Songs by Robert Lamb
Original songs and instrumentals for recording artists, film, television, advertising, and brand storytelling. Explore reference recordings, lyrics, and creative pitches; arrangements and performances can be adapted for your project. Contact Robert Lamb to discuss a fit.
Country / Americana
R&B / Soul / Jazz
The Game Is Locked
Hip Hop / Rap · R&B / Soul
Wonder When
R&B
Finding My WoO
R&B
Sunday In The Park
R&B / Soul
Girl By Grace
Jazz / R&B
Quarter ’til Two
R&B / Soul
The Last Clue
R&B / Jazz
Snow Time
R&B / Pop
The Captain
Jazz
Gabriel's Tune
Jazz
Rock / Pop / Contemporary
Begin Again
Rock / Pop
You Woke Up
Rock / Pop
Monkey Man Machine
Rap / Techno
Infinite Stream
Pop
Little Starlight
Pop
Save The Day
Pop
Holiday Out
Pop
Cinematic / Story / Character
Jazz / Lifestyle / Light Sync
SwiftCat
Bossa Nova / Jazz
Work Is A Holiday
Bossa Nova / Jazz-Soul
Sunrise
Bossa Nova / Jazz
Shops In Rio
Bossa Nova / Jazz
Trip’n
Lo-Fi Hip Hop
Holidate
Bossa Nova / Jazz
Rooftop Cat Dancing
Latin Jazz
Super Deluxe Bubble Fantastic
Jazz
Cinematic / Atmospheric
The Voyage Suite
The White Cliffs
Cinematic / World-Influenced
The Cape of Storms
Cinematic / World-Influenced
The Malabar Shore
Cinematic / World-Influenced
The Pearl River
Cinematic / World-Influenced
The Western Wind
Cinematic / World-Influenced
Worth It
Industry Pitch
A modern country story about a man who leaves the security of a paycheck to build something of his own for the family depending on him. The chorus turns long hours and financial uncertainty into a universal statement about sacrifice and purpose, giving the song a strong lane for country artists and family, small-business, working-life, or perseverance sync.
Lyrics
Half past midnight, kitchen light's still on Coffee's gettin' cold, but he keeps pushin' strong The whole world's sleepin', not a truck on the road But he's chasin' down a dream with a heavy load
He left that paycheck and the nine-to-five line For a shop in the garage and a mountain to climb Everybody said, "Boy, you're gonna lose it all" He said, "I got three good reasons hangin' on the wall"
One says Daddy, one says Honey One says do it for love, not money And even when the numbers don't add up He keeps on pushin' 'cause they're enough
'Cause they're worth it Every long day, every long night Yes, worth it Till the early morning light
For the roof overhead And those little hands he's holdin' For a dream built on love And a story still unfoldin'
He's got invoices stacked like firewood high A crayon picture by the work desk light Baby shoes sittin' by coffee-stained plans Gold ring shinin' on a work-worn hand
There's a sign in the window, a prayer on the wall A phone that might ring, a dream that might call He ain't afraid of sweat, he ain't scared of slow He's plantin' seeds where his children can grow
One says Daddy, one says Honey One says do it for love, not money And even when the numbers don't add up He keeps on pushin' 'cause they're enough
'Cause they're worth it Every long day, every long night Yes, worth it Till the early morning light
For the roof overhead And those little hands he's holdin' For a dream built on love And a story still unfoldin'
Some men build a fortune Some men chase the fame He's buildin' something stronger That won't wash away in the rain
A little faith, a little grit A few more orders out the door A legacy ain't handed down It's built by giving more
'Cause they're worth it Every long day, every long night Yes, worth it Till the early morning light
For the roof overhead And those little hands he's holdin' For a dream built on love And a story still unfoldin'
'Cause they're worth it Every long day, every long night Yes, worth it Till the early morning light
For the roof overhead And those little hands he's holdin' For a dream built on love And a story still unfoldin’
Thank An Oilfield Man
Industry Pitch
A contemporary country tribute to oilfield workers and the families behind them, grounded in West Texas imagery, sacrifice, and pride. Written as a broad working-class thank-you, it offers a clear lane for country artist interpretation and energy, blue-collar, regional, or Americana storytelling.
Lyrics
I clock in before sunrise Boots hittin' caliche clay West Texas wind keeps blowin' But a man still makes his way
Steel-toed steps on the catwalk Diesel thunder in the dawn Pullin' black gold from the good earth Keepin' this country strong
Yeah the roughneck life ain't easy But I thank the Lord above For a hard hat, honest day's work And the hands that I come home to love
Raise a cup of Texas tea To the boys workin' overtime Chasin' dollars and daylight One more paycheck at a time
Yeah we sweat, bleed, and break backs So our babies sleep warm at night If you live off modern livin' Thank an oilfield man tonight
Some folks talk in big numbers From a downtown leather chair But we keep America runnin' From the oilfields way out here
Pumpjacks pray like preachers Out beneath the Midland sky And every flare stack burnin' Means the dream's alive tonight
Yeah my daddy taught me early "Son, be proud of what you do" So I wear these scars like badges As I help my crew pull through
Raise a cup of Texas tea To the boys workin' overtime Chasin' dollars and daylight One more paycheck at a time
Yeah we sweat, bleed, and break backs So our babies sleep warm at night If you live off modern livin' Thank an oilfield man tonight
From the Permian to Houston Through the pipelines and the plains There's a million blue-collar stories Flowin' through these veins
Raise a cup of Texas tea To the boys workin' overtime Chasin' dollars and daylight One more paycheck at a time
Raise a cup of Texas tea To the boys workin' overtime Chasin' dollars and daylight One more paycheck at a time
Surf’s Up In Abilene
Industry Pitch
A playful modern-country summer song that brings surf culture to landlocked West Texas and treats the beach as a state of mind. Its regional imagery, humor, and singable title hook make it suitable for country artists and summer, travel, lake-life, regional, or lifestyle sync.
Lyrics
Thermometer pushin' a hundred and three Not a palm tree anywhere I can see Dust devil dancin' by the Dairy Queen Somebody hollers Surf's up in Abilene
Longboard ridin' in a pickup bed Cheap dark shades and a farmer-boy tan Ain't got an ocean doesn't bother me We got sweet lemonade, if you know what I mean
When that West Texas wind starts blowin' Ain't no tellin' where we're goin' Windmills shade just like big palm trees When you see what you wanna see
Surf's up in Abilene Blue sky, sunscreen, and old blue jeans Cowboys and cowgirls on a hot Texas night Cold Margaritas by the pool taste right No ocean needed when the livin' is fine They say beach is just a state of mind Don't need waves to live the dream Surf's up in Abilene
Dawn patrol when the red sun burns Hit Fort Phantom when the south wind turns Boat wake rollin', we ride what we get No Pipeline, but we ain't done yet
She rides shotgun with her windblown hair Bare feet on the dash like she just don't care George Strait singin' Ocean Front Property Turn it up loud, works for me
Surf's up in Abilene Blue sky, sunscreen, and old blue jeans Cowboys and cowgirls on a hot Texas night Cold Margaritas by the pool taste right No ocean needed when the livin' is fine They say beach is just a state of mind Don't need waves to live the dream Surf's up in Abilene
Beach towels hangin' on a barbed-wire line Girls at the lake, playin' summertime Boys on Jet Skis jumpin' every wake Racin' and flyin' all over the lake
Big Country wind and a prairie sky No boardwalk, just a path lakeside She's sittin' beside me in my Stetson hat Looks like paradise from where I'm at
Surf's up in Abilene Blue sky, sunscreen, and old blue jeans Cowboys and cowgirls on a hot Texas night Cold Margaritas by the pool taste right No ocean needed when the livin' is fine They say beach is just a state of mind Don't need waves to live the dream Surf's up in Abilene
Surf's up in Abilene
Keeper Of The Flame
Industry Pitch
A contemporary country song about carrying faith, character, service, and family values from one generation to the next. Its legacy-centered chorus gives it a natural lane for country or Christian-country artists and family, community, service, or remembrance sync.
