Why Kairos
I chose the name because of what Kairos means: the right, opportune moment. That fits what I value.
Who I am
I’m Hamish.
This is Kairos Sound Co. Private — the songs I made for myself, not for a brief. Heavier records, easier ones, and the ones in between. Listen and read the lyrics here.
Who I was
I’m a former pro cable wakeboarder, No. 1 in all divisions, and a beginner wakeboarding and surfing instructor for over 25,000 individuals. I’ve been trusted as an advisor for the Australian Education Bureau, and trusted by Australia’s largest outdoor education conference to teach teachers from around the world how to teach.
I’ve been a teacher my whole life. Trampolining, parkour, free running, gymnastics, surfing, wakeboarding, wakeskating, tennis, jet skiing, driving, magic, life hacks, even dating. Whatever the skill, I know how to get people from where they are to where they want to be, and how to make sure they have the time of their lives along the way.
I’ve helped people from all over the world do things they’d only ever dreamed of. And while I taught them the skill they came for, I also shared how to create anything they want in life, through the teachings of my favourite teachers of all time: Bashar, Abraham Hicks, Tim Ferriss, Neville Goddard and Owen Cook.
Today I live a peaceful, exciting life, the life of my dreams, and I spend it helping others do the same. Right now that means making music, for myself and for anyone who wants a song that’s theirs, whether it’s just for them, for their business or for someone they love.
Nothing beats hearing “You just made my day, thank you!” That’s what I live for. When you feel good, I feel good, and the more I help you enjoy life, the more I enjoy my own. It’s a beautiful win-win, and there’s more than enough abundance in this world for all of us.
A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.
My songs
No Turning Back
Dark cinematic trap
0:003:21
What it’s about
Dark cinematic trap about choosing the next step and not looking back. Rain on black glass, locked doors that don’t get waited on, work that came before the gold. The vocal stays close and low — whispered lines, a chant-style chorus — over heavy 808s and a half-time bridge. The hook doesn’t blink: no turning back, no slowing down. I didn’t get lucky. I put in the time.
Lyrics
Intro — whispered
They said, “Wait your turn.” I made my own.
Verse 1
Cold night, black glass, headlights cut the rain Quiet in the back while they’re calling out my name No crown handed over, no road laid flat I took every loss and I learned from that Step by step, let the whole world watch Built this from the ground, now I’m hard to stop They can talk all night, they can doubt all day When the bass drops low, I’m already on my way
Pre-Chorus
One more level, one more line All that pressure made me shine Hear that engine, feel that sound I was made to hold my ground
Chorus
No turning back, I’m taking the night Dark through the smoke, still aiming for light No turning back, I’m claiming my place They see the mask, but they’ll remember the name No turning back, no slowing down Built from the silence, I’m wearing the crown No turning back, the moment is mine I didn’t get lucky—I put in the time
Verse 2
Gold on the wrist, but the work came first Had to walk through the fire, had to shake off the worst Now the whole room moves when the low end hits Every setback turned to another upgrade No big speech, let the results talk Head held high when I take that walk If the door stays locked, I don’t wait outside I find my own way to the other side
Pre-Chorus
One more level, one more line All that pressure made me shine Hear that engine, feel that sound I was made to hold my ground
Chorus
No turning back, I’m taking the night Dark through the smoke, still aiming for light No turning back, I’m claiming my place They see the mask, but they’ll remember the name No turning back, no slowing down Built from the silence, I’m wearing the crown No turning back, the moment is mine I didn’t get lucky—I put in the time
Bridge — half-time
Level up Lights out Bass hits No doubt Stand tall Move clean They’ll know What I mean
Final Chorus
No turning back, I’m taking the night Dark through the smoke, still aiming for light No turning back, I’m claiming my place They see the mask, but they’ll remember the name No turning back, no slowing down Built from the silence, I’m wearing the crown No turning back, the moment is mine I didn’t get lucky—I put in the time
This is the good life
Australian hip-hop and pop
0:003:16
What it’s about
An easy, feel-good Australian hip-hop and pop song about the slow hours in the bush — gum trees, wallabies, oranges and mandarins off the tree, macadamias cracked in the shade, a cold drink as the day winds down. No rush, no big plans, just good mates, southern skies, and the little things you remember. The hook is simple and meant to be sung: this is the good life, and that’s where I wanna be.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Out in the country, somewhere down the road Swag in the shade, got nowhere to go Stone’s throw away from everything I need Gum trees all around and wallabies at my feet Sun going down, got nowhere to be Fresh air blowing through the gum trees Cold drink waiting and the day's winding down This is my kind of life, this is my town
Pre-Chorus
Fresh breeze, warm night Stars coming out, everything feels right No rush, no worries, nowhere else I'd rather be Yeah, this is the good life to me
