“The Unbound Soul”
This song began with chains—and ended under open skies. A piano in the wild. A voice with some dirt on it. The Unbound Soul is a quiet refusal to be owned, labeled, or priced. It’s grunge, but not the Seattle kind—it’s soul-grunge. Raw, heartfelt, and human.

This one’s for anyone who’s ever felt boxed in by contracts, expectations, or names that never quite fit. The sound is stripped down, a little worn, and meant to breathe. Think Wallflowers, not walls. Think James Taylor with mud on his boots.

Written for anyone who’s walked away from the chains they didn’t know they were wearing.

Lyrics not shared—on purpose. I want you to hear it the way you need to.

The Unbound Soul

A quiet continuation of "The Way That It Goes".

This piece extends from the original — same rhythm, same feeling — with a shift that’s subtle but intentional. The sound fades, then returns, slower and more reflective.

Pay attention around 2:50—there’s a pause that really pulls everything home. No remix, no drastic change. Just the same current, carrying a little further. The artwork reflects that transition: a door opening into something familiar, still unfolding.

Lyrics:
Life… it hits where it hurts, ya know.
It doesn’t come light — it comes with weight,
And a good dose of doubt to throw you off straight.

But the doubt must be weighed with the clarity.
The cost must be counted with the things that set you free.
Yeah, the struggle’s real — but so is the rise.
You can’t have the truth without seeing through the lies.

The rights and the wrongs,
The highs and the lows,
The stops and the starts,
It’s the way that it goes.

It’s all part of life —
A journey of growth.
And growth’s gotta walk
Right through the storm.

The doubt must be weighed with the clarity.
The cost must be counted with the things that set you free.
Yeah, the struggle’s real — but so is the rise.
You can’t have the truth without seeing through the lies.

The rights and the wrongs,
The highs and the lows,
The stops and the starts,
It’s the way that it goes.

Oh, oh...

I know how it fades — not by choice, not by plan.
It slips through my fingers like water through hands.
So I bury small signals in places I pass,
Little echoes of truth in the cracks of the glass.

But the doubt must be weighed with the clarity.
The cost must be counted with the things that set you free.
Yeah, the struggle’s real — but so is the rise.
You can’t have the truth without seeing through the lies.

The rights and the wrongs,
The highs and the lows,
The stops and the starts,
It’s the way that it goes.

It’s all part of life —
A journey of growth.
And growth’s gotta walk
Right through the storm.

They say “face it,” like that means it’s gone.
But letting it go don’t mean it moves on.
Sometimes forgetting is just a disguise,
For a weight that still waits just behind my eyes.

The doubt must be weighed with the clarity.
The cost must be counted with the things that set you free.
Yeah, the struggle’s real — but so is the rise.
You can’t have the truth without seeing through the lies.

The rights and the wrongs

When Life Hits

The Rise Through The Lies

"Movin’ Is Livin’" is a raw push forward — part classic rock anthem, part emotional breakthrough. I wrote this on a day when I needed motion more than meaning. It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. But it’s alive.
If you’ve ever felt stuck in the middle, this one’s for you.
Vroom vroom. Let’s roll.

MOVIN' IS LIVIN'

This piece was inspired by a song written by Angelo Gabrielli, titled "Cerco te" 

When I first heard it, the phrase "cerco te" sounded like “chair-co-tay” to my English ears—and I imagined someone offering a chair, quietly saying, “Sit. Let’s talk.”

Of course, it doesn’t mean that—it means “I’m looking for you.” That moment of misunderstanding became the spark for this track.

Though I don’t speak Italian, I do speak Spanish and English, and I wanted to explore how sound moves between languages—how meaning can be felt, even when it isn’t fully understood. 

This is my attempt to create an affair with sound—blending three languages and leaning into what they offer sonically, emotionally, and spiritually.

I used AI to shape the sound, the visuals, and the voice. It’s not perfect—but it’s honest.

If something resonates with you, I’d love to hear how you hear it.