Lyrics
There's a Bible in the kitchen With the words to guide our walk There's a swing out on the front porch With the space and time to talk
There's a flag out by the driveway That reminds us who we are There's a guitar and the hymn book That resets our northern star
The world keeps moving faster But some things don't have to change Like a promise when you give it Or the honor in your name
Pass it on to the ones you love And the strangers that you meet At the table, on the job In the church house, on the street
It's how you talk, it's how you walk It's the strength that shapes your frame It's the light you pass along For the keeper of the flame
Teach a boy how to shake a hand How to listen, how to stand Teach a girl how to value grace It's a strength the world can't take
Show 'em how to help the poor How to bow their heads and pray How to hold on to their faith When the hard times come their way
Pass it on to the ones you love And the strangers that you meet At the table, on the job In the church house, on the street
It's how you talk, it's how you walk It's the strength that shapes your frame It's the light you pass along For the keeper of the flame
Keep it steady for your children Keep it patient with your friends Keep it shining for somebody Who needs hope to rise again
We pass it on to the ones we love And the strangers that we meet At our table, on our job In our church house, on our street
It's how we talk, it's how we walk It's the strength that shapes our frame It's the light we pass along For the keeper of the flame
The Secret Sky
Industry Pitch
A cinematic country story-song about a secret reconnaissance pilot whose Cold War service remains hidden from his family until years later. Its specific aviation narrative and father-son discovery create a strong story-artist opportunity and a natural fit for military, historical, documentary, or dramatic screen use.
Lyrics
The record men said nobody cares about stories like this anymore. I said, maybe y'all just forgot who you're singing to. This one's for the men who flew the secret sky.
Mama said he worked out west Where the hangar lights stayed on He kept a flight bag by the door And he was gone before the dawn
No patches on his shoulder Dark shades and a stare like stone Silver threads on his leather jacket No good stories when he came home
He'd kiss my head while I was half asleep Say, "Son, some promises run deep"
He flew where the blue turns black With death as a hunter riding his back No name in the paper, no parade in July Just a man made of silence in the secret sky
His glass lens caught the Cold War glow He carried truth nobody else could know He came back alive with the dawn in his eyes Landing gear touched down from the secret sky
Cold black runway, red light glow He climbed past the weather line Eighty thousand feet above the world Where space bleeds into sky
First clear shots of a missile field A doomsday secret cut in snow Red interceptors came clawing up From the blue far down below
Missile smoke climbed for his trail But that black bird would not fail
He flew where the blue turns black With death as a hunter riding his back No name in the paper, no parade in July Just a man made of silence in the secret sky
His glass lens caught the Cold War glow He carried truth nobody else could know He came back alive with the dawn in his eyes Landing gear touched down from the secret sky
Death is a hunter, and it knew his name He felt it breathing in the midnight flame In every friend who disappeared From secret sorties no one claimed
Some went down in desert sand Some were lost beneath the waves He carried names he could not share And flew for men in silent graves
Years went by before I knew What that quiet man had done I found a faded photograph Of my father flyin' near the sun
Half the words had been blacked out But I could read between the lines He lived his life in shadows So the rest of us could shine
He flew where the blue turns black With death as a hunter riding his back No name in the paper, no parade in July Just a man made of silence in the secret sky
His glass lens caught the Cold War glow He carried truth nobody else could know He came back alive with the dawn in his eyes Landing gear touched down from the secret sky
From the secret sky The secret sky
Signs & Wonder
Industry Pitch
A comic country song assembled from the warnings, notices, and instructions that fill everyday life, gradually turning familiar signage into commentary on how regulated modern life can feel. Its recognizable phrases and visual premise create a strong novelty-country hook and natural opportunities for comedy, advertising, and montage.
Lyrics
This is your wake up call Use as directed Contents under pressure Delays expected
This is not a toy Keep exit clear Objects in mirror Are closer than they appear
Buckle up Stay in your lane One way traffic Watch for trains
No turn on red Do not enter Detour ahead Welcome Center
Keep right Stand clear Do Not Pass Please wait here
Push don't pull Use other door Form one line Caution wet floor
I'm lookin for a sign And I wonder 'Bout this level of control They got me under
These rules and regulations Make me nervous It’s everywhere I turn… No shoes No shirt No service!
No parking Tow away zone Private property No cell phones
No trespassing
Watch for deer Employees only Enter here
No solicitation Keep door closed Occupancy limit Do not leave exposed
Emergency exit Please start here Watch your step Parking in rear
Smile, you're on camera
I'm lookin for a sign And I wonder 'Bout this level of control They got me under
These rules and regulations Make me nervous It’s everywhere I turn… No shoes No shirt No service!
Choking hazard Handle with care Not for consumption Buyer beware
Do not puncture Or incinerate Keep away from heat Don't fold, spindle or mutilate
Some assembly required Taxes excluded This end up Batteries not included
Void where prohibited Cash and carry Terms apply Results may vary
Do not remove Permit required Proceed at your own risk Registration expired
Verify your identity Do not reply Confirm password Access denied
No signal Share your location Enable tracking Confirm your destination
Subject to change Please pay cash Follow directions Don't use flash
I'm lookin for a sign And I wonder 'Bout this level of control They got me under
These rules and regulations Make me nervous It’s everywhere I turn… No shoes No shirt No service!
Yeah, I'm lookin for a sign And I wonder 'Bout this level of control They got me under
These rules and regulations Make me nervous It’s everywhere I turn… No shoes No shirt No service!
Farmer Chicken
Industry Pitch
A comic country character song centered on an outrageous Southern chicken whose swagger drives the hook. It is best suited to novelty-country interpretation, adult or offbeat animation, character comedy, and film/TV moments where a memorable personality matters.
Lyrics
Dusty road like a winding snake Sunshine burnin' oh for goodness sake Farmer Chicken in his pickup truck Ridin' round town n stirrin' it up
He got a grin a mile wide Some wicked sin of a song inside
Farmer Chicken was a southern-fried brother Farmer Chicken had a foul-mouthed mutha Oh no you didn't, no no you didn't Hmmm, mmm, mmm Betta shut your mouth
Once I heard him cussin' out a crow He told that old bird just where to go Fox came sneakin' in the yard one night Saw him runnin' with his tail tucked tight
He got a grin a mile wide Some wicked sin of a song inside
Farmer Chicken was a southern-fried brother Farmer Chicken had a foul-mouthed mutha Oh no you didn't, no no you didn't Hmmm, mmm, mmm Betta shut your mouth
Some folks say he's a sinful bird Preacher says that he's heard the word No one knows why he acts like that Struttin' round town in his chicken hat
Farmer Chicken was a southern-fried brother Farmer Chicken had a foul-mouthed mutha Oh no you didn't, no no you didn't Hmmm, mmm, mmm Betta shut your mouth
Wonder When
Industry Pitch
An R&B song about a fleeting glimpse of a stranger in a glamorous crowd and the lingering question of whether their paths will cross again. The curious, hopeful tone and repeatable 'wonder' hook suit R&B and adult-contemporary artists, and romantic film or television moments built on missed connections and chance encounters.
Lyrics
Saw her for a moment Caught me by surprise Something in the way she moved Something in her eyes
Should've said, "Hello there" Should've asked her name But the crowd kept moving And she disappeared again
Wonder where she's going Wonder where she's been Wonder who was lucky enough To know her way back when
Wonder how she lingers So clearly in my mind Wonder how one moment Gets frozen there in time
Maybe it was nothing Maybe everything Funny how a single glance Can make a song begin
Wonder if she saw me there Wonder if she turned around Wonder if she's somewhere Thinking of me now
Wonder what the chances are That our paths cross again Wonder where fate leads us Wonder when…
Wonder what she laughs at Wonder what she loves Wonder what she wishes for When wishing's not enough
Wonder what she listens to From old soul to something new Wonder if she's fearless Or shy till she knows you
Wonder who once held her And who ever let her go Wonder if she's someone I was always meant to know
Wonder what I'd say If by chance we meet again Would I finally find the words So this wondering can end
Maybe it was nothing Maybe everything Funny how a single glance Can make a song begin
Wonder if she saw me there Wonder if she turned around Wonder if she's somewhere Thinking of me now
Wonder what the chances are That our paths cross again Wonder where fate leads us Wonder when…
I don't have her number Never got her name But I'd recognize those eyes If I saw her there again
Something in that moment That somehow won't let go How can someone feel familiar When she's someone I don't know?