Chorus
This is the good life, this is the good life Yeah, this is where I wanna stay This is the good life, this is the good life Take my worries all away Picking oranges, mandarins from the tree Cracking macadamias underneath the gum trees This is the good life, this is the good life Yeah, that's where I wanna be
Verse 2
Banana smoothie, chicken wrap Netflix on and I'm kicking back Pick those oranges, juice 'em up Fresh mandarins filling up the cup Crack macadamias, one by one Barefoot living underneath the sun No big plans, no need to rush Just a little bit of heaven in the bush
Pre-Chorus
Wi-Fi on, phone in my hand Feet kicked up, exactly as planned Laughing with the people that I love Looking at the stars above
Chorus
This is the good life, this is the good life Yeah, this is where I wanna stay This is the good life, this is the good life Take my worries all away Picking oranges, mandarins from the tree Cracking macadamias underneath the gum trees This is the good life, this is the good life Yeah, that's where I wanna be
Bridge
From the beaches to the bush From the city to the coast It's the little things we love That we remember most Cold nights, warm fires Summer days and muddy tyres Good mates, good times Underneath those southern skies
Final Chorus
This is the good life, this is the good life Yeah, this is where I wanna stay This is the good life, this is the good life Take my worries all away Pick those oranges, juice 'em up Fresh mandarins filling up my cup Crack macadamias underneath the trees Wallabies hopping wherever they please This is the good life, this is the good life From the outback to the sea This is the good life, this is the good life Yeah, this is Australia to me Everything I need Right here with me This is the good life, this is the good life That's where I wanna be
Follow The Spark
Australian pop-rap and boom-bap
0:002:34
What it’s about
Australian pop-rap and boom-bap about trusting the spark in the chest and not forcing the door. A bright conversational flow over chopped guitar, acoustic strums, piano stabs and handclaps — breezy, then a half-time bridge. Little steps that turn into sun, a clear yes that cuts the rain, and a hook that holds the line: follow the spark, that’s the way home. Don’t make it hard.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Old mates told me, “check the signs” Don’t force that door, just feel the line If it sparks in the chest, that’s gold If it drags like sand, let go Mind on the hill, view from the top Same old fear, but I don’t stop Choices stack up, one by one Little steps turn into sun You don’t need to beg for proof Truth lands clean when it fits your roof I watch the pattern, let it breathe Then move my feet with ease
Pre-Chorus
Catch that hit Then trust it No stiff script Just dust it off
Chorus
Follow the spark Follow the spark That’s the way home That’s the way home Follow the spark Follow the spark Don’t make it hard Don’t make it hard
Verse 2
If the mood goes flat, I don’t fake fire I reset quick, then climb higher Same old story, new angle now Change the frame and it works somehow Parallel roads in a one-way stare Pick the lane with the honest air When I lean in, life leans back Funny how the pieces stack Not every no is a closed-out door Sometimes it’s room for a better floor So I stay soft, but I stay true What I choose keeps choosing me too
Pre-Chorus
Catch that hit Then trust it No stiff script Just dust it off
Chorus
Follow the spark Follow the spark That’s the way home That’s the way home Follow the spark Follow the spark Don’t make it hard Don’t make it hard
Bridge
If I’m split in two, I know the drill Breathe it down, then quiet still One clear yes can cut the rain One clear move can break the chain
Chorus
Follow the spark Follow the spark That’s the way home That’s the way home Follow the spark Follow the spark Don’t make it hard Don’t make it hard
Get Up Mate
Australian pop-rap and 90s pop-country
0:002:21
What it’s about
Australian pop-rap and 90s pop-country about getting up and starting the day. Sun in the blinds, a cold splash, the kettle on, keys by the door. A spoken-word hook and stacked chorus chants over stomp-clap percussion, acoustic guitar and banjo. The hook doesn’t wander: get up, mate — morning’s waiting, don’t make it wait.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Sun in the blinds That’s your cue Feet on the floor Get moving, you Cold tap splash Sharp and true One deep breath Then let it through
Pre-Chorus
Come on now Don’t hit snooze One more second You’ll lose the groove Grab the day Make your move You know what to do
Chorus
Get up, mate Get up, mate Morning’s waiting Don’t make it wait Get up, mate Get up, mate Head high now Start today
Verse 2
Kettle’s on Keys by the door Shake off sleep And want a little more Fresh clean shirt Hard shoes lace Step out strong Own your pace
Pre-Chorus
Come on now Don’t hit snooze One more second You’ll lose the groove Grab the day Make your move You know what to do
Chorus
Get up, mate Get up, mate Morning’s waiting Don’t make it wait Get up, mate Get up, mate Head high now Start today
Bridge
No more dragging No more haze Open up And meet the day Little by little You’ll feel that spark Daylight lands Right in your heart
Final Chorus
Get up, mate Get up, mate Morning’s waiting Don’t make it wait Get up, mate Get up, mate Head high now Start today Get up, mate Get up, mate Out the door now Win your day