🎧 Song Insight: "Yeah...."
A fogged-up windshield. Static on the stereo. Two kids in silence, smoke curling through unspoken things. “Yeah....” isn’t just a mood—it’s a memory trapped in the backseat, where time slows down and even failure feels poetic. A blend of spoken confessions and low, haunting melodies, this song captures that liminal space between not caring and caring too much. For anyone who ever skipped school, lit up with shaking fingers, or tried to disappear into the right song—this is your moment, frozen in reverb.

🎙️ Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My song is skipping
Didn't miss a beat
Never worked
That adapter was cheap

[Verse 2]
In the back seat by the window
Watching smoke curl around his fingers
Thinking that would be neat
I watched as the ash fell just to see
He was looking at me
I turned away and took a drag
Pretended I was mad

[Verse 3]
Shit—I forgot to do my homework
Still half-stoned from last night
We stayed up all night on the phone

Didn’t matter
It’s too late
I was already failing
Wished he’d just give up

[Interlude]

[Verse 4]
But the world being wrong didn’t matter
My song was on
In that moment...
nothing was wrong
Even if it was just for a second
Everything could feel right

[Bridge]
It was my film
A cinematic scene
Some other show
on some other planet

[Verse 5]
But you knew—it was you
You were the star
And as the camera pulled back
you looked past your reflection
past the weight of one more mistake
you weren’t ready to let go

[Outro:Extended]
The words flood your head
We’re supposed to be young
We’re supposed to be dumb
We’re supposed to sing along
to another fucking song


💭 Artist Reflection
I didn’t write this song. I remembered it. Or maybe it remembered me.
This isn’t a fantasy or a metaphor—it’s what it felt like to be almost invisible but still alive.
You didn’t need plot back then. You just needed someone to pick you up and not ask questions.
We didn't have therapy—we had the right cassette.

🔊 About 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is a memory loop you forgot you recorded—half nostalgia, half raw nerve. Every track is a cinematic echo of a life still healing in real-time.

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Yeah.....

Nathan Pizano - vocals, guitar, bass, synths, artwork, producer

Rewind

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Guided by  
The reflection 
From the moon. 
Guiding through 
Where there’s room. 
Disidentification 
Would be a real 
Complication. 
As fog blocks 
The light to me. 
The light  
To my mind 
Illuminating 
My chest. 
Reflecting onto 
The ocean 
Of my gut. 
I thirst 
For what’s entrusted. 
To denounce 
The words 
That are pronounced. 
To hold 
Or 
Let go. 
The disidentification 
Of the lie. 
But, 
Is the perception 
Important 
Of what’s inside? 
If I see it 
As an illusion, 
Does that 
Allow me 
An obnoxious 
Conclusion? 
Is all love 
Just specialness 
Of a form? 
Is it all an act 
For me to perform? 
What point of view 
Is there to ensue? 
Do I fulfill my obligation 
To you? 
Spiritual principles 
And my to do. 
Is the light on me 
And you? 
The next right thing 
I can do. 
Propelled through life, 
I do know what’s right. 
To act with the light 
To keep it going 
With all my might. 
To let go and receive 
Its grace, 
Sharing the light 
From my own space. 
As I let time 
Continue on 
It’s race. 
The abutment 
The pillars of God’s grace 
Do I disown and call it 
To atone? 
I can understand 
But in what way 
Do I plan or act 
With no cause? 
Will I become lost? 
Keep it in the moment 
Look for the atonement.

The Moon's Reflection

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Surrender to be free. 
Captured by the thinking 
Inside me. 
Wrapped in my 
Own fear 
As I blame. 
The thoughts in me, 
are the same. 
This is a mind  
untamed. 
Reflecting the bane. 
I must forgive 
To be free 
Of perpetual specialness 
From a  
Misguided consciousness. 
Me trying to 
outthink  
The world that 
Seems to not be free. 
Do I know 
The difference of 
A misguided voice? 
Or a voice in 
the stillness 
Hallowed by love 
That guides me 
To my true will. 
That intrinsically remembers, 
A principal in a 
premise that’s spiritual. 
Take my will 
Take my life 
Show me reality 
In the light. 
Not denied through 
A false device 
That divides. 
I come to this place 
To receive 
The divine blessing 
And help me 
To understand 
What is the lesson. 
To decompress 
Nevertheless 
What seems to 
Make me guess. 
While transfixed 
And possessed. 
A placement 
In a mess 
Don’t repress 
But depress 
With the intention 
To coalesce  
And acquiesce 
As we reassess 
These mental effects 
And know the truth 
Is what will 
Come next.

