A tale of whiskey, regret, and one hell of a misunderstanding! Me Wee Mickey’s Misadventure is a rowdy Irish pub-punk banger, packed with stomping boots, fiddle mayhem, and a chorus that’ll have the whole bar shouting along. Fast, reckless, and absolutely unapologetic—this one’s best served with a pint in hand and zero shame in your game. 🍻🎻🔥

A Ballad Of Me Willy’s Demise

"Me & Bobby" is a runaway anthem; dusty roads, stolen kisses, and the kind of freedom you don’t find on a map. Inspired by that '90s female country-pop sound, this cover carries acoustic warmth, a catchy chorus, and a love story that burns fast and bright. A little wild, a little wistful, and a whole lot of heart. Hit play, take the ride. 🚗💨

Me & Bobby

"Wildflower Eyes" is that late-night, barefoot-on-the-dashboard kind of song, acoustic ukulele pop with bonfire session energy. A little reckless, a little raw, and full of heart. It’s for the wild ones, the wanderers, the troublemakers with a soft side. Play it loud, let it burn. 🌿🔥

Wildflower Eyes

Ever cried in your car with dry-erase marker on your hands? This one’s for the teachers, the burned out, the barely-holding-it-together crew. Sunday Scaries (Bruises by Monday) is a darkly funny, soul-soaked spiral into education burnout. Female vocals float through whispered dread, sarcastic skits, and verses full of raw truths. A blend of neo-soul and hip-hop with a chill flow and heavy heart.

Built this in the basement with a mic, a laptop, and way too many unpaid overtime hours.

Sunday Scaries (Bruises by Monday)

This one’s for anyone still carrying love in the quiet.
Not the kind that begs to come back, just the kind that lingers.  That shows up in old songs, in the way someone laughs, in the ghost of a routine.

I wrote Please Stay (Memories of You) for my daughters mother, my ex-wife, after life pulled us in different directions. She’s getting married to her wife now.  And while that still stings, I wanted to honor what we had; without shame, without bitterness.  Just… love, reshaped.

If you’ve ever had to let go without hate, just heartbreak, I hope this song wraps around you like the memories you’re trying to hold onto.

Thanks for listening.

Please Stay (Memories of You)

A nostalgic emo-pop punk track for the love I lost, but never really let go of. 
“Please Don’t Take (The Quiet Things)” is about my ex-wife, my best friend, my safe place; who came out years into our marriage and has since found someone new.  It’s not angry. It’s not begging.  It’s just me honoring the quiet, everyday love we had, the soft stuff people forget about.
This one’s for the couch naps, the grocery lists, the coffee on Sundays.  For the flannel shirts and whispered plans.  For the gentle ache I’ll always carry.

Please Don't Take (The Quiet Things)

"GOD F*CK THE USA" is a protest ballad for a generation betrayed. 
A raw, emotional rewrite of the classic American anthem.  This version mourns what was lost, rages against injustice, and refuses to stay silent. 
Sung with broken-hearted fury over soaring orchestral country instrumentation, this track confronts the painful truth behind the illusion of freedom.

If you ever felt abandoned by the country you once loved, this is your anthem.  
Stand up. Speak out. No gods, no kings... only us.

Written to capture the anger, sorrow, and hope of those still fighting for real freedom.  
Stream it. Share it. Scream it.

#GodFckTheUSA
#NoFreedomNoPeace

Ashamed to be an American

Raw 90s West Coast styled protest rap; as if we wrote the national anthem for the betrayed.

No apologies. No fake patriotism. Just rebellion, truth, and fire.

Produced with dirty vinyl samples, militant snare slaps, lowrider basslines, and pure rage.

💥 JOIN THE MOVEMENT 💥
#ProtestRap #RevolutionMusic #UndergroundRap #NoJusticeNoPeace #GodDamnUSA

GOD DAMN, F* THE U.S.A.

Smoke Me Up and Kiss Me

You, Me, and Every Universe

She Danced Like That

I'm just a songwriter, standing in front of a computer, asking it to sing my heart out. Welcome to my world where I weave words into lyrics and let AI bring them to life.

A Ballad Of Me Willy’s Demise

Nicholas Wells