Help me to save my beloved Queen
Everything you've heard on this album was written in a year I wasn't sure I'd survive. Through all of it, one small, faithful presence never moved away — my French Bulldog, Queen. A few weeks ago her own body turned against her, and I came close to losing her. She's still here, but the road back is long, and the costs are far beyond what I can carry alone. If these songs reached you and you'd like to help her recover, the button below will take you there. Even sharing it makes a difference. — Ralph
Beloved Boy
I wrote a song for my mother, and today I'm letting it go out into the world.
She asked for almost nothing in her life. She worked, she held us together, she carried me alone. When the end came, she waited — held on across the water until I reached her side — and looked at me one last time before she let go.
„Beloved Boy" is everything I couldn't say in time, and everything I'll never stop saying. She is sewn into my chest. I haven't forgotten her, and I never will.
For you, Mama. 🤍