Untamed Mind

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And yet, 
How did we forget? 
Space and time 
Please don’t leave 
Me behind. 
Locked in a cell 
The attempt  
To make  
My mind blind. 
The light in me 
Is there to see. 
As the world 
Trying 
Subjugation of me 
Humiliation ; 
Exploitation ; 
Domination ; 
Integration ; 
Segregation ; 
Dévastation ; 
Isolation ; 
Dissociation. 
As my soul 
Witnesses 
Identification 
Of a correlation 
Transformation 
As the radiation 
From my foundation 
Becoming a divine 
Communication. 
The special grace 
Guiding a wisdom 
That takes place. 
The crisis of 
The ego. 
The arising we go. 
Descendance  
Into the soul. 
The knowledge 
That flows. 
The vast abyss 
Of my holiness. 
The oneness of grace 
Transfixing me 
Beyond my 
meager space. 
I am no longer 
A visitor  
or a spirit 
on vacation. 
My ego’s 
Nomination 
To arise from 
A cocoon’s explanation 
Grow up to  
Show up 
Exploration beyond 
Mortality. 
No longer 
Implored by  
The effect 
Of duality 
But a contribution 
Of humanity 
While performing 
And living 
My true reality.

Contribution to Humanity

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From here to there 
from where to what? 
Is it a dream 
or something 
that seems? 
From value 
to valueless, 
what do we dismiss? 
An awakening 
to reality 
of the disparaging. 
The truth is written 
on the page. 
Who and what 
is going to say? 
Truth builds bridges 
to walk across, 
so we don’t fall 
In those ditches. 
As the mind continues 
with its pitches. 
Even as fire and ice 
are not so nice, 
and sticks and stone 
can break your bones. 
Nailed to a cross 
the saints are prone. 
The illusion to be 
the body we see 
Or don’t see. 
Is it really God 
that’s in me? 
Existing for 
Eternity. 
What is the belief 
in a disparaging reality? 
To follow  
Or lead, 
For my emotions  
To see? 
Or can there be 
An order of miracles? 
Is it just 
magic, I see? 
Can everyone be 
connected in consciousness? 
this Dao of infinity? 
The body is 
A vessel. 
No need to wrestle. 
The acceptance of 
The vastness 
of creation, 
is the movement 
of expression. 
Expansion of 
the capillaries  
of the form. 
Fools light fires, 
Wisemen heal. 
Let me perceive 
no differences today.

Dao of Infinity

Rest in Peace Max

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Impermanence

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My belief
is what I seek
The underpinning strength
or becoming weak.
Affecting my
Inveterate actions.
To degenerate
And separate.
Or
 what?
My propensity’s allegiance
To something other than
a derogation
of my being.
Is it miracles
I’m seeing?
Undoing the past
into the present
and thus releasing
the future.
An affirmation
of rebirth
past the situation.
an inspiration
opening the imagination.
Leaping through 
time’s hesitation.
A transformation
Through divine negation.
Damnation’s
Aggravation.
Miracles are the application
Bringing forth
An interpretation
Of the foundation’s creation.
Placing identifications
Observation.
My orientation
Into a new occupation.
The liberation
This declaration 
Becoming the revelation
Of obligation.
Can it be winning
me over
to what’s inside me?
Transcending the
complication of
a world and our
leader’s greed
many follow
because of how they are
trained to see.
Based in judgment
rolled with 
sorry derogation
of the hallowed.
A call on to me -
 the name 
that would be.
Finding the source
inside we.
The opportunity
to find
miracles over magic.
To facilitate a whispering
 Coming from me –
The attestation 
To give is to receive.
I’m grateful for
the teachers
that came before me.
The master 
that taught me,
the present that
exonerates me
and the future
that leads me to
the tabernacle 
Of my heart.


