A songwriter finding words for home.
From the edge of Sydney’s coast, with dust still on his boots, Greg Attwells writes songs about what it costs to love without armour and choose honesty over performance.
His songs move through desire and devotion, heartbreak and faith, ambition and collapse, fatherhood and inheritance. They are shaped by long roads, quiet reckonings, and the kinds of moments that don’t announce themselves until later. A beer with your dad. A call you almost didn’t make. A goodbye you didn’t know was final.
Written in the middle of real life and played without polish, these songs aren’t answers.
They’re altars.
Places to stand still, tell the truth, and exhale.
