“The Call in the Rain” is Anders J Holm’s most personal song yet — a blues-rock tribute to a brother, a bandmate, and a friend he lost too soon.

It’s the sound of a man driving through a storm with the weight of a name in his chest…
the sound of headlights on wet pavement…
the sound of a song played one last time under hospital lights.

Raw, cinematic and painfully human, this track carries the kind of honesty you only earn through real loss.
No filter.
No polish.
Just truth.

For everyone who’s ever loved someone they weren’t ready to lose —
this song is for you.

The Call in the Rain

Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

​Verse 1 
​Midnight hits, you walk in slow.
Got that sweet, cheap, dangerous glow.
You’re talking smooth, pouring the gin,
Saying, "Baby, let the night begin."
I ain’t blind, I see the twist,
But I love the feeling when I get kissed.
Yeah, you’re good-looking. I give you that.
But you're a trap in a fancy hat.


​Pre-Chorus
​I should run, should walk out the door.
'Cause I know what all that sugar is for.
It ain't love, and it ain't right—
It's just the perfect way to ruin the night.

​Chorus 
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.


​Verse 2 
​You’re playing shy, like you didn't just lie.
I watch your pupils when you meet my eye.
And I pretend that I don't know the game,
That you don't call every girl the same name.
But darling, I’m worse, I'm already hooked.
A book I know the end of, but still gotta be looked.
You’re the devil’s sugar, I take the dose.
'Cause I hate the taste of anything close.

​Pre-Chorus
​Don’t apologize, don't play the fool.
You’re only honest when your blood runs cool.
So keep your smooth talk, keep your damn line—
I just want the burn, I want the sign.

​Chorus
​Honey on a razorblade, baby, that’s you.
Sweet on the lips… cuts right through.
You promise heaven, I taste the red.
The prettiest lie I ever been fed.
Honey on a razorblade, yeah, you taste fine.
A beautiful disaster, this fault is mine.

​Bridge 
​"You think I don't see the blood on your teeth, darling?
I love the texture. I love the sting.
Don't you get precious with me.
I chose the poison."

Outro 
​Honey on a razorblade...
Yeah, cuts right through...
...Cuts right through...


Honey on a Razorblade  🔪

When the night feels colder than it’s ever been,
And the weight of the world settles under your skin…
When times are heavy and you can’t find your soul,

Breathe…

When you feel like you may lose control,
Hold on tight,
Breathe...
let the moment unfold,
Reach inside, dig down deep, and you’ll find what you seek…
Just breathe, just breathe… ooo... ya..


It’s alright to fall apart sometimes,
Everybody’s searching for a little peace of mind...
You’re not alone in the dark, no—
We’re all fighting battles,
nobody else knows...


So just breathe… 
let it all flow through,
Let the quiet in your chest be the voice guiding you...
There are people out there just like you...
They have moments when they’re soul-searching too…
Just breathe…
Just breathe… ooooo... yaaa...


When your heart feels tired from a world so loud,
And you’re trying to rise, 
feeling lost in the crowd…
Take a second, to love, let the fear release,
Let your spirit settle, find some peace.

Breathe...

Close your eyes, feel the truth underneath—
What’s meant for you is already in reach.


In every whisper of the wind,
In every tear you’ve held in,
There’s strength waiting to break free—
A quiet kind of healing in the air you breathe.
So inhale the hope, exhale the doubt,
Let the rhythm of your heartbeat help you figure it out…


Just breathe… let the tension fade away,
Let the calm in your soul have the final say.
You know there are people out there walking this road too—
Finding courage in the same way you do…
So breathe…
Just breathe…
Just breathe…

Breathe

“Where We Used to Be” is a country-soul heartbreak set in the only bar in town. A deep, worn-in baritone tells the story of a man stuck at the edge of the room, watching the woman he let go slow dance with someone who actually treats her right. Warm bass, steel and organ pads, and a steady barroom groove frame the scene: gravel crunching in the parking lot, a buzzing neon sign, the same old jukebox song, and a jealous heart he has to swallow instead of scream. It’s intimate, human, and painfully honest—like closing time for a love you should’ve fought harder to keep.

Where We Used To Be

Money, money, money V2  Mix - Bonus Track

A slow-burn, hypnotic sermon in 10/12 time. This track simmers with swamp-trap soul—a bedroom groove built on a warm 808 pulse, sensual microtonal slide purrs, and whispered, confident poetry. It’s a sultry, patient exploration of intimacy and unspoken truth, where every breathy ad-lib and fiddle sigh pulls you deeper into the heat of the low light.

#SwampTrapSoul #SlowBurn #BedroomGroove #Sultry #Hypnotic #Intimate #68BPM #1012Time #Atmospheric #SensualMusic #Poetic #Microtonal #0165productions

BPM: 68 (unwavering)
Time Signature: 10/12
Genre: Swamp-Trap Soul / Slow-Burn Bedroom Groove
Mood: Sultry • Intimate • Confident • Hypnotic • Warm • Anticipatory • Smoldering

(Buck) Neked truth

Bright Lights

Do Right or Walk On

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ay
ay
ay
good morning
it's going to be a great day
ooooh for sure
it's time for breakfast
how are you doing today?
i'm feeling fine 
fine today
oooh yeah
crack the eggs
cook the bacon
the bacon yeah
the coffee is already brewing
oooh yeah
the toast is ready
it's going to be a great day
for sure
ay ay ay
oh yeah
i had the best dream
best dream
oh yeah
ooooh
let me talk to you about it by the fire place
let me get your coffee
ooh yeah
it's going to be a great day
for sure
ay ay ay
anytime when you're here with me
oh yeah
it's going to be a great day
for sure
for sure
lets talk by the fire place
breakfast is ready
i'll grab your plate
oh yeah
anytime when you're here with me
it's going to be a great day
a great day
for sure
a great day
ohhh
yeah

Great Day

“Stay a While” is classic slow-dance R&B built on patience, closeness, and the romance of simple presence. Rhodes, round live bass, soft drums, romantic tenor sax, and swelling strings frame a vocal performance rooted in warmth rather than theatrics, making the song feel timeless from the first bar. In the lane of Luther Vandross with traces of Alexander O’Neal groove sensibility, this is a clear fit for slow-jam, wedding, and evening mood playlists.

Stay a While

Cursed melodies. Family graves. Crossroads debts.
Southern Gothic nightmares & human heartbreak.
Welcome to 0165 Productions.
Leave pure or don’t leave at all.

(Buck) Neked truth

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