Wonder if she saw me there Wonder if she turned around Wonder if she's somewhere Thinking of me now
Wonder what the chances are That our paths cross again Wonder where fate leads us Wonder when…
Wonder when…
Finding My WoO
Industry Pitch
An R&B song built around the coined phrase 'WoO' - Window of Opportunity - about recognizing narrow openings and moving before they close. Gospel-rooted harmonies, warm organ/piano color, and a grounded human pulse give the motivational idea emotional weight, with lanes for artist cuts and career, sports, resilience, and turning-point sync.
Lyrics
I was small in the hall Watching doors close Momma said, Look for your window That's when your whole life grows Lost count of the chances Let 'em slip through my hands Thought luck was like lightning Not a thing I could plan
Now I see it different In the rhythm, in the rhyme A tiny split second It can turn on a dime I don't wait for the sign I make one move in time Step by step, minute by minute I see what comes next
Finding my WoO I feel it right now Finding my WoO I won't back down One small door One wide world Finding my WoO I walk through
On the court, coach yell'n Don't flinch at the break One fake move, one bounce And the whole game changes In school teacher tell'n Gotta hit the books hard Took the time, took the notes And I never looked back
Now I see it different In the rhythm, in the rhyme A tiny split second It can turn on a dime I don't wait for the sign I make one move in time Step by step, minute by minute I see what comes next
Finding my WoO I feel it right now Finding my WoO I won't back down One small door One wide world Finding my WoO I walk through
Maybe the room feels empty Maybe the plan runs thin Maybe the whole next chapter Is starting over again Maybe the game seems hopeless Maybe the rules don't bend Maybe the darkest moment Is when the sun comes in
Finding my WoO I feel it right now Finding my WoO I won't back down One small door One wide world Finding my WoO I walk through
Finding my WoO I feel it right now Finding my WoO I won't back down One small door One wide world Finding my WoO I walk through
Sunday In The Park
Industry Pitch
A smooth R&B/soul song about slowing down for an autumn walk in the city park while music, light, and companionship soften the pace around you. Its sophisticated, relaxed feel suits adult-contemporary or soul artists and romance, urban lifestyle, autumn, or reflective montage.
Lyrics
Sunday
Clouds above Fifth Avenue Autumn falling into view Through the gate, the City fades Gold and red along the way
Mmm… along the way…
Sunday in the Park Music drifting through the trees Sunday in the Park Moving slow and easy Underneath a silver sky All the City passing by
Ahh… Sunday…
Walk a little farther Stay a little while
Sunday in the Park Music glowing after dark Underneath a silver sky All the City passing by Sunday in the Park Carry something in your heart When the evening turns to blue I keep walking on with
Walking on with you
Mmm… Sunday…
One last turn One last view
Walking slow… Walking home…
Girl By Grace
Industry Pitch
A warm jazz/R&B story-song that follows young love into marriage and parenthood, turning 'girl by grace' into 'girls by grace' with the arrival of a daughter. Its generational payoff and romantic refrain suit soulful vocal interpretation and wedding, family, anniversary, parent-child, or life-journey storytelling.
Lyrics
He saw her in a classroom He passed her in the hall She wore sunlight in her hair And was the reason for his fall
He learned her name before too long She wrote it on his heart Then came the winter holidays When neither one of them could part
His whole life changed Just from her eyes Surrounded by The-sweet-soft-glow of love
Girl by grace His girl by grace The one who makes his whole world sing
Girl by grace His girl by grace The one who is his everything
Then Summer came one night A flower broke into bloom She wore sunlight in her smile And laughter filled the room
He held her close and kissed her cheek She wrapped him 'round her heart Each day a lasting memory And she his favorite part
His whole life changed Just from her eyes Surrounded by The-sweet-soft-glow of love
Girl by grace His girl by grace The one who makes his whole world sing
Girl by grace His girl by grace
The one who is his everything
What once was hope beneath the stars Now shines a light on every day In the woman that he loves And a little girl by grace
Girls by grace His girls by grace The ones who make his whole world sing
Girls by grace His girls by grace The ones who are his everything
The girls who are his everything
Quarter ’til Two
Industry Pitch
A late-night R&B/soul song about waiting for someone who has not come home and questioning whether the relationship was ever what it seemed. Its recurring time motif and restrained tension give it a strong lane for intimate vocal performance and breakup, loneliness, infidelity, or after-hours drama.
Lyrics
Quarter till two
Quarter till two and you're still not home I waited up, and I'm on my own Pretty girl with light-brown hair I fell for you, but you're not there For me
How you make me feel How you make me feel Was the sunshine real? Was it really real? Did you change your mind? Change your mind Were you being kind? So kind
Quarter till two Quarter till two Still waiting on you Waiting on you
Quarter till two and you're still not home I waited up, and I'm on my own Pretty little girl with light-brown hair I fell for you, but you're not there For me
How you make me feel How you make me feel Was the sunshine real? Was it really real? Did you change your mind? Change your mind Were you being kind? So kind
Quarter till two Quarter till two Still waiting on you Waiting on you
Quarter till two and you're still not home I waited up, and I'm on my own
Pretty girl with light-brown hair I fell for you, but you're not there For me
How you make me feel How you make me feel Was the sunshine real? Was it really real? Did you change your mind? Change your mind Were you being kind? So kind
Quarter till two Quarter till two Still waiting on you Waiting on you
Quarter till two Quarter till two Still waiting on you Waiting on you
The Last Clue
Industry Pitch
A romantic R&B/jazz story-song framed as a private-eye mystery, with two capable opposites slowly realizing that attraction is the one case they cannot solve. Its noir setting, banter, and built-in narrative suit duet or character-vocal treatment and romantic-comedy or detective sync.
Lyrics
She owned the name on the frosted door A private eye on the second floor Light on the desk, rain on the street City of secrets hidden underneath
Then he walked in from the neon night A boyish grin and a borrowed light She said, "Wrong place, wrong time, wrong man" He said, "Maybe so, but here I am"
She had the space, he had the nerve She kept the rules, he bent the curve Two different worlds in one little room It was like the sun arguing with the moon
Every file had a shadow Every shadow had a name Every name had a secret Every secret changed the game
They solved every case but them Found every lie, every stolen gem Chased down truth hiding in the dark But not the thing that lit the spark
She called it business, he called it play Opposites attract or so they say Cracked every mystery under the moon Except the riddle of the last clue
She moved smooth like a dream in heels He talked fast makin' backroom deals She read the room, he played the fool And together they broke every rule
A missing necklace, a runaway bride A blackmail note on a midnight drive She said his life was just smoke and noise He said her heart had locked its doors
They fought through stakeouts, laughed through rain Danced 'round danger, dodged the flame Everybody saw what they refused to see Two secret hearts wrapped in a mystery
Every file had a shadow Every shadow had a name Every name had a secret Every secret changed the game
They solved every case but them Found every lie, every stolen gem Chased down truth hiding in the dark But not the thing that lit the spark
She called it business, he called it play Opposites attract or so they say Cracked every mystery under the moon Except the riddle of the last clue
Maybe every argument Was a dance in disguise Maybe every comeback Was a way to stay nearby
Maybe every closed door Every chase through the rain Was another little chapter Trying to stay in the game
And maybe it was never missing Maybe it was never gone Maybe it was standing there Waiting to be solved all along
They solved every case but them Found every lie, every stolen gem Chased down truth hiding in the dark But not the thing that lit the spark
She called it business, he called it play Opposites attract or so they say Cracked every mystery under the moon Except the riddle of the last clue
Hidden in the dark Burning in the spark After every case, every chase, every truth The answer was love all along to the last clue
Snow Time
Industry Pitch
An R&B/pop winter song that treats the first snowfall with childlike wonder through a polished, sophisticated musical lens. Because it is seasonal without relying on Christmas language, it has a broad lane for family and children's programming, animation, winter romance, travel, lifestyle, and reflective seasonal sync.
Lyrics
Streetlights are glowin' low Another Tuesday night show Kitty sleep'n on the sill City's quiet holds me still
Something's comin Something's hummin
Snow Time Oh yeah Snow Time It's here Snow Time No fear Snow Time Crystal clear
The fire is nice and warm Safe from this winter storm The TV hums a sleepy tune Dreaming under a paper moon
Little flakes they start to fall Snow Time
The Captain
Industry Pitch
A sophisticated piano-led vocal-jazz story-song about a confident yacht captain who can navigate any sea but loses his bearings around the woman at the piano. Its intimate cocktail-jazz feel, Sorrento setting, flirtation, and conversational ending suit jazz vocalists and upscale romance, travel, or character-comedy placement.
