In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

wax eden

This circle calls your name like fire that has bestowed upon another disbelief 
A disbelief that you were something 
could feel something yet not human 
not human like me 
Pressed upon my heart 
Subtle at the start 
Rest upon another shoreline 

Cast away another tear 
Don’t worry when I die I’ll always be right here 
You rip apart my dreams at night 
Lie to me and tell me everything will all be alright 
Cast away another tear 
Don’t worry when I die I’ll always be right here

If this is the fiction we live then I want to be etched out of every plot 
I’m tired of every false god and broken promises 
Again and again 
When do we learn for the better?
My wrists never heal from the limits I was to afraid to take 
So I close my eyes and take that leap of faith 
Into the circle of mistakes 

Cast away another tear 
Don’t worry when I die I’ll always be right here 
You rip apart my dreams at night 
Lie to me and tell me everything will all be alright 
Cast away another tear 
Don’t worry when I die I’ll always be right here 
You rip apart my dreams at night 
Lie to me and tell me everything will all be alright

Circle (prod. saint mike)

[Verse 1:]
Please, please, please—I’m begging here
Can I wake up in a world that feels sincere?
Where the people I love are close, not gone
Where I didn’t trade my soul just to carry on

I’m frozen stiff, I’m aching deep
In every bone, in every sleep
I threw away the things that mattered
Played with fire, let my whole world shatter

[Pre-Chorus:]
How the hell did I let it slip?
Why’d I panic when it all made sense?
Why’d I throw love off the edge
Just ‘cause we had a fight, just ‘cause I flinched?

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than good enough
Now I’m buried in the darkness
Dug myself a hole too rough
Please, please, please
Help me set this right
I know it’s up to me…
But damn it—give me back my life

[Verse 2:]
I’ve walked through fire, self-made hell
Tortured my soul till it forgot how to yell
I left the light, chose pain instead
Treated love like a game, till it bled

Why didn’t I let myself be loved?
Why’d I run when push came to hug?
I blamed the stars, I cursed the sky
But maybe the fault’s just me this time

[Pre-Chorus:]
Maybe I had to lose it all
To learn what not to let fall
Maybe I had to break apart
To feel the beating in my heart

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than worth the fight
Now I’m stuck beneath the surface
Suffocating in my own spite
Please, please, please
Help me make it right
I know I’ve got to move…
But God, give me back my life

[Bridge:]
I don’t have to stay alone
I don’t have to be this ghost
There’s a strength in me somewhere
That I need the most
It’s not God’s fault, not fate, not time
This one’s on me—but I can still climb

[Final Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But I can still rebuild tonight
I’ve got blood, I’ve got breath
I’ve got one last spark of fight
Please, please, please
Let me see the light
I know I’ve got to rise…
So I’m taking back my life

Based on an original track recorded by Mårten Olofsson. Vocals were A.I.-generated, but the lyrics are entirely written by Mårten.

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Give Me Back My Life

An ep I've been making ig I've just been making music to deal with my life. I love making it don't get me wrong, it's probably the only thing that helps me feel in a way. I'm rambling but enjoy I put a lot of effort.

YOU SURE?

One face two worlds

Gatsby

🔻 Song Insight
“Turn Me Off” is a razor-edged punk-pop anthem built on the ashes of people-pleasing and toxic nostalgia. Laced with sarcasm and dark humor, the track pulls no punches about betrayal, wasted time, and that moment you finally take your life back. It’s a cathartic soundtrack for anyone who’s tired of being polite and ready to reclaim their power—with the volume cranked up.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro:
I found my spot, the one I craved
Hiding under all the mess I made
Brittle as fuck, yeah, I cracked
Bent and broken, right off these fucking tracks

Verse 1:
Arms marked up from the shit I did for you
No more excuses—yeah, I saw it through
Was it love or just an excuse?
Does it matter—nothing's enough for you

Kindness was a game, you played it well
But you were never good enough to sell
Cut and slice, hammer crashed it well
Pulling out memories, burnt as hell

Chorus:
You’re the storm in my summer,
The shit on my shoe—remember? (Yeah, you do)
Milk gone bad, ruined my point of view
You’re the worst day, never my center
That was my life with you, and yeah, it’s true
You turned me on just to turn me off

Verse 2:
People say I’m cruel, forgetting the good
Fuck that shit, you’d run too if you could
You poisoned the parts that used to thrive
Watched them wither, die inside

You metastasize—won’t go away
A mole in my head, just growing gray
You haunt my mind, rent-free
But you don’t belong here, so fuck off—PLEASE

Bridge:
Static on my radio,
Don’t like my station? Change it—
If my noise offends you, good, turn the dial
Or stick around, I’ll make it worthwhile
(What's a dial?)

