An ordinary day

An Ordinary Day

The big reveal where a long lost person sees another who didn't expect it.  Kind of soundtracky.

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Bite Me (Instrumental)

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

Rock Like B4

Yeah
When darkness falls
Right there is when the scums love to crawl
Dressed in black overalls
Witness evil as it sprawls

The scene is dark late at the night
The birds sing nought… cancelled their flight
Men kill… just out of spite
The fighter brawls… he’s drunk 2nit

Mentally bent… sentimental
Heavily spent… elemental
It’s just a deep situation
Regardless of your observation
Call it a deep notification
You’re slow to the conversation
Patiently calm demeanour
Drunk off the whiskey I pour

Just what I thought you were into
All sounds fun when you’re mental
All this right here that you’re feeling
Still your emotions are leaking
Shut up your mouth when I’m speaking
Drunk while your Mrs is cheating
Where was your love when it’s fleeting
Gambling your love on some street thing

Chorus:
Calm yourself
You’ll lose
Try again
You’ll win

Calm yourself
You’ll lose
Try again
And you’ll win

Verse 2:

When the pressure’s high

The tide rolls in

Try seek hit the sky

You’ll

Fly

I know not this guy
You’re stolen
Listen to me, guy
Or you’ll die 💀

Rock Like B4 carries that nocturnal grit… a tale carved from the alleyways where pressure molds men and silence teaches its sharpest lessons. The rhythm moves like a fighter’s heartbeat… steady yet unpredictable… merging dark streets… whispered warnings… and the raw resolve to rise again. This track holds your signature blend of poetic aggression and street philosophy… a sound born from midnight storms and inner fire.

Rock Like B4

Look out of the window
What do you see?
Darkness?
Snow
Endless snow

Not the soft kind
not the cruel kind
just the arriving kind
uncommitted
unfinished
forgetting each landing
as soon as it happens
And I think 
of how we fall
quietly
before noticing the height

It multiplies names
while it falls
grain-snow
thread-snow
stumble-snow
sideways-snow,
the I-never-meant-to-be-here snow
the don't-write-me-down-yet snow
Each one a rehearsal
for falling toward someone
or falling away

Each flake invents its own grammar
drops it rewrites it mid-air
White that erases itself
white that remembers dusk
white that doubts white
The way we doubt ourselves
halfway down the fall

I try counting
fail
try again
They keep shifting pronunciations
whirl-snow
hush-snow
window-scratch snow
the maybe-I-was-rain snow
Every name a variation
on wanting to fall
and not knowing where to land

They don't fall
They negotiate with gravity
swerve, stall, hesitate
descend like hesitant monks
in dissolving robes
geometry forgetting its edges
Like the moment a heart slips
not quite rising
not quite breaking

Some drift upward
some drift nowhere
some land only on the idea of landing
I've done that too
falling without touching
falling without choosing

Under the streetlamp
they turn to brief insects of light
cold, transparent
bright without reason
free for exactly one second
A second is enough
to fall for someone
or fall out
or fall through yourself

I stand
They continue
They keep their hundred names
and give none away
Snow remembers nothing
perhaps that's why
it looks so alive
as it falls
Perhaps that's why
we do too

A Hundred Names for Falling

Your My Mystery

Blues and groove give way to a fuzz-tone outro. Perfect for when a ghost ruins the neighborhood barbecue. It could happen. 

The Illicit Frequencies EP

A Cul-de-Sac Specter

A high energy, uplifting country rock Christmas song.

Christmas In Utah

sebwahwah - control total -

This is my idea of a Christmas song :) Love it or hate it. I wish you all a wonderful real Christmas!

XMAS?

🌿 Sanctuary entrance
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3w9MX1qnmCopmXkpwkyI4A?si=Jwahcr1RRv-OU_8mkuoqkA
“Motel of Delusions” — folk-rooted, dark-Americana influence, confessional
A roadside confession whispered somewhere between the neon hum of a forgotten highway and the quiet ache of an old wooden porch. A portrait of manipulation dressed in a warm voice and soft dust. At heart, it’s a reminder that the mirrors we fear most are usually the ones held closest.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

When I speak, I speak in colors,
tones that settle in your chest.
And you lean into my pauses
like a pilgrim chased by pest.

I can whisper gentle riddles
as if mercy shaped my tongue.
And I leave you searching meaning
like a dog that lost its bone.

While your mind is fighting fog,
money’s gone — your ego too,
in a motel of delusions
where your charm is marked past due.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far smarter than you.
I need no reason to prove.
I’m a beauty, I’m the center,
I’m the pulse you never grew.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

I prepare my truths to hunt you,
soft enough to keep you still.
And you drink them out of habit,
never knowing what I spill.

I unveil my quiet judgments
in a kindness shaped for art.
And you fold beneath the phrasing
as I drift your world apart.

When you beg for sense and meaning
while I check your credit card,
you can call your kids and tell them
Christmas comes outside the yard.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far smarter than you.
I need no reason to prove.
I’m a beauty, I’m the center,
I’m the pulse you never grew.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

If I crack, I call it midnight.
If you slip, I call it fate.
If a truth begins to surface
I can put it back in place.
With a tiny dress for evening
that will put your doubts to rest.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far sharper than your reasons.
I outthink what you construe.
I’m a beauty, I’m a kingdom,
I’m the shape you can’t undo.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

[Wild.Era Immersive Fidelity] 
Listen to me on this one:

Don’t be shocked,
not even angry.
Nothing’s changed
since tree of life.
A crown made out of nothing
will still rule the weaker mind.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far sharper than your reasons.
I outthink what you construe.
I’m a beauty, I’m a kingdom.
I’m the shape you can’t undo.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

Motel of Delusions

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

Didn't Know I Was Still Alive?

Doug Stoothoff