Lyrics
The Captain knows good weather By the color of the sky He knows when there's a storm ahead Before a single cloud rolls by
He knows his charts and channels Every lighthouse, reef, and shoal He can steer the wheel with one hand And never ever lose control
But every night at half past nine When I sit down to play He finds a dozen reasons To keep himself at bay
Oh, the Captain knows the current The Captain knows the sea He always knows which way to go Until he looks at me
He can read a constellation He can navigate all day But the moment I get near him He casts off and sails away
We're anchored off Sorrento With the moon above the bay I drift a little closer He moves his chair away
His jacket's white and spotless Every button polished bright He says, "Just checking on the bridge" For the seventh time tonight
I play another chorus He straightens up his tie He can sail the ocean But can't look me in the eye
Yes, the Captain knows the current The Captain knows the sea He always knows which way to go Until he looks at me
He can read a constellation He can navigate all day But the moment I get near him He casts off and sails away
He blames it on the weather He blames it on the tide But every time I drift his way He finds a place to hide
He checks the course and compass Like something must be wrong But I know what the trouble is He's held his course too long
Now captains have their compass And sailors have their stars And lovers have a funny way Of finding where they are
So I don't need a bearing Or a map of Italy Just turn this little yacht around And point yourself at me
Keep your compass and your sextant Your binoculars and crew Tonight there's only one direction I'm recommending you
Oh, the Captain knows the current The Captain knows the sea He always knows which way to go Until he looks at me
He can read a constellation He can navigate all day But when I say, "Come closer…" What's a Captain supposed to say?
Permission to alter course?
Granted, Captain, bring her around
Gabriel's Tune
Industry Pitch
A late-night jazz story-song about a gifted but broken trumpet player who loses his instrument, his purpose, and nearly himself before a mysterious musician named Gabriel reminds him that the music - and his life - are not finished. Muted trumpet, sparse piano, upright bass, and brushes support a redemptive narrative about addiction, despair, second chances, and rediscovering the gift that once gave life meaning.
Lyrics
He came in with his case Like a hundred nights before But they wouldn't let him play And they sent him out the door
He walked the lonely streets Sold the only thing he knew With some money in his pocket And nothing left to lose
Where does the music go When a player forgets the tune Why does the daylight hide When the night comes in too soon
Maybe every broken note Is only waiting to break through Maybe somewhere in the silence Someone's playing your lost tune
Then the whole world passed him by And nobody knew his name Till a stranger with a trumpet Played a few notes through the rain
He said, "There's still some breath in you If you choose to see it through" The player asked him, "Who are you?"
He smiled
"Gabriel will do."
Where does the music go When a player forgets the tune Why does the daylight hide When the night comes in too soon
Maybe every broken note Is only waiting to break through Maybe somewhere in the silence Someone's playing your lost tune
He woke up to the city With another chance at life Bought his trumpet back that morning And that night he let it fly
And people stopped to listen As one clear note came through And somewhere in the distance Another player answered too
That's where the music goes When a player recalls the tune That's why the daylight waits When the night gives way too soon
Every broken note can find Another way of breaking through Sometimes all it takes to start again Is playin' Gabriel's tune
One More Day
Industry Pitch
A cinematic Pop / Rock song that continues the story introduced in The Spy, following two spies on opposing sides whose love survives through coded messages, borrowed names, and stolen moments. Stations, hotels, and crowded streets become places where a passing touch or glance must carry what they cannot say aloud. The recurring ‘Forever, one more day’ hook holds their hope against the demands of duty, while an imagined quiet room and two cups reveal the ordinary life they long to share. The story continues in This Ring, where a ring bought but never given holds their promise of a life together. Its intimate tension offers a strong fit for recording artists, espionage drama, romantic suspense, and scenes of separation or impossible love.
Lyrics
Station glass in midnight blue Crowded shadows cross the space A folded message meant for two Slips unseen inside the case
Silver setting, table laid Each word concealed in cipher Barely a touch, their hands betrayed He passed the message by her
No words, no wave No moves, no sign Brief glances ever gave Never to cross the line
Under borrowed names Beneath divided skies Close enough to share one flame Too far to share their lives
Disappear before the dawn Still somehow find a way Two ships passing in the dark Forever, one more day
Brass Hotel, revolving doors His coat against her sleeve A passport changing hands once more Mission calls, he's slow to leave
Cathedral bells, a crowded street Her reflection met with his A secret note, a place to meet One stolen moment such as this
No words, no wave No moves, no sign Brief glances ever gave Never to cross the line
Under borrowed names Beneath divided skies Close enough to share one flame Too far to share their lives
Disappear before the dawn Still somehow find a way Two ships passing in the dark Forever, one more day
A Sunday street, a quiet room Two cups beside the pane No coded names, no leaving soon No footsteps in the rain
Some other place, some other day Their lives might intertwine Until then, every glance can say What words must leave behind
Under borrowed names Beneath divided skies Close enough to share one flame Too far to share their lives
Disappear before the dawn Still somehow find a way Two ships passing in the dark Forever, one more day
Begin Again
Industry Pitch
A rock/pop comeback song about a bullied and isolated young man who gains discipline, purpose, and self-respect through service and returns home changed. Rap-like lyric cadence, heavy guitar riffs, and edgy vocals give the resilience arc a modern bite, with strong potential for coming-of-age, service, sports, rehabilitation, and second-chance storytelling.
Lyrics
Walkin' down the hallways Keepin' your eyes down always Every joke was aimed to break ya Every laugh was meant to shake ya
Got swallowed by the loud crowd Never let your own voice out Teachers handed you the blame Till you wore it like your name
No girl ever stopped to see ya No one ever wanted to be ya So you hid behind the blue screens Till you forgot what your life means
The world won't bring it to your door So tell me what you're waiting for
Fly a little higher Lean into the wind Risk a little failure Take a breath, begin again
Let the whole world wonder What rock you've been living under When you leave, they'll call you zero You could come back a real live hero
Then the nights grew even colder And the weight pulled on your shoulders You were one breath from goodbye Too worn down to even try
Then an Angel came calling Tall and certain, never stalling Talked of character and service Said your life could serve a purpose
Boot camp knocked your ass down Made you rise makin' no sound Every failure, every rough ride Built the man up from the inside
The world won't bring it to your door So tell me what you're waiting for
Fly a little higher Lean into the wind Risk a little failure Take a breath, begin again
Let the whole world wonder Feel the wheels and hear the thunder When you left, they called you zero Now you're rising like a hero
Learned the systems, read the signals Worked the nights and solved the riddles Crossed the world through distant stations Built your strength through dedication
Then you came back through the old doors Same old faces, same old small wars But the hallway split before ya Now the crowd could not ignore ya
All the bullies moved aside now Girls who never looked, looked twice now Clean-cut, steady, standing taller Not the boy they used to call ya
The world won't bring it to your door So tell them what you waited for
Fly a little higher Lean into the wind Risk a little failure Take a breath, begin again
Let the whole world wonder What rock you've been living under When you left, they called you zero You came home a real live hero
Take a breath Hold it in Let it out Begin again
You Woke Up
Industry Pitch
A bright rock/pop love song inspired by Adam's first awakening to Eve in the Garden of Eden - wonder, companionship, and the sense that the world itself had been created just for them. The lyric also works as a universal romantic song about waking beside someone who makes the familiar world feel new, giving it lanes for contemporary artists, faith-based storytelling, romance, and renewal.
Inspiration / Concept
Inspired by imagining Adam's first awakening to Eve in the Garden of Eden: the surprise, wonder, companionship, and sense that the world itself had just become new. The lyric is intentionally broad enough to function as a universal love song.