Chorus:
You’re the storm in my summer,
The shit on my shoe—remember? (Yeah, you do)
Milk gone bad, ruined my point of view
You’re the worst day, never my center
That was my life with you, and yeah, it’s true
You turned me on just to turn me off

Outro, Spoken – Deadpan:
Some say it’s masked love—whatever the fuck
Eat a dick, get bent, I’m fresh outta luck
The depths I’ve exposed—just a window—
If you never loved, you never lost—
Guess that’s how we grow—

I’m like a podcast or a late-night stream
Just your noise? Never a dream—
Turn me on or fuck me off—and enjoy the show.

Otherwise, keep going—this is MY space now.

speaker 1:
“MySpace, wasn’t that a place for pedophiles?”
speaker 2:
“No, you’re thinking of MyFace.”
speaker 1:
“Oh, wait… how do you know?”
speaker 2:
"It was on the news, right?"
speaker 1:
"Your pager’s going off, better get that"
speaker 2:
"Oh shit, it’s 911, I gotta get this, you got a phone?"


🔻 Personal Reflection
I spent years making myself small for other people—trying to be liked, to be “enough,” to keep the peace. But there’s a point where you realize you can’t save anyone who’s set on destroying themselves (or you). “Turn Me Off” is me reclaiming my life, my voice, and my sense of humor. It’s blunt, loud, and finally honest—because I’m done apologizing for existing.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
Every 4Me2BeFree track is a slice of lived experience, spun into something cinematic and real. With “Turn Me Off,” I’m doubling down on the mission: take raw truth, twist it into something you can feel, and make sure no one walks away unmoved. Whether you’re laughing, hurting, or raging along, the goal is always the same—turn pain into connection, and never hold back.
🔻 Copyright Notice
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Turn Me Off

We’re just tan lines now

I've heard it said you can never go back
I've heard it said you can never go back
There are so many things I wish I'd never done
Leaving you isn't one

When my life flashes before my eyes
I hope I don't forget to forget about you
When my life flashes before my eyes
I hope I don't forget to forget about you

I Hope I Don't Forget To Forget About You

Rodger rabbits song from the movie Who Framed Rodger Rabbit with a punk twist

Roger Go Round Broke Down featuring the Bunny Huggers

Back Against the Wall is an outlaw-country record built on grit, scars, and resilience. It’s the story of holding on when the world tries to break you — of finding freedom in dirt roads, family, memory, and truth, even when the weight of survival presses hard.

The album opens with “Dirt Roads and Dogs”, a free-spirited escape into the country soul, before diving into the raw defiance of “Frankly, I Don’t Give a Damn.” Tracks like “Sunday Porchlight” and “The Sky Remembers” provide heart and reflection, anchoring the record in stories of grace and memory. “We Were Soldiers Too” serves as its haunting tribute, honoring sacrifice and courage with reverence.

The title track “Back Against the Wall” and “The Last Free Thinker” drive the album’s rebellious core, confronting modern struggles and the cost of survival with unflinching honesty. To balance the fire, “Pickin’ Trouble” delivers rowdy bluegrass energy, while “Let ’Em Be Kids” strips back the noise to remind us what’s worth protecting.

Together, these songs form a litany of truth: that even in chaos and collapse, there’s defiance, there’s love, and there’s still something worth standing for. Back Against the Wall is not just an album — it’s an outlaw hymnbook for hard times.

We Might Be Robots

Let ’Em Be Kids

Welcome Back To The Magic of Music! Wear we cast collaborative lyrical and genre fusing spells that unite, support, comfort, empower,transport through time, or just help you in just the way you need when you need us. May our music help you be the Apex Predator of your life . And thank you for letting me share my songs of my soul with you.

Roger Go Round Broke Down featuring the Bunny Huggers

Chantry Alexander