My Tracks & Songs – That Gouda Life

Mr. Malone – “Bad Medicine”

themrmalone — Mon, 30 Mar 2026 01:39:31 +0000

- Bad Medicine -

[Verse 1]
You were a porch light in the bad wind
I was a man tryin not to cave in
We let the dark come in and sit down
And I called it love till it all burned out

You were a warm room, I was all nerve
We were the kind of hurt that never learns
A little mercy with a mean streak in it
A little heaven with the devil slipped in

[Pre-Chorus]
Some things feel like shelter
Some things feel like sin
Some things get under your skin
And never leave again

[Chorus]
We were bad medicine
Strong and sweet
A little peace in the blood
Then the hurt underneath

Love still mattered
I know it did
Even when it cut too deep
Even when it never quit

We were bad medicine
Hard to leave
A little light in the dark
A little war in me

[Verse 2]
There were cards face down on the table
A house half standing, built unstable
A bottle open, a screen door shaking
A road in the dark we kept on taking

You were a fire I could not cool down
I was a wheel always spinning out
Every time I thought I saw straight
We’d hit the same wall, just a different way

[Pre-Chorus]
Some roads look like promise
Till they break you down
Some loves sound like gospel
Till the truth comes out

[Chorus]
We were bad medicine
Strong and sweet
A little warmth in the bones
Then a cut too deep

Love still mattered
I’ll say that still
Even when it came in wrong
Even when it never healed

We were bad medicine
Hard to leave
A little blood in the honey
A little trick up the sleeve

[Bridge]
So I poured the rest out in the sink
Watched it run clean
Tried to find the line between
What was hunger, what was need

And maybe both were living there
Under the same roof
Maybe something can be real
And still not make it through

[Final Chorus]
We were bad medicine
Strong and sweet
A little hope in the lungs
But no steady beat

Love still mattered
That much is true
Even if it hurt like hell
Even if it hurt you too

We were bad medicine
But not a lie
Just the kind of fire
You survive by leaving behind

[Outro]
Porch light burning
No one at the door
Love can be real
And still be a war

Mr. Malone – “Build From Here”

themrmalone — Wed, 18 Mar 2026 03:14:05 +0000

[Verse 1]
There’s still a light on through the cracks
Not gone, just buried under black
A heart still standing in the rain
A door half open, not the same

I know the smoke, I know the fire
I know the pull of old desire
Trying not to be who I was then
I've come back softer, I can bend

[Pre-Chorus]
So if your hands still shake
Mine do too
That does not mean
We are bound to lose

[Chorus]
If there’s a road through this
I want to walk it slow
Brick by brick, side by side
Learning what we know

No, I’m not asking now
For some perfect ending here
Just a chance to tell the truth
And build from here

[Verse 2]
I’m laying all the cards down now
No more hiding what I found
Love is not a chain to wear
It’s steadiest when the night lays bare

I know your walls were built to last
I know we both still feel the past
But stone by stone and day by day
Even lost hearts can find a way

[Pre-Chorus]
We do not need
A sign tonight
Just two people
Trying to get this right

[Chorus]
If there’s a road through this
I want to walk it slow
Brick by brick, side by side
Learning what we know

No, I’m not asking now
For some perfect ending here
Just a chance to tell the truth
And build from here

[Bridge]
I can lay my old pride down
You can meet me where I stand
We do not have to rush the dawn
We just have to use our hands

Not every storm means leave
Not every break means gone
Sometimes love looks less like fire
And more like holding on

[Final Chorus]
If there’s a road through this
I want to walk it slow
No more smoke, no guessing games
Just letting real things grow

No, I’m not asking now
For a promise loud and clear
Just a hand that does not pull away
And room to build from here

[Outro]
You bring the morning
I'll meet you there
We'll find what's worth keeping
And then we'll build from here

Mr. Malone – “I Drew the Devil”

themrmalone — Mon, 16 Mar 2026 01:52:44 +0000

[Verse 1]
There was a light on in my chest
A half open door I called my best
Your voice like smoke out in the cold
A few soft words I turned to gold
I made you a harbor, made you a hymn
Stayed through the silence when hope wore thin
Read every pause like a sacred sign
Till the cards told me what was mine