Lyrics
So you woke up Next to her In the garden
The world was new And a sky Full of wonder
Then the light came through Bright and new Like this day was made for you
Lets talk Lets sing Let's wake up everything
Lets walk Lets run Lets dance before the sun
So you stood there And she smiled Day dawning
Every bird above Learned to fly That morning
Then the light came through Bright and new Like this day was made for you
Lets talk Lets sing Let's wake up everything
Lets walk Lets run Lets dance before the sun
Just one breath and she was there Breeze flows softly through the trees As the world waits patiently For the two of us to be
Lets talk Lets sing Let's wake up everything
Lets walk Lets run Lets dance before the sun
Lets talk Lets sing Let's wake up everything
Lets walk Lets run Lets dance before the sun
So you woke up Next to her In the garden
Monkey Man Machine
Industry Pitch
A concept-driven rap/techno fusion tracing technology from early web coding through cloud software and into AI, while asking what remains uniquely human. Rap-like cadence, dark electronic textures, and techno-rock guitar give the dense lyric concept a strong performance identity; sections can be carried by one voice or split among multiple singers/rappers for alternative, technology, workplace, or future-facing screen stories.
Lyrics
Way back when the web got flesh and blood From early tech startup to dot-com dud Blog roll, ping, RSS feed Everybody had a page, everybody had a dream
LAMP stack, login, upload form Message board runnin' till four in the morn CSS three, JavaScript trick Patch it on Friday, pray that it sticks
Monkey was king in the web coder age Happy in the dark with a half-lit page No roadmap plan, no prize, no perk Just click, clack, click, makin' web things work
He made a big red button, made a cool blog post Made homepages launch from coast to coast Made feeds refresh, made the access free Made the whole file upload F T P
Didn't want spotlight, didn't want fame Didn't want the boss to know his name Never once asked to leave his cage And just like that, we turn the page
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Then the man walked in with a badge in a storm Said, "Now make it run across every app platform" Mobile first, SaaS stack, sprint board glow Standup at nine and a product demo
Cloud bill, load test, uptime graph CI pipeline cut the cycle in half API gateway, cache layer, queue Service broke down, now it's on you
Git merge, pull request, hotfix flight Blue-green deploy on a Thursday night Logs in the dashboard, alerts in red Phone ringin' by the side of the bed
He knew the user behind every click Knew which promise had to stick Knew when speed would cost too much Knew when work still needed touch
The Man turned spark into flame Named each service, tracked each change Scaled the cloud and owned the blame Knew the risks and played the game
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Now the room gets still when the model flies Prompt box sizzles with a twinkle in its eye Tokens rack up as concepts align RAG pulls truth from buried design
Agents whisper secret plans Logic synthetic with invisible hands Summarize meeting, generate test Build first feature, finish the rest
LLM, fine-tune, context window Repo ghost from a package in limbo Almost right with a confident grin Somebody checkin' what still comes in
Machine became champ of speed Draftin' the code before the need Reading the map, predicting each turn Asking itself what it should learn
Man stayed close in the feedback loop Teachin' the model how to shape the truth Code runs faster, code runs clean Code runs MONKEY MAN MACHINE
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
From the Click to the cloud From the Cloud to the mind From the Mind to the soul From the Soul to the line
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Where do I fit? I'm in between Whose dream is this? MONKEY MAN MACHINE
From the builder to the scaler To the maker in my screen Every age keep asking What does all this mean?
Infinite Stream
Industry Pitch
A high-concept pop song that follows a fearless traveler through planets, galaxies, and cosmic phenomena. Its visual lyric writing and expansive sense of motion offer a clear lane for adventurous pop interpretation and science-fiction, animation, technology, or space-themed sync.
Lyrics
Quantum radio, ion trails, glitter in the plasma haze Solar sail aurora waves, drifting through the gamma rays Chronosphere, magnetosphere, comet dust on silver braids She don't walk, she phase-shift float through folded space-time overlays
Andromeda lavender, pulsar rhythm passenger Spiral-arm cartographer, dark matter photographer Binary sunsets flicker through her anti-gravity sneakers Radio telescopes whisper while she surfing meteor showers
Europa ice cathedrals, oceans under frozen ceilings Mapping constellations backwards through relativistic feelings Nebula ink in her notebook, quasars bloom in ultraviolet Particle collision heartbeat, every atom feels alive
TRAPPIST gardens, photon fountains, superclusters glowing gold Orbit-hopping through the Kuiper Belt where silent comets roll Hydrogen horizon shimmer, cosmic microwave ballet Every distant galaxy got songs she wanna play
No gravity chain No terminal station Tachyon heartbeat Across every constellation
Infinite Stream, dark sky velocity Solar wind symphonies, quantum possibility Lightyears waterfall through celestial circuitry Everywhere at once in electric harmony
Infinite Stream, event horizon daydreams Spiral galaxies blooming through her ultraviolet bloodstream Exoplanet skylines, cosmic chemistry Time and space dissolve in the Infinite Stream
Cygnus signal, neutrino drizzle, vacuum-energy tides Fusion-core reflections dancing in her iridescent eyes Asteroid gardens, crystalline carbon, satellites in bloom Terraform moonlight drifting through an artificial June
She ride the rings of Saturn like a carousel of chrome Through electromagnetic rivers where forgotten starships roam Infrared horizon glow, celestial navigation Every black hole doorway just another destination
Pleiades pulse electric blue, heliopause vibration Mapping out infinity through quantum fluctuation No fear in the void now, no edges left to find Just billions of bright worlds unfolding in her mind
She seen newborn stars ignite in molecular clouds Watched whole civilizations sing their names out loud Held a little piece of forever in her hand Then scattered it like stardust across a thousand lands
Infinite Stream, dark sky velocity Solar wind symphonies, quantum possibility Lightyears waterfall through celestial circuitry Everywhere at once in electric harmony
Infinite Stream, event horizon daydreams Spiral galaxies blooming through her ultraviolet bloodstream Exoplanet skylines, cosmic chemistry Time and space dissolve in the Infinite Stream
Quasar glow, chrono-flow, silver cosmic sea Every atom dancing in harmonic frequency No beginning, no ending, only endless symmetry Floating through forever in the Infinite Stream
Little Starlight
Industry Pitch
A tender pop song welcoming a newborn and capturing the awe, exhaustion, and intimacy of early parenthood. Its direct emotional center makes it suitable for singer-songwriter or pop interpretation and birth, family, parent-child, or sentimental screen moments.
Lyrics
Tiny fingers little toes Brand new baby sweetest rose A whole world waits for you You are so brand new
My heart it skips a beat Everything so sweet
Little starlight shining bright You light up my whole night Yeah you light up my whole night My little star
Sleepless nights I don't mind A love like this so hard to find Future stories yet untold Precious more than pure gold
From the heavens sent to me A perfect little destiny A miracle so small and grand Holding my hand Holding my hand Holding my hand
Save The Day
Industry Pitch
An upbeat pop song following a capable everyday problem-solver through a day of small crises. The repeatable 'save the day' hook makes it a natural first-job anthem for an emerging female pop artist, with clear potential for youth/family entertainment, workplace comedy, advertising, productivity, and fast-moving montage.
Lyrics
Up with the sun Up, up with the sun
New day rising Here I go
Alarm goes off, feet on the floor Curtains open, unlock the door Water running, steam in the air Quick little rhythm while I do my hair
Coffee pouring, strong and hot Sunrise shining on the parking lot Button it up, pull on my shoes Check that mirror, nothing to lose
Phone, keys, bag, and I'm on my way Green light glowing at the start of the day Turn that wheel, let the speakers play Whole world waking while I make my way
No slowing down No standing still
I've got a plan I've got the will
One more turn One more mile
I'm on the clock But I'm wearing a smile
I'm saving the day Saving the day
Runnin' my play When trouble gets in the way
I'm making it work Putting first things first
Turning it around Before it hits the ground
I'm saving the day Saving the day
Step by step And I'm on my way
Walk through the door, messages stacked Three little fires and the boss is wack Find the loose wire, follow the thread Take what is broken, make it work instead
Questions coming from every side Keep it together, enjoy the ride Call goes long, lunch goes cold Still finding answers nobody knows
Fix that number, move that date Calm that voice saying everything's late One good thought and a better reply Turn that problem into "handled, goodbye"
No backing down No losing time
Give me the pieces I'll make them align
One more call One more try
Watch me put it right Before the day goes by
I'm saving the day Saving the day
Runnin' my play When trouble gets in the way
I'm making it work Putting first things first
Turning it around Before it hits the ground
I'm saving the day Saving the day
Step by step And I'm on my way
Save it Shape it
Turn it around
Raise it Change it
Never back down
I'm saving the day Saving the day
Runnin' my play When trouble gets in the way
I'm making it work Putting first things first
Turning it around Before it hits the ground
I'm saving the day Saving the day
Step by step And I'm on my way
I'm saving the day Saving the day
From the sunrise Till the daylight fades
Up with the sun Done with the day
Gave it my best Made my way
Home on my mind Work put away
Tomorrow I'll get up To save the day
Saving the day
Saving the day
Holiday Out
Industry Pitch
Holiday Out continues the character introduced in Save The Day, now more seasoned and learning that competence does not require solving every problem. Set against imperfect travel - changed plans, wrong turns, rain, closed cafes, and breakdowns - the song turns letting go into a bright modern pop statement about maturity, perspective, and making room to breathe. Its contemporary electro-pop production, conversational female lead, and strong title hook give it lanes for emerging artists, travel/lifestyle storytelling, youth/family entertainment, and character-driven film/TV use. The Vocal Mix strips the production back to bring the lyric, lead vocal, stacked harmonies, and vocal textures further forward.
