Time

a hazy, hypnotic soundscape where reality blurs into reverie. It’s the echo of neon reflections on wet pavement, the quiet ache of something you almost remember, but can’t quite hold

Midnight Mirage

everything is good, everything is good, is that always true

my day

I wrote this one when I felt like I different then everyone else but than I realized id rather stand out than blend in. 

Born to Stand out

downtempo electronic reinterpretation of the original metal version

Shadowlands alternate version

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Forgotten You Already

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I Am Abel

Gone Gone Gone

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My Hearts Broken - Feat Ashlee 
172bpm G# Min

You say that we’re fine
You say we’ve always been
You say that your mine
While you're looking at them
I don’t wanna pretend
I don’t need your words
It's the way you move
You say i’m paranoid but
I need the truth
Guess I got trust issues no one to blame
But if you were me I bet you’d feel the same
Texting your ex like I should play it cool
But I don’t want to
And i know I got no reason to suspect
But your hearts somewhere else and so is your head
When you kiss me with your eyes open
I lie but my hearts broken
You say that we’re fine
Why would we not be
Touch me like you used to
While we’re around your friends
I don’t wanna pretend
I don’t need your words
It's the way you move
You say i’m paranoid but
I need the truth
Guess I got trust issues no one to blame
But if you were me I bet you’d feel the same
Texting your ex like I should play it cool
But I don’t want to
And i know I got no reason to suspect
But your hearts somewhere else and so is your head
When you kiss me with your eyes open
I lie but my hearts broken

My Hearts Broken - Feat. Ashlee

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THE ELK AND THE WOLVES: CRUISE CONTROL

Remember... remember...

The Elk had antlers strong and wide
They cleared the forest, side by side
They built the roads, they dug the wells
They raised the walls and tower bells

The Wolves, who owned the land by law
Paid Elk in grain for what they saw
"Work hard, build straight, and you'll be fed—
We'll share the plenty that you've spread"

So Elk bent low and built for years
Through summer heat and winter's tears
They taught their young to lift and haul
To build the Wolves' great hunting hall

But WOLVES LEARNED SECRETS in the night
How to make machines that worked despite
The need for Elk with tired backs
For iron hands don't tire or slack
(don't tire or slack...)

One morning came without a sound
The Elk found notices on the ground
"Your service helped us reach this day
But machines now build—you cannot stay"

The grain stores? Owned by Wolves alone
The wells they dug? Wolf-mortgaged stone
The roads they paved with bleeding hooves
Led only where the Wolf approves

Young Elk asked his father, gray and bent
"We built this world—where did it went?"
The father's answer, heavy, true
"We built their wealth, not what we're due"


"We should have claimed the land we cleared
The tools we made, the wells we engineered
Building wealth for others' gain
Just forges your own future's CHAIN"

"The ones who own, not those who toil
Inherit everything—the spoil"


Some Elk had learned the machine's code
Had bought small plots along the road
They weren't spared the coming frost
But they survived—the others? LOST

Now scattered through the outer wood
The builder-Elk, misunderstood
Still believing if they tried once more
The Wolves would open up the door


But DOORS ARE ONLY OPENED WIDE
For those who OWN what's kept inside
The truth the forest tries to hide:
LABOR BUILDS, but OWNERSHIP DECIDES

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A dystopian fable wrapped in festival-grade bass and yacht club aesthetics. This track dissects the brutal economics of labor vs. ownership through the story of the Elk—who built everything—and the Wolves—who owned everything.

"Labor builds, but ownership decides."

When the machines arrive, the builders are rendered obsolete. The wells they dug, the roads they paved, the walls they raised—all owned by others. This is prophetic rap meets dark-trap meditation on automation, displacement, and the cruel mathematics of capital.

The moral isn't subtle: Learn the systems. Claim your ground. Or watch machines take what you found.
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THE ELK and THE WOLVES

I just post my own original music for me, but glad to share it here with you.

THE ELK and THE WOLVES

Cruise Control