Miracles over Magic

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To nurture 
To really see 
another soul. 
Not bits and pieces 
I can control, 
but the spirit 
pure and whole. 
To walk the world 
grounded 
surrounded 
by a knowing 
bestowing 
a grace 
so pure and freeing, 
my being 
begins really seeing. 
Past the form, 
past the frenetic 
unsympathetic 
laws of the world 
only meant to enslave 
cruelty on display. 
To correct a mistake 

I choose not 
To partake. 
But to wake 
to a message 
a whisper. 
I soon remember 
felt in my bones, 
a call to atone. 
To understand 
I am bound 
by my beliefs 
this is where 
I find my peace. 

Conflict resolution 
becomes my evolution 

 choose not 
To partake. 
But to wake 
to a message 
a whisper. 
I soon remember 
felt in my bones, 
a call to atone. 
To understand 
I am bound 
by my beliefs 
this is where 
I find my peace. 

Conflict resolution 
becomes my evolution 
becomes my evolution 

To understand 
Love is continuous 
It is where 
We begin 
again and again 
never to end.

A Whisper

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How and  what
who and when,
to compart mentalize
 my mind.
A clarity
you will find,
from the understanding
the settling
you define.
Epiphanies
lost in your mind.
From egotistical
To FOMO consensual.

It’s about finding you
Not chasing
The bamboozle.
Your gain
Over someone’s loss;
this is 
The double-cross.
Win
by going
within.
Lose
by going
without.
My homage
to my soul.

All the experiences
you will know,
You reap
what you sow.
The mind will become
friend or foe.
To experience
and go.
To go
is to flow.
Now 
is your how.
Truth becomes
The Grand
Internal
Wow.
Just love
And remember to
respectively bow.
The remnant to be
is the way I see.
Life within
the parody.
Sympathetically free.
The grand illusion
to endure.
No more!
Life with
no shame.
The relinquishment
of doubt and blame.
Just the truth
to tame.

It’s about finding you
Not chasing
The bamboozle.
Your gain
Over someone’s loss;
this is 
The double-cross.
Win
by going
within.
Lose
by going
without.
My homage
to my soul.

Knowing how.
The willingness
to stay 
in my lane.
To not leap
Into what’s
casually
metaphorically
insane.
I sit
in wonderment
of a vision
that illuminates
and frames.
Frames 
the truth
and outlines
the lies.
Creating a visual
of this consciousness
to what’s inside.
The paths 
of our lives.
Becomes analogous
to what’s real.
The coupling
Of your choice.
The disposition
regarding a condition;
a coalition
or demolition
of our own ambition.
Recognition
Of our
Own volition.
the edition,
a suspicion
through our emission.
In opposition.
Self-imposed
Attrition.
This transposition
brought upon
an admonition.
Needless to be
It becomes
what I see.

My Grand Internal Wow

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The past 
is a mask. 
This concept 
I must grasp. 
The volition 
of my peace. 

This so-called justice 
that reaches 
past the constitution 
they beseech. 
Forgive but. 
The fight seems  
to be something 
that will live. 
History unfolds 
The experience of grace 
foretold. 

I stand in the summit 
In the mist. 
Reality is  
About to twist. 
The way  
is to forgive. 

Forgive what? 
Student loan debt 
For the masked. 
And teachers who 
have value  
in their tasks 
will need to pay 
to have the class. 
This deprivation 
of our education. 
This situation  
of our nation’s 
separation.

This so-called justice 
that reaches 
past the constitution 
they beseech. 
Forgive but. 
The fight seems  
to be something 
that will live. 
History unfolds 
The experience of grace 
foretold. 


inflation, 
liberation, 
collaboration, 
degradation, 
domination, 
violation, 
no accreditation, 
accusation. 

In the mist. 
Reality is  
About to twist. 
The way  
is to forgive. 

My association 
to forgiveness 
seems like 
the elevation 
of reality. 
Into the eternal 
Consciousness 
Of my duality.

This So-Called Justice

We write musical poetry - a form of abstract realism - our intention is to provide our listeners with a cadence, a path to peace of mind. Stand on your purpose, Live through each day, Rest, Listen and pray. Pray for the meditative rhythm as we work and play.

My Grand Internal Wow

TUNE Your Mind

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