A song for those who know how to function, but don’t feel present.
For those who say “I’m fine” like a ritual, while something in them stays silent.
“It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me” is about splitness—about playing yourself so well even the mirror stops questioning.
The skin fits, but it’s too quiet inside Like someone left the room but locked the door It’s about being seen, but not really there.
About smiling at the right time—and wondering who, exactly, is smiling.
—
“My Head Can’t Hold It” is not an album.
It’s a slow unraveling of what awareness sounds like when it slips through the seams of everyday life. 
For those who function—and sometimes quietly ask:
is this really me?

It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me

Amie

"GOD is GREAT!" is a devotional, world/gospel fusion track that blends mystical instrumentation, deep bass, and soul-stirring female vocals into a meditative yet emotionally rich experience.

Centered in sacred femininity and universal spiritual language, the song is a slow-burning prayer—flowing between intimate verses, chanted mantras, and deep rhythmic space. From mountaintops to city gates, from silence to song, the divine voice is honored in all forms.

A reverent journey through compassion, unity, and light—honoring the One Presence known by many names: Om. Hallelujah. Amen. Namaste. Shalom. Salaam.

Ideal for sacred spaces, conscious playlists, and contemplative listening.

🔮 Headphones recommended.
💫 For lyrics and downloads: tantrikas.com


God is Great!

God is Great (Mystic)

Joy of Crafting Sound

“You Tried to Fix Me” is my response to Coldplay’s Fix You.
That song is beautiful—but I always felt like healing isn’t about someone saving you.
Sometimes, it’s about being seen without being solved.

This isn’t a song about blame. It’s about what happens when love comes with good intentions,
but not enough listening.
Not everyone needs to be rescued.
Some of us just need space to bloom—softly, quietly, and on our own terms.

I wasn’t broken.
Just buried.
Now blooming in the darkness.

You Tried to Fix Me

It's the End of the World as we Know It

is a tribute to frayed guitars, busted voices, and those who keep going when everything else says stop.
It’s not about polish. It’s not about perfect rhyme.
It’s about guts, grit, and that one riff you never forget — even when your hands are shaking.

I see you

Oh, how we danced in .wav

The Last Journey is a meditative song built on stillness, absence, and the quiet aftermath of movement.
The lyrics unfold like a monologue — no rhymes, no chorus, just thoughts suspended in time, spoken with a calm, tired voice.
It’s the sound of a man stepping off the train and realizing he may not want to board another.
Wrapped in minimal acoustic textures, the song reflects on the moment when searching ends and silence begins.
A farewell without drama. A destination without arrival.

The Last Journey

le soleil se lever sur la montagne

Fried and True Tonight

Over 3,300 songs. Try one out and let me know what you think. I will return the favor.


The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

Oh, how we danced in .wav

Art~Whimsically Yours

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