Original Mix
Vocal Mix
The Vocal Mix is a voice-forward alternate emphasizing the lead, stacked harmonies, vocal percussion, and processed vocal textures, bringing the lyric and character performance further forward.
Lyrics
Out of office Out of town Out of answers That's fine for now.
Gate changed twice, almost missed my flight Airport's strange in the middle of the night Car went left when the map said right Room was small but the view was nice
Yesterday I'd be working the phone Fixing each issue before I let go Now I drop my bags, make room to breathe More of the world when you leave it be
I still make a plan Still know what to do But every crooked road Doesn't mean I pull straight through
I can chase a thousand things Or know what counts right now Maybe I don't have to solve it Or even wonder how
Holiday out Gone off the map No fixing their fires No calling them back
Holiday out Let the whole thing roll Lost track of time But found a little soul
If the rain comes down Or the sky turns blue Either way, baby I'm coming through
Holiday out That's where I'm at If life goes sideways - I can live with that
Holiday out Let it roll
Let it roll Here I go
Holiday out Keepin' it real
Holiday out It's how I feel
Sun gives way as the rain begins Cafe closed as we walked in Rental car made a terrible sound So we left it there and walked through town
No reservation, found two chairs Little place, music filled the square Nothing scheduled, everything fine Things slow down if you don't watch time
I still like things right Still show up on time But I've learned every problem Doesn't have to become mine
Some doors don't open Some I let stay closed There's freedom in deciding What matters to me most
Holiday out Gone off the map No fixing their fires No calling them back
Holiday out Let the whole thing roll Lost track of time But found a little soul
If the rain comes down Or the sky turns blue Either way, baby I'm coming through
Holiday out That's where I'm at If life goes sideways I can live with that
Maybe sometimes growing Means slowing down Maybe strength is knowing What matters to me now
Some things you fix Some things you leave Some things get clearer When you give room to breathe
I still get up I still find a way Still got that spark Still got something to say
But I learned one thing Along the way -
Just 'cause I can Doesn't mean I should Sometimes less Can feel so good
Holiday out Gone off the map No fixing their fires No calling them back
Holiday out Let the whole thing roll Less on my mind More room in my soul
If the rain comes down Or the sky turns blue Either way, baby I'm coming through
Holiday out That's where I'm at If life goes sideways - I can live with that
Holiday out Let it roll
Let it roll Here I go
Holiday out Keepin' it real
Holiday out It's how I feel
The Spy
Industry Pitch
A dark, cinematic Pop / Rock song about the moral cost of espionage. Adapted from Giovanni Prati’s 19th-century poem ‘La Spia’ using an English translation published in 1887, it unfolds through accusation, surveillance, betrayal, and confession. The insistent ‘You are a spy’ refrain turns inward to ‘I am a spy,’ giving the song a powerful dramatic shift from condemnation to reckoning. The story continues in One More Day and This Ring, moving from espionage and confession into forbidden love and an unfulfilled promise. Its tension and character focus suit recording artists drawn to narrative material, as well as espionage, thriller, period, and gothic screen projects.
Source / Adaptation
Lyrics adapted from Giovanni Prati’s 19th-century poem ‘La Spia,’ using the public-domain English translation by William Dean Howells published in 1887. Music and lyric adaptation: Robert Lamb.
Lyrics
With ears intent, with eyes abased Like a shadow, still my steps you've chased If I whisper a word to my friend, I feel You follow quickly upon my heel Poor wretch, you fill me with loathing; fly!
You are a spy A spy A spy A spy
When you eat the bread that you win With the filthy wages of your sin The hideous face of treason drawing near Do you not see it? Do you not fear? Poor wretch, you fill me with loathing; fly!
You are a spy A spy A spy A spy
The thief may sometimes my pity claim Sometimes the harlot for her shame Even the murderer in his chains A hidden fear in me remains But you alone fill me with loathing; fly!
You are a spy A spy A spy
Fly, poor villain; draw your hat down Close be your mantle about you thrown And if ever my words weigh on your heart Make your way to some church apart There, "Lord, have mercy!" weep and cry
I am a spy I am a spy I am a spy
Forgiveness for your great sin alone You may hope to find before His throne Dismayed by your snares that all abhor Brothers on earth you have no more Poor wretch, you fill me with loathing; fly!
I am a spy A spy I am a spy A spy I am a spy I am a spy A spy I am a spy I am a spy I am a spy
Wild Groove
Industry Pitch
An energetic R&B-driven animated-feature concept in which a diverse collection of characters from the animal kingdom answers a mysterious calling, discovers one another's unique gifts through adventure and setbacks, and ultimately arrives at its destination, the Ark, giving the song a natural lane for faith-based family animation, ensemble storytelling, and character-driven musical sequences.
Lyrics
Wild Groove, All across the world Wild Groove, Every boy and girl Wild Groove, Step into the move Wild Groove, Groovin' two by two
I can fly, I can swim I can slide, I can move I can run, I can jump I can strike, I can groove I can dip, I can twist I can roll, I can ring I can walk, I can crawl I can shake, I can sing
Fly Slide Move Groove
Wild Groove, All across the world Wild Groove, Every boy and girl Wild Groove, Step into the move Wild Groove, Groovin' two by two
I can fly, I can swim I can slide, I can move I can run, I can jump I can strike, I can groove I can dip, I can twist I can roll, I can ring I can walk, I can crawl I can shake, I can sing
Who can fly? Fly real high! Who can slide? Side by side! Who can move? Two by two! Who can groove? You know who!
Wild Groove, All across the world Wild Groove, Every boy and girl Wild Groove, Step into the move Wild Groove, Groovin' two by two
I can fly, I can swim I can slide, I can move I can run, I can jump I can strike, I can groove I can dip, I can twist I can roll, I can ring I can walk, I can crawl I can shake, I can sing
Fly Slide Move Groove
Wild Groove!
Mar to Prys
Industry Pitch
Adapted from passages in John Barbour's The Brus (c. 1375), Mar to Prys ('More to Prize') turns a medieval argument for freedom into a timeless Scottish folk/cinematic anthem while retaining a language that feels at once familiar and half-forgotten. Its archaic Scots, period-rooted instrumentation, and rising communal resolve give it a distinctive lane for period drama, heritage, documentary, battle-to-resolution, and epic storytelling.
Source / Adaptation
Lyrics adapted and arranged from public-domain passages in John Barbour’s The Brus (c. 1375). Music and lyric adaptation: Robert Lamb.
Lyrics
Alas that folk that ever wes fre For our lyvis And for our childer and our wyyis And for our fredome and our land Ar strenyeit in bataill for to stand
A noble hart may haiff nane es Na ellys nocht that may him ples Gyff fredome failyhe; for fre liking Is yharnyt our all othir thing
Fredome, mar to prys! Than all the gold in warld that is All solace to man it giffis He levys at es that frely levys
Fredome, mar to prys! Than all the gold in warld that is
And he that thryll is has nocht his All that he has enbandounyt is Till hys lord Quhatever he be
Yheyt has he nocht sa mekill fre As fre wyll to leyve or do That at his hart Hym drawis to
Takand na kep to rycht na skill For thai dempt thaim efter thar will That thar fays thar jugis war Quhat wrechitnes may man have mar?
Quhat wrechitnes… May man have mar?
