.

    Hey Cassidy,
    Do you know what you want to be?
    Hey, my little girl,
    What are you going to do out in the world?

    Maybe a road worker, fixing roads?
    Or a trucker, hauling your loads?
    A sailor, sailing the seas?
    A beekeeper, caring for your bees?

    Maybe a mechanic, working on cars?
    Or a journalist, reporting from afar?
    A busker, strumming your guitar?
    A bartender, tending your bar?

    Whatever it is you choose to do,
    Where ever this crazy life takes you,
    Whatever it is, you decide to be,
    It won’t matter at all to me.
    It won’t matter at all to me.

    And I’ll be here if ever you call,
    And pick you up if ever you fall.
    And I’ll love you no matter what,
    For what you are, for what you’re not.

    And you mean the world to me,
    I’m as proud as I can be.
    And you mean the world to me,
    And I’m as proud as I can be.

    As proud as a dad can be.

  • What You Want To Be

    What You Want To Be

    I wrote this one on a lonely night when Cassidy was just a very young girl. I was thinking about how every kid gets asked the same question: what do you want to be. The verses turn that question into a game, running through jobs from pilot to beekeeper, dancer to mechanic, architect to activist. It is not a checklist. It is a way of saying that all doors are welcome.

    It was important at the time for her that despite the fact her mum and I had separated, that she was still the most important thing to me, no matter where I ended up. That is why it was important feature her name in the song. The rest of the song is quickly paced, a reflection of how quickly time passes, and the opportunities that were in front of her.

    The chorus is the heart of the song. Whatever it is you choose to do. Wherever life takes you. It will not change how proud I am or how quickly I will show up when you call. That is the whole point. The job title can change a hundred times. The love does not.

    You can hear the lullaby in it. Simple chords, bright images, a steady pulse that feels like a hand on a shoulder. I wanted it to feel light and encouraging, the kind of tune you can hum while packing a lunch, driving to school, or walking home after a hard day.

    Fifteen years later, the promise has been tested and it has held. Plans have shifted, new interests have appeared, and real life has done what real life does. Through all of it, I have stayed exactly where the song says I would be: in her corner, proud as a dad can be.

  • I Don’t Know (2020)

    I Don’t Know (2020)

    This road is killing me,
    So tired I can’t see,
    A weight on top of me,
    So heavy I can’t breathe.

    But I can’t stay, and I can’t leave,
    What ever happened to you and me?
    I Reach out my hand, wondering,
    ‘Cause I don’t know.

    At war again tonight,
    Who is wrong, who is right?
    Too tired to fight this fight,
    Close my eyes, turn off the light.

    But I can’t stay, and I can’t leave,
    What ever happened to you and me?
    I Reach out my hand, trembling,
    ‘Cause I don’t know.

    These shoes old and worn,
    This heart ripped and torn,
    This will almost gone,
    This road, so hard and long.

    But I can’t stay, and I can’t leave,
    What ever happened to you and me?
    I Reach out my hand, hurting,
    ‘Cause I don’t know.

    But I have to say,
    I want to stay,
    But I just can’t
    Go on this way.
    And everyday,
    We forget what we say,
    We walk away,
    And pretend we’re ok.

    Grab my things, got to move on,
    Find a place I belong,
    Thought we’re fine, I was wrong.
    I tried so hard, but now I’m done.

    But I can’t stay, I have to leave,
    What once we had, long left me,
    Take that first step, stumbling,
    ‘Cause I don’t know.

    Open road in front of me,
    As far as I can see,
    Afraid of what might be,
    All alone, but I am free.

    But I couldn’t stay, I had to leave,
    What once we had, a distant memory,
    Another step, I’ll keep moving,
    And I don’t know.

    But I couldn’t stay, I had to leave,
    What once we had, a distant memory,
    Another step, I’ll keep moving,
    And I don’t know.

  • I Don’t Know (2020)

    I Don’t Know (2020)

    This is the version we recorded before bringing in AI production and AI vocals. The song sits in that no-win space where you are too tired to stay and too tangled to leave. The chorus keeps asking the same question because real life often does. What happened to us, and what am I supposed to do now.

    You will hear the draft all over it. Lines move mid take. Some phrases repeat while we search for the right shape. The vocal is a scratch pass that lets the feeling lead the melody, not the other way around. It is imperfect on purpose.

    The story is simple. Two people locked in a loop. Fights that blur together. A long road that drains the will to keep walking. The narrator keeps reaching out, then pulls back. That push and pull lives in the arrangement too, even in this early state.

    Why include a rough version like this. Because it shows our process. We use AI to test keys, tempo, harmony, and tone. We give it a track like this and ask it to help us clean the rhythm, balance the dynamics, and carry a vocal that our home setup cannot. The result is not a shortcut. It is a better sketch to hand to real players later.

    What to listen for:

    • The opening verse sets the weight and the breathless feel.
    • Each chorus swaps a single word in the last line to match the moment.
    • The bridge admits the truth. I want to stay, but I cannot go on this way.
    • The final verses step out onto open road. Fear is still there, but so is freedom.

    Later versions tightened the lyric, clarified the rhyme, and gave the chorus a stronger lift. This 2020 cut keeps the raw edges so you can hear where it started and why we asked AI to help us finish the idea.

    If the theme hits you, tell us how you would arrange it. Different tempo. Different groove. Different harmony. We are always keen to hear new takes that help us turn a rough concept into the best version of itself.