NOCKAMiXON

Despite some throat knots and tears during the first few takes (and all throughout the writing process), I finally made a song dedicated to my Nana, who passed in October of 2023. Out of all members in my relatively large family, her and I shared a very unique and strong bond, and dedicating a song in her memory is the least I could do as an homage to her. I talk to her every day and despite it being painful at times, I feel her with me every day. This song is about that esoteric presence that our lost but loved ones bring to one’s environment depending on the nature of the relationship. I hope you all enjoy, but most of all, Nana, Mrs. Savaria, I love you and miss you dearly and out of everyone who happens to receive the soundwaves that is the manifestation of this song being played, I hope most of all you can somehow “hear” it in your own way, and I hope you enjoy the most. Forever my special person 🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻

SAVARiA

Finally made a song about my dog, Thunder ⚡️⚡️⚡️

THUNDER BOLT

P R E S S U R E   T E S T E R

PRESSURE TEST

Okay I kinda like this one this is good…this is good

TiCK TYPE SHiT

TAPS & BAGPiPES

Clovers Counted

CLOVERS COUNTED

HOLDiNG BACK (HAiL MARY)

Frozen. I’m holding back. My eyes opened, they’re opening. I see oceans; I see stars . . .

ROCK BOTTOM (v1.0)

LYRiCS:

Fell to my knees
Started beggining you, "please, oh why can't you leave him alone?...
Feel like the reason I lost all belief is rooted in evil, I know"
Know you've been waiting for this occassion: 13th of May; I called.
Screaming I said, "Just take me instead! I'm better off dead!" you saw
Fixated on your face, the things I saw.
I realized the time and place and made the call
(Made the call)
Screamin' and shoutin' stuck on a mountain trapped at 12,000 feet above
Houndin' 'em down. I'm making you proud. God, it's astounding: brotherly love. Hearing the sound and it's beautifully loud when choppers come down from above. Miracle's real. I'm fighting back tears...we won. Thank God.

MiRACLES REAL (FRiDAY THE 13th 2022)

LYRiCS

Find me puttin' down my 18th bottle.
Might be nice for me to walk; I hobble.
Finding ways to race so I start jogging.
Never late the way I pull the throttle.

Get real.
Screwed on too tight I fear.
The tension bends breaks skin and tendons.
I guess it's never ending try to . . .

Get real
You're way too fake I feel.
You tried

NOCKAMiXON

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