Fredome, mar to prys! Than all the gold in warld that is All solace to man it giffis He levys at es that frely levys
Fredome, mar to prys! Than all the gold in warld that is
Ye mycht have lyvyt into threldome Bot for ye yarnyt to be fre
Yarnyt to be fre…
Ye ar assemblyt her with me Tharfor is nedfull that ye be Worthy and wycht But abaysing
For doute off dede We sall nocht faill
Na na payn Sall refusyt be
Quhill we haiff maid Our countre fre
Fredome, mar to prys! Than all the gold in warld that is All solace to man it giffis He levys at es that frely levys
Fredome, mar to prys! Than all the gold In warld that is
Bot for ye yarnyt to be fre…
Yarnyt to be fre…
To be fre…
Quhill we haiff maid Our countre fre
SwiftCat
Industry Pitch
A nimble jazz instrumental with a sleek, playful sense of motion. Its compact character is well suited to light chase, travel, stylish comedy, animation, or dialogue-friendly underscore, with room for re-arrangement by a live ensemble or studio players.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Light, agile bossa nova led by concert flute over syncopated nylon-string guitar and a restrained rhythm section. The flute moves from a smooth principal melody into more improvisational trills and runs while the overall dynamic remains controlled.
Work Is A Holiday
Industry Pitch
A light, upbeat jazz instrumental built around the idea of making work feel like a holiday. Its relaxed groove and playful concept suit workplace comedy, lifestyle, advertising, travel, and montage, with room for a live-combo or polished studio re-recording.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Relaxed bossa nova and jazz-soul with a warm, lightly vintage character. The easygoing groove supports a lyrical flute lead that becomes more playful and improvisational, with Rhodes, muted trumpet and subtle vocal textures adding harmonic color.
Sunrise
Industry Pitch
A warm jazz instrumental shaped around the feeling of a day beginning. The piece can support reflective openings, scenic transitions, lifestyle, travel, wellness, or optimistic montage, and is well suited to live-jazz or cinematic re-orchestration.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Sophisticated bossa nova built around a rotating melodic conversation between clarinet, flute, vibraphone and jazz guitar. The recurring theme continually changes instrumental color through call-and-response, solo passages and harmonized returns.
Shops In Rio
Industry Pitch
A colorful jazz instrumental inspired by the movement and sophistication of a day exploring Rio. Its travel-forward feel lends itself to fashion, shopping, lifestyle, destination programming, light comedy, or cosmopolitan montage.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Cosmopolitan bossa nova in which recurring melodic ideas are passed among several instrumental voices rather than assigned to one dominant lead. Extended jazz harmony and restrained percussion keep the track fluid, sophisticated and conversational.
Trip’n
Industry Pitch
A breezy jazz instrumental built around travel, movement, and spontaneous escape. It offers a flexible cue for road-trip, lifestyle, comedy, transition, or destination scenes and can be adapted from intimate combo to fuller production.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Lo-fi hip hop centered on a warm repeating Rhodes progression, lightly swung drums and a recurring clean-guitar motif. Vinyl crackle, environmental ambience and selective vocal harmony provide atmosphere while the arrangement develops mainly through texture and layering.
Holidate
Industry Pitch
A polished jazz instrumental built around a light seasonal-romance concept. Its sophisticated, easygoing character fits holiday romantic comedy, dining, travel, hotel/resort, lifestyle, and festive montage, with clear potential for live-combo re-recording.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Elegant bossa nova with an intimate café-jazz character. Guitar and piano evolve from separate melodic statements into conversational call-and-response, with brief instrumental features and a quiet romantic breakdown before the ensemble returns.
Rooftop Cat Dancing
Industry Pitch
A playful jazz instrumental inspired by cats dancing together on a rooftop. Its visual concept and lively rhythm make it well suited to animation, family comedy, whimsical city-night sequences, or character-driven montage, with flexibility for small ensemble or orchestral color.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Warm vintage Latin jazz that first presents the original melody closely through piano and then nylon-string guitar. A second round opens the theme into increasingly playful variations, call-and-response and ensemble interplay before a clean resolved ending.
Super Deluxe Bubble Fantastic
Industry Pitch
A playful jazz instrumental with an intentionally oversized retro-futurist personality - polished lounge energy, buoyant rhythmic movement, and a bright space-age sense of fun that lives up to its title. Its stylish whimsy gives it a natural lane for advertising, fashion, design, comedy, animation, lifestyle, and retro-modern montage, with room for anything from a tight jazz combo to a larger polished production.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Playful small-club jazz that gradually layers the ensemble around the original melody before opening it into individual instrumental variations. Complementary chord movement and stops and starts create contrast before the theme reconverges in a satisfying final resolution.
Nikola
Industry Pitch
A sweeping cinematic orchestral composition inspired by Nikola Tesla and the sense of discovery, illumination, and possibility surrounding the age of electrification. An intimate piano theme gradually expands through woodwinds, strings, brass, and light percussion into a broad, uplifting orchestral statement, giving the piece a natural lane for historical drama, science and technology storytelling, invention, achievement, discovery, biographical montage, and moments of wonder or human progress.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The original piano melody is introduced alone and remains the musical anchor as the orchestration gradually expands. Woodwinds first reinterpret the theme, strings rise underneath, and a brief return to piano and light percussion creates space before the full orchestra delivers the main theme at its broadest and most luminous. The piece resolves softly rather than ending with a grand final hit.
Gotham Nocturne
Industry Pitch
A cinematic instrumental designed around the atmosphere of a city after dark - restrained, mysterious, and urban. It is naturally suited to noir, crime, suspense, detective, nighttime-city, or introspective underscore and can be expanded for orchestral or hybrid scoring.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Dark cinematic noir-rock built from deep low-end pulse, dramatic keyboard motifs, shadowed guitar textures and broad orchestral atmosphere. Tension grows through density, ambience and harmonic weight rather than speed or an oversized early climax.
Afterglow
Industry Pitch
A cinematic instrumental centered on what remains emotionally after an important moment has passed. Its warm, reflective character is suitable for endings, memory, romance, recovery, scenic resolution, or transitional underscore and can be re-orchestrated to match picture.
Arrangement / Production Notes
Intimate chamber writing centered on flowing fingerstyle guitar, with cello and flute exchanging lyrical phrases in call-and-response. The texture gradually recedes until the acoustic guitar is left to resolve the piece quietly.
Peregrinatio
Industry Pitch
Peregrinatio takes its title from the Latin word conveying journey, wandering abroad, or pilgrimage. Built around Robert Lamb’s original melody, the medieval-inspired orchestral arrangement treats that theme as a musical journey, establishing it, expanding it through variations, departing into complementary tonal and melodic territory, and ultimately returning home. Its sense of purposeful travel and discovery gives it a natural lane for historical drama, pilgrimage, exploration, ancient roads, mythic passage, and character journeys with emotional or spiritual weight.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The original melody is treated as a musical journey: established clearly, expanded through orchestral variation, then carried into complementary tonal and melodic territory before returning home. The structure reinforces the title’s Latin sense of journey, wandering abroad or pilgrimage.
Matador X
Industry Pitch
A bold Latin/surf-rock instrumental driven by motion, danger, and swagger. Its cinematic identity makes it a strong candidate for action, chase, competition, sports, travel, or stylized retro sequences, with room for guitar-forward or larger studio re-recording.
Arrangement / Production Notes
A cinematic guitar journey moving through surf-rock, Spanish-guitar and Middle Eastern-inspired settings while maintaining recurring thematic connections. Contrasting instrumental environments ultimately converge when the principal surf theme returns in a larger final statement.
The White Cliffs
Industry Pitch
Opening movement of the Voyage suite, built around departure and the emotional pull of leaving familiar shores behind. Its broad cinematic arc can support embarkation, farewell, maritime history, travel, or the beginning of an expedition.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The opening movement of the Voyage Suite grows from sparse piano, cello and harp into a violent orchestral storm at sea. After the tempest, the original theme returns in warmer harmony as dawn breaks, shifting the beginning of the journey from foreboding toward resolve.
The Cape of Storms
Industry Pitch
The Voyage suite's storm passage, shaped for danger, endurance, and forward motion at sea. It is suited to maritime peril, historical adventure, weather, survival, or escalating travel sequences and can be expanded for a full cinematic ensemble.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The second Voyage Suite movement shifts into a darker, elemental sound world of low drone, hand percussion, sustained strings and wordless male voices. Humming and chant-like textures function as instruments while increasing rhythmic density drives the piece toward a ritualistic conclusion.
