Six Strings of Sorrow is a journey through the aching heart of the blues — one string for every story, one fret for every scar. In this six-song collection, the guitar is not just an instrument, but a narrator — whispering secrets, weeping regrets, and roaring defiance across the smoky backroads of the American soul.
Each track draws from a distinct tradition: the electrified tension of Chicago’s alleys, the swaggering stride of Texas swing, the dusty mysticism of the Mississippi Delta, the late-night ache of minor key confessions, and the kinetic pulse of boogie-shuffle rhythm. No two songs are alike, yet they are bound by a common thread — the human voice filtered through wood, wire, and wound.
This is not a record of perfection, but of feeling. These are songs for the crossroads and the back porch, for lonely highways and midnight motels, for anyone who has loved too hard or lost too much.
The sorrow runs deep — but listen closely, and you’ll hear the strings still singing.
Liner Notes
Back Porch Lies
The album opens on a slow Chicago shuffle — dusk settling over a conversation you weren’t meant to hear. The electric guitar grinds and growls in A7, trading truths with the voice like two old enemies at a card table. A tale of quiet betrayal, where the lies are louder than the footsteps leaving.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I heard you talkin’ low, just past the garden gate
Yeah, I heard you talkin’ low, just past the garden gate
Ain’t no whisper sweet enough to hide the words you hate
[Verse 2]
You said you needed truth, but you were hidin’ mine
Yeah, you said you needed truth, but you were hidin’ mine
Now that truth is rustin’ on a back porch bottle of wine
[Verse 3]
You took your boots and left, but you forgot your pride
You took your boots and left, but you forgot your pride
That chair’s still rockin’—filled with back porch lies
Southbound Strings
Texas heat, full throttle. A Stratocaster swings like a switchblade as the groove kicks up dust on the open road. The rhythm bounces, the lead guitar dances, and every bend feels like a sharp turn down Highway 45. This is freedom with a scar on its lip and a pick in its teeth.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up in Dallas with a busted-down soul
Yeah, I woke up in Dallas with a busted-down soul
But I strung up my Fender and let the lightning roll
[Verse 2]
They said “boy slow down,” but I hit that groove
They said “boy slow down,” but I hit that groove
My fingers caught fire, had nothin’ left to prove
[Verse 3]
Now I’m southbound pickin’ on that Austin line
Yeah, I’m southbound pickin’ on that Austin line
Leavin’ smoke on the strings and trouble behind
Devil in the Dust
Here’s where the past speaks in tongues. The Delta comes alive in Open D, slide guitar whispering through dirt and wind like a spirit half-forgotten. One man, one steel, one long road — chasing ghosts or becoming one. The lyrics don’t ask for mercy. They just confess.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a crow for a compass, and a snake for a sign
Yeah, a crow for a compass, and a snake for a sign
Ain’t no map on this road, just the devil in the dust behind
[Verse 2]
Heard the river cryin’ like a mother in pain
Heard that river cryin’ like a mother in pain
She said, “Son, you gone too far to ever turn back again”
[Verse 3]
Slide that steel ‘cross the bone of the chord
Slide that steel ‘cross the bone of the chord
Every note a prayer — every bend a broken word
Cold Fire
A slow burn that never warms. In A minor, this is the sound of holding someone close who’s already gone. The guitar doesn’t shred — it sighs. Each phrase is a wound phrased gently, an ache wearing its finest suit. Soul-blues at its most intimate.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There’s a flame in your eyes, but your touch is like snow
Yeah, a flame in your eyes, but your touch is like snow
How can love burn so bright and still leave me so cold?
[Verse 2]
You whispered my name like a ghost on the breeze
You whispered my name like a ghost on the breeze
And I chased that echo through the dead of my dreams
[Verse 3]
Now I play these strings for the hurt I can’t hide
Yeah, I play these strings for the hurt I can’t hide
It’s a cold fire, baby, and it’s freezing me inside
Midnight Motor
The wheels spin fast, the boogie don’t quit. You can smell the gasoline and hear the neon hum as the guitar walks and the bass struts. This is the juke joint anthem — a late-night escape song dressed up like a party. There’s joy here, but it’s on borrowed time.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Got a midnight motor and a red-hot steel guitar
Yeah, a midnight motor and a red-hot steel guitar
Gonna boogie through the backroads ’til I outrun every scar
[Verse 2]
My wheels don’t stall, and my baby don’t lie
No, my wheels don’t stall, and my baby don’t lie
But she leaves a lipstick warning every time she says goodbye
[Verse 3]
Got the jukebox howlin’ and the dance floor shakin’ dust
Yeah, the jukebox howlin’ and the dance floor shakin’ dust
If the boogie’s in your bloodstream, then shake it ‘cause you must
Shadow in the Flame
We end where fire meets fog. In D minor, this song is a cousin to Cold Fire, but softer, slower, and darker. Love lingers here not as a memory, but as a shape in the smoke — too far to hold, too close to escape. The guitar becomes voice, and the voice becomes prayer.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I saw your silhouette dancin’ in the firelight
Yeah, your silhouette dancin’ in the firelight
But your eyes held a silence colder than the night
[Verse 2]
You whispered goodbye like a song with no sound
You whispered goodbye like a song with no sound
Now I chase every echo, but it won’t come back around
[Verse 3]
I reach for the warmth, but it burns just the same
I reach for the warmth, but it burns just the same
Can’t love a memory — it’s just a shadow in the flame
Playlist
- Back Porch Lies Museca 4:03
- Southbound Strings Museca 4:12
- Devil in the Dust Museca 3:09
- Cold Fire (Remix) Museca 5:15
- Midnight Motor Museca 3:52
- Shadow in the Flame Museca 4:45