Old Sailor
Sometimes a song begins with an image and only later reveals the truth behind it.This one began with an old sailor.
Category: Singles
Attic Box
Lyrics Past the pines, past the rails, past the bends in the roadPast the hush, past the rush, where the slow waters flowedIn the attic of a house by a silver-still lakeThere’s a box full of years I was scared to awakeCardboard corners, worn tape, dust like snow in my handsLittle ghosts in a pile,…
New York to Miami
Lyrics New York fell crooked, neon bleeding into snow and smoke,Sirens learned to whisper, every promise finally broke,Windows blinked,I walked past the skyline like a rumor that outlived its joke.Subways sighed in rusted time, old gods asleep on rails,Coffee tasted like goodbye, headlines told the same old fails,Trumpet cried,I folded up the avenues and followed…
Brooklyn Streets
Lyrics: Braht, live your years, whatever they may beThe streets remember you, night holds you in its pleaNeon, alley, rails, deli light – can’t fleeBrooklyn nights repeat, we changeHistory stays, the endless symphonyRound and round, like a squirrel on a wheelEvery street repeats the same old dealTraffic lights on wet asphalt, headlights slice the darkSirens…
Net Warrior
The speaker system hums with a heavy, distorted synth line that suddenly drops into a violent, industrial beat. A gravelly, distorted male growl tears through the parlor, aggressively spitting out verses about comment sections and burner accounts. The track abruptly cuts off on a dry, spoken-word anti-climax: “Then my mom calls me for dinner… But…
Tell Me: Between the Frame and the Soul
At its core, the song is about identity under doubt. Not dramatic self-pity, but a precise, almost surgical uncertainty — the kind that doesn’t announce itself: Am I alive? Am I remembered? Am I anything at all? That clinical detachment, the feeling of observing oneself from the outside, runs beneath every line that follows. The…
Forest Cabin: A Refuge in a Frozen World
Some songs begin as images before they become words. “Forest Cabin” started with a single picture I couldn’t shake. It showed two people suspended inside a small pool of warmth. Winter pressed against the glass outside. The screen flickers over to the third SoundCloud track. The pulsing pop synths of the previous song recede, replaced…
Caribbean Vibes
There’s something about the Caribbean that refuses to stay silent. The colors are vibrant. The rhythm of the water is mesmerizing. Time moves differently once you’re out there. It all wants to become music. That’s exactly how Caribbean Haze came to life. The verses move geographically — St. Thomas and St. John, across to Tortola…
Action Heroes: In Our Hearts. Always
The projector hums again, transitioning to the next SoundCloud waveform. The heavy, symphonic metal guitars are gone, replaced by a clean, pulsating synth line, a soaring pop tenor, and a warm, layered choir. As the final words—”As long as you hold us in your heart”—fade into the quiet parlor, Artie immediately rubs his temples. Artie:…
Cosmic Sigma Vibes
Imagine someone retelling Bhagavad Gita to a chronically online 19-year-old. The result is something like this, a track that weaponizes Gen-Z internet-speak to smuggle in some genuinely heavy philosophical content. And weirdly? It makes me smile. The Premise Is Funny, and That’s the Point The song begins with an extraordinary flex. It’s so cosmic that…