The Malabar Shore
Industry Pitch
A warmer, more expansive movement in the Voyage suite, evoking arrival on a distant tropical coast after a difficult passage. Its sense of discovery suits historical travel, port arrival, cultural transition, documentary, or scenic exploration.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The third Voyage Suite movement replaces open-sea violence with an intimate South Indian coastal soundscape. With no driving percussion, the composition moves through drone, plucked strings, flute and wordless vocal color, rising briefly into a luminous layered swell before receding into stillness.
The Pearl River
Industry Pitch
A luminous Voyage movement built around arrival in a busy eastern river port and the sense of entering a new world. It can support historical trade, travel, discovery, harbor, or documentary sequences where wonder and movement are central.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The fourth Voyage Suite movement creates a dreamlike late-18th-century Chinese river setting led by traditional instrumental colors and almost no percussion. Near the end, a fleeting transformed fragment of The White Cliffs appears like a distant memory of England before the music settles into peaceful uncertainty.
The Western Wind
Industry Pitch
The closing Voyage movement, carrying the suite toward home with a sense of release, memory, and return. It works for homeward journeys, end-of-expedition sequences, reflective travel, reunions, or closing montage.
Arrangement / Production Notes
The final Voyage Suite movement transforms material from The White Cliffs into a broader, more seasoned homecoming theme. Faint rhythmic and timbral memories of the Cape, India and China remain absorbed beneath the English maritime orchestration, allowing the suite to return home without simply returning to where it began.
The Game Is Locked
Industry Pitch
A narrative hip-hop song with R&B / soul crossover potential about an outsider who believes talent will earn him a place, only to face shifting expectations, unpaid work, connections, and promises that never become opportunities. The recurring ‘Tick tock / The game is locked’ hook has its origins in a cruel playground taunt used to decide who could play and who would be left out. ‘If they choose who’s in / Can the best man win?’ challenges the idea of a level playing field. Its deliberately open setting speaks to ambition and gatekeeping across entertainment, sports, business, and beyond, making it a strong fit for character-driven drama, documentary, and stories of aspiration, exclusion, and persistence.
Lyrics
They say the game is locked He said, I've got what it takes Let 'em see what I can do They'll have to make some space
No favors owed, no famous name He figured skill would win the game Somebody makes it every time Why shouldn't this one turn out mine?
First real meet, borrowed clothes Rehearsed his words on the ride alone "Son, you've got what we're looking for." He walked out taller through that door
They started talking dates and plans A whole new life was close at hand "Any day now," he heard them say Ringer way up as time slipped away
Tick tock The game is locked And nobody else can play
They sell you the dream And you'll make the team They name their price You gotta play right
You swallow your pride You're chill'n outside If they choose who's in Can the best man win?
Be yourself, but change this part Show some drive. Don't try so hard One said, "Too quiet." Another, "Too bold." All different faces, but the same door closed
Too much of this, not enough that He'd meet one mark, they move one back One liked high, one liked low One got nervous in the talent show
"Help us out. We'll put you on." They kept his work, but his name was gone Watched somebody shake the man's hand Walked straight in with just half a plan
He kept his cool, and thanked them twice Took their number, took their advice They said, "Stay close. We'll find a place." Then took their time and let him wait
Tick tock The game is locked And nobody else can play
They sell you the dream And you'll make the team They name their price You gotta play right
You swallow your pride You're chill'n outside If they choose who's in Can the best man win?
Bills don't wait for that breakthrough hit So he took on work that he thought would fit "Just a little while" became five years They called less often, then nobody did
Said, "That's life," like that explained Same old faces but the rules had changed Told him, "Maybe it just wasn't your time." Easy to say, since the time wasn't mine
Saw him last week, with the same old grin Asked if he'd thought of trying again He said, "I never ever really stopped But I had some time, so I took this job."
Can't keep taking another unpaid That’s all that the last one had to say Then his phone lit up: "We loved what we heard." Same old hope with a few new words
Tick tock The game is locked And nobody else can play
They sell you the dream And you'll make the team They name their price You gotta play right
You swallow your pride You're chill'n outside If they choose who's in Can the best man win?
We call him "the player who never made it." Like he really had a game to play
If they choose who's in Can the best man win?
Tick tock Tick tock The game is locked
About Robert
I’m Robert Lamb, a songwriter, composer, and storyteller.
Born in Washington, DC, and raised on the East Coast, I grew up in a family of artists, musicians, and writers. Our home was filled with music, from Bach to Bachman-Turner Overdrive, Gershwin to Santana, and Marvin Gaye to the Beatles. We loved great songs and great performers across genres. That openness still shapes my music today.
I started telling stories through drawings and homemade adventure books around age six, and creating songs and melodies at eleven. The urge to make something, to turn an idea into something someone else can feel, has stayed with me ever since.
My career has taken me through advertising, television, and technology, including leaving an established job to build a business of my own. Along the way, I’ve continued exploring new creative tools and ways to bring stories to life.
After decades of visiting family in Texas, I made it my home. It’s where my brother and children live. Being a husband, father, brother, and son gives me plenty to draw from: love, responsibility, risk, humor, and the ordinary moments that stay with us.
My Writing Process
I’ve been composing and sequencing music for decades, working with keyboards, drum machines, and early music software.
Today, I develop music at the piano or on guitar and in GarageBand. Sometimes a melody suggests a story, and that story becomes the lyrics. I research and write my lyrics, then use Suno, guided by my musical material and style and arrangement directions, to create demos with vocals. These reference recordings help communicate the songs while leaving room for a recording artist’s own voice, arrangement, and interpretation.
This catalog brings those influences together in songs and instrumental compositions for recording artists, film, and television. Whatever the genre, I’m looking for a story worth telling and music that makes you feel it.
Rights & Contact
Catalog-wide ownership, licensing, and contact information.
Rights
- Songwriter / Composer
- Robert Lamb
- Writing & adaptation
- Original music, lyrics, and adaptations by Robert Lamb, with preexisting source material credited on individual song pages.
- Publishing
- Writer-controlled; no outside publisher.
- PRO affiliation
- None currently.
- Reference recordings
- Reference recordings demonstrate the compositions; recording-use inquiries may be considered separately.
Release label: BoxModel Music
Read about my writing process and how I create the reference recordings. - Full-length listening
- Full-length reference recordings are available on request.
Licensing & Contact
Inquiries about the underlying songs and instrumental compositions are welcome for artist recordings, film and television, advertising, and brand storytelling, including adaptations of instrumental compositions into brand themes. Contact Robert Lamb below to discuss a fit. A new production would use its own separately cleared recording.
Catalog previews are for listening and evaluation. No permission to record or otherwise use the underlying compositions is granted through this site; contact Robert Lamb to discuss written permission. Licensing, sampling, or reuse of a featured reference recording requires a separate written agreement; inquiries may be considered. Rights in identified preexisting material remain with their respective holders.
- Contact
- Robert Lamb
- robertwlamb@icloud.com
- Phone
- 240-696-9865
- Location
- Keller, TX 76248
Source-related rights are noted on individual pages where applicable.
This Ring
Industry Pitch
A cinematic Pop / Rock love song that follows The Spy and One More Day, revealing the future the two spies want through a ring bought but never given. Adapted from Robert Herrick’s 1648 poem ‘A Ring Presented to Julia,’ its pledge of lasting love becomes a private promise within a life of secrecy and divided loyalties. The ring stands for an ordinary life together that remains out of reach, while the lyric asks for a bond built on freedom, mutual support, and enduring devotion. Its tenderness and unresolved longing suit recording artists, romantic suspense, espionage drama, and scenes of commitment, separation, or an imagined future.
Source / Adaptation
Lyrics adapted from Robert Herrick’s public-domain poem ‘A Ring Presented to Julia,’ published in Hesperides (1648). Music and lyric adaptation: Robert Lamb.
Lyrics
To thee, I bring This golden Ring Made for thy finger fit To shew by this That our love is Or sho’d be like to it
Close though it be The joynt is free So when Love’s yoke is on It must not gall Or fret at all With hard oppression
But it must play Still either way And be, too, such a yoke As not too wide To over-slide Or be so strait to choak
So we, who beare The beame, must reare Our selves to such a height As that the stay Of either may Create the burden light
And as this round Is no where found To flaw, or else to sever So let our love As endless prove And pure as Gold for ever