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[Verse 1]
First met you on the courthouse steps
You had a ticket for a car that was borrowed
You said "Take me to the firemen's ball
They'll forget about it by tomorrow"

[Verse 2]
We danced and you introduced me as your husband
It was just a little white lie
But I loved it
You said
"Let's go make it a little more true"
And we took off in a hurry
We got hitched and got it over
While the wedding bells were still ringin' in my ears

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

[Verse 3]
You brought me to your parents' house
You said
"Just play along for the weekend"
They had their questions and their doubts
But by the end
They were believing

[Verse 4]
We had fun
We put on a good show
I guess some people just get off on pretending
I could tell that your daddy didn't like me much
So I left
'cause it seemed like the right thing
It was just the one time
But I know how much it meant to you
And I hope I didn't mess it up too bad

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

Why me ?  Lyrics in description

Inspired by the writings of Charles Eisenstein.

Lyrics: 

We do not speak of what will take us all.  
The days unfold like we were made to climb.  
We dress the world in numbers, rank, and time—  
And keep the dark behind a paper wall.

We build and stretch, expand, invest, delay—  
To hold the edge where endings might begin.  
As if the stillness were a kind of sin,  
As if decay could simply fade away.

Remember this: what dies has held you close.  
It gave its form to let your form arise.  
Not punishment, but grace in thin disguise—  
The breath is dear because it cannot pose.

We lose the roles we swore would keep us whole,  
The names, the plans, the mirrors we obeyed.  
Yet none were built to linger or to stay—  
They die so something deeper can unfold.

What if the end is not a wall, but wind?  
What if the stillness isn’t what you feared?  
Each falling thing returns where it has been—  
And nothing truly leaves that once appeared.

You are not here to cling or to remain.  
This life is not a wall against the dark.  
Each ending draws a different kind of spark—  
A light that doesn’t need to have a name.

(We feared death because we thought it was the end.  
But nothing real is lost—only form.  
Death is not a failure of life.  
It is the turning of a page in the book we forgot we were part of.  
To live fully means to let go.  
Not to lose, but to return.)


Basic Myths: 7 - The Denial of Death

at the border

Before the coffee gers cold｜コーヒーの冷めないうちに

A track made for my oldest friend, Stig my brother . Strng As An OX and Cunning as Fox

The Stig

Where The Wildwood Ends v2

A haunting journey into the mind of a man obsessed with a love that exists only in his dreams.  the album paints a surreal portrait of emotional escapism—where the lines between memory, fantasy, and madness blur. Each track is a confession to 'Echo,' the spectral lover who vanishes with the dawn, leaving behind only the ache of what might have been.
#EchoesInTheStatic #CC3PO

Drowning in the Shallows

Cats are hiding deep within the shade;
full-moon wolf, the night has woken,
rugs are flying through the sky’s parade,
and witches stir their brooms, unspoken.

Bats and toads are boiling side by side,
with lizard tails inside their potion,
a brew that wakes the dead to ride,
then fades away—through air in motion.

It is that night of “toothache pain,”
when every window gleams with light,
and in the silence, steps remain,
your nervous pacing through the night.

It is that night of sleepless sorrow,
when clocks forget to move their hands,
and spirits seek a soul to borrow,
while tickling softly where one stands.

It is that night when beds grow wide,
and warmth no longer dares to stay,
you lose your compass, drift inside,
the bow and stern both fade away.

That night, so clear beneath the moon,
where spells are real and fears endure,
defenseless as a child in tune,
we face within—our “darker core.”

Alone in the Night

Wild Oceans Final MASTER (1) (1) (2)(3)

Half A Year

You Are Not My Friend

🎙️ Independent storyteller | 🇺🇸🇲🇽 | Voice through survival
I use AI-assisted tools to co-create some of my music and visuals, but every lyric, edit, and emotional heartbeat is mine.

All songs are legally licensed for commercial release. I rewrite, restructure, and remix every line until it reflects real life — mine, and maybe yours too.

This fundraiser supports a long-term mission:
• finishing my next album
• building a multi-year survival album series around real themes happening now
• creating music videos/AI visuals to bring these stories to life
• and producing beginner-friendly courses that help people grow with today’s tech and AI.

I’m not doing this for profit. I’m doing it to help people carry their trauma a little lighter.
If it helps even one person feel less alone in their frustration, grief, or journey… then it was worth creating.

🧠 Music built from survival.
🫀 Songs crafted with truth.
🎥 Visuals to make the stories real.
🤖 Powered by technology. Driven by heart.

Drowning in the Shallows

CC3PO

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