[Chorus]
I drew the Devil card tonight
Turned it over in the candlelight
And the chain I called fate
Was just pain I held too tight
I drew the Devil card and knew
What was false and what was true
And the spell broke free
When I let go of me and you

[Verse 2]
There were songs in the floorboards
Ash in the air
Your ghost in my memories
But you were never there
I called it a lesson
I called it a sign
But some roads run crooked
No matter how kind

[Chorus]
I drew the Devil card tonight
Turned it over in the candlelight
And the chain I called love
Was just longing in disguise
I drew the Devil card and knew
What was false and what was true
And the spell broke free
When I let go of me and you

[Bridge]
Not every fire is a beacon
Not every thread is gold
Not every door left half open
Is a place that I can call home
Maybe truth is not a promise
Maybe truth is letting go
Maybe all I ever needed
Was to see what I called hope

[Final Chorus]
I drew the Devil card tonight
Black ink burning in the firelight
And the thing that kept my name
Let go by dawn's first light
I drew the Devil card and knew
What was false and what was true
And the spell broke free
When I let go of me and you

[Outro]
I drew the Devil card
The room went still
And what did not love me
Never will

Mr. Malone – “Sometime Soon”

themrmalone — Wed, 11 Mar 2026 19:13:38 +0000

[Verse 1]
There is a kind of waiting
that doesn't feel like waiting at all.
It feels like holding your breath so long
you forget you're doing it.
I have stood at doors like this before,
half open, light coming through the crack,
hand raised, not knocking.
Because some doors only open from the inside.

[Chorus]
Sometime soon, you said.
Sometime soon.
I will still be here when soon becomes now.
No noise, no pressure, just here.
Waiting for sometime soon.

[Verse 2]
There are things said in unguarded moments
that live in you long after the moment passes.
Words that landed like they were always meant to find you.
You hold them, you turn them over,
you wonder if they were real or just the night talking.
And then you decide to believe in them anyway.
Because what else do you do
with something that felt that true?

[Chorus]
Sometime soon, you said.
Sometime soon.
I will still be here when soon becomes now.
No noise, no pressure, just here.
Waiting for sometime soon.

[Bridge]
I am not without fault here.
I carried something heavy and I dropped it
at the wrong moment, in the wrong way.
Breaking things you love
doesn't distribute evenly.
It just sits right there, in the center of you.

[Final Verse]
But I am still here. Quieter now.
More careful with the weight of things.
Becoming the kind of presence
that doesn't confirm the fear.
The steady thing that waited long enough
to be worth opening for.

[Outro]
Sometime soon.
I will be here.
Sometime soon.

Mr. Malone – “Chosen”

themrmalone — Wed, 11 Mar 2026 11:52:22 +0000

There’s a quiet
that isn’t empty.

It hums.

Not loud enough to scream,
not soft enough to ignore.

It lives under the ribs
like a question
that won’t sit down.

I don’t need fireworks.
I don’t need forever
whispered in the dark.

I just need to know
I’m not the only one
building the bridge.

Because I can feel the almost.
I can feel the weight of maybe.
The space between
“we’re okay”
and “we’ll see.”

And that space has teeth.

It doesn’t slam doors.
It leaves them cracked.

It doesn’t say goodbye.
It says,
“Let’s not name this yet.”

I don’t want to chase you.
I don’t want to cage you.
I don’t want to turn love
into pressure.

But silence echoes.

And there’s a kind of fear
that doesn’t shout.

It erodes.

Not losing you in one moment—
but losing you
inch by inch
to uncertainty.

I don’t need certainty tonight.

I need intention.

Not possession.
Not promises.
Not control.

Just a step forward
without being pulled.

Just a voice in the quiet
that says,

“I’m choosing this too.”

Because loving you
isn’t the hard part.

Standing in the in-between
and not knowing
if I’m alone there—

That’s the war.

And I don’t want to fight.

I want to build.