🪑 A chair is waiting at the end of the path.
Have a seat, my Italian friend. :)

Ote, Ate - Cercote, Cercate

A gentle awakening in sound and spirit — “Wake Me Gently” is a heartfelt pop-rock reflection on fatherhood, healing, and second chances. With soft piano and ambient textures, this song begins like a sunrise and builds into a quiet strength. Written for those moments when you're ready to try again, even after it all fell apart. This one’s for every parent starting over with love in their heart

Wake Me Gently

Ōndi Soul Breath: The Quiet Distance Between invites you into a deep reflection on life's preciousness. 

Intro – Soft, Reflective
think about this life.
hmm...
think about what ya like.
and everything that feels right.

Instrumental – Bridge Building Intensity: Guitar Solo
oh...

Verse 1 – Reality Enters
think about what ya dont like.
think about strife.
and everything that is wrong.

Instrumental – Bridge Building Intensity: Guitar Solo
hmm...

Verse 2 – Searching Deeper
(now).
think about what you love.
and what you un-love —
the quiet distance between.
now wait —
wait...
do you have it?

Refrain – Gentle Prompt
bring it closer. (closer...)
hold it closer.
ah...

these aren’t just whispers.
(gentle breaths...)
they aren’t just shadows.
(echoes of life...)


Bridge – The Cycle of Being
every day when you wake.
every night when you unwake. 
(sleep...)
(breathe in...)

think about loneliness.
think about togetherness.
so close... so far...

think about wanting.
think about holding.
think about giving.

these aren’t just whispers.
(gentle breaths...)
they aren’t just shadows.
(echoes of life...)

can you feel it?

think about your hands —
are they free?
or holding onto something
you can’t name, but still carry?

think about your dreams —
do they rise from within you,
or were they whispered long ago,
so softly you mistook them for truth?

these aren’t just whispers.
(gentle breaths...)
they aren’t just shadows.
(echoes of life...)

Release – Letting Go
and when it’s too much...
just breathe.
in the breath — there is knowing.
in the pause — there is grace.
in the letting go —
there is trust.

Outro – Whispered Truth
(whisper)
this is soul.
this is life.
this is un-life.
this is love.
this is un-love.
this is breath.
this is un-breath.
let it be.




Ōndi Soul Breath: The Quiet Distance Between

Fuck Musk!

I care about my kids. Let's be thoughtful people!

Musk It!

Title: The Worn Soul
Style: grit · soul · rock
Tempo: Slow → Accelerating → Fast
Vocal: Soft → Urgent → Assertive → Desperate

A soul that has been through too much — worn thin by the world, by systems, by expectation, by invisible hands. This is the slow burn into the internal war… the one no one sees… the one nobody can escape. It rises and breaks in waves — from quiet reflection into chaos, into questioning, into rage and into the final fight for what’s left inside.

This track explores the fracture between peace and violence, hope and despair — the thin line between control and freedom — and the moment when you realize the war isn’t “out there” anymore. It’s within.

This is The Worn Soul.
This is where you fight back.

(cover art is stylized, surreal realism — reflecting the internal storm, the lived scars, and the fight to hold on to what matters)

The Worn Soul

just me playing the piano and talking about my day 

Hope

Patience and care. 

I looked at the North Star with my son.

Verse 1
We set our sights on distant lights
Tracked every mile by the stars
But storms rose up, the compass spun
Somewhere between the maps and ours

Pre‑chorus
I thought the road was straight and clear
But time took different turns
Still I’m holding to the wheel
Even when the engine burns

Chorus
Where did we go off course?
When patience turned to doubt
We were sailing with the wind
Now I’m listening for sound
Of steady waves, of calmer shores
Of quiet hearts, no raging force
Tell me how to stay on board
Where did we go off course?

Verse 2
Waiting’s not just doing nothing
It’s learning how to stand
In the middle of the madness
With a map in trembling hands

Bridge
Maybe patience isn’t quiet
Maybe it’s the grit beneath the rain
Not the absence of the fight
But the courage to remain

Final chorus or outro
Where did we go off course?
Still I hold on to the light
I’ll chart another path
Through the long and restless night
If patience is the harbor
In a storm I can’t ignore
Then I’ll slow the ship, repair the sails,
And find the way back to shore.

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