Celebrate Pride Month with our vibrant and empowering 24-track album! Featuring a mix of anthemic pop, EDM, Hip-Hop/Rap, and acoustic influences, each song is crafted with LGBTQAI+ pride in mind. This album aims to empower those still finding their way and uplift those who have embraced their true selves. Let the music inspire you to be proud and live your truth. 🌈🎶

Enjoy and let the anthems of pride fill your summer!

Proud And Loud

🎄✨ Home for the Heart ✨🎄
Experience the most emotional and timeless Christmas song of the decade! "Home for the Heart" is a heartfelt anthem that celebrates love, family, and the true spirit of the holidays. Whether you’re gathered around the tree, reminiscing about cherished memories, or dreaming of home, this song is guaranteed to touch your soul.

Let this magical melody bring warmth to your home and remind us all of the gift of togetherness. Don't forget to like, share, and Follow for more heartwarming holiday music! 💖

Home For The Heart (Remastered)

This one’s a whole self-love anthem. It Was Never You blends neo-soul and hip-hop vibes with raw, soulful vocals and a groove that hits deep. It’s about realizing your worth, letting go of what never served you, and stepping into your own power. No more chasing, no more waiting—just rising, glowing, and owning the love you always had in you. ✨🔥🎶

It Was Never You

This ain't a comeback—this is a takeover. F That, I Got Sht to Prove is that raw, country-rap anthem built on pain, power, and straight-up defiance. Gritty bars, hard-hitting beats, and outlaw energy—this one’s for anyone who’s ever been counted out. They doubted? Bet. Now watch me rise. 🔥🚀

F* That, I Got Sh*t to Prove

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

"Father & Daughter" is a country-pop duet built for those unforgettable first dance moments. A song about love, guidance, and letting go; because even when life takes you far, home is never too far behind. Acoustic warmth, heartfelt lyrics, and harmonies that hit where it matters most. Whether you're walking down the aisle or just reminiscing, this one’s for you.

Father & Daughter

"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)

A euphoric queer anthem built on shimmering yet emotional piano, and that “born to slay” energy. Twink and Gay is my love letter to the dancefloor, to chosen family, and to finally stepping into the heels I was always meant to wear.

From whispered shame to disco freedom; this one’s for the twinks, the outcasts, and anyone who’s ever felt like too much in a world asking for less.

Built with pride, glitter, and a whole lotta reverb.

Twink and Gay

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)

🍜 Step inside the shop that defies gravity, logic, and time. Lanterns blink. Chopsticks float. And something unseen is setting the table just for you. A surreal, magical introduction to the ramen shop beyond the stars.

Welcome to Broth & Beyond

🌠 Aki experiments with stardust, comet zest, and planetary salt. The broth responds, and so does the universe. A psychedelic explosion of flavor, identity, and cosmic awareness.

Stir the Stars, Taste the Void

⚡ Aki makes a bold offer: bring me truth, not comfort. This defiant anthem flips the rules, calling out to the seekers of the galaxy with a new recipe: rebellion steeped in clarity.

Trade Me Your Hunger

🥢 Aki panics as the apron ties itself around his soul. He’s no longer the customer, he’s the chef. This emotional solo ballad captures the moment identity cracks under cosmic responsibility.

I Didn’t Ask for This Apron

🌀 For every bowl served, a wish is granted and a memory erased. This sultry, cautionary tune reveals the shop’s chilling deal: satisfaction comes at the cost of self.

One Wish per Slurp

Woke up in the golden hour with this one whisperin' in my head. A raw, unplugged session straight from the bedroom, just a uke, and a voice tryin’ to hold onto that soft, sacred moment when the sun hits skin just right. It’s acoustic indie soul with a little heartbreak, a little awe, and a whole lotta damn.
Recorded like a memory; lo-fi warmth, fingerpicked feels, and vocals that barely wanna break the quiet. Hope it wraps around you the way that morning light did.

Curves in the Morning Light

A grimy boom bap battle rap straight outta the deepest dungeon. Vinyl crackle, lute loops, and bars so sharp they’d crit a lich. Imagine if Wu-Tang rolled nat 20s and summoned fireballs instead of record deals. This one's for the basement warriors, dice-slingers, and lorebreakers; no gods, just blades.

Spit over a dusty fantasy soundscape with male vocals, a crusty 90s texture, and a mid-slow tempo (95–100 BPM) that'll make even a paladin sweat. Roll for initiative... and roll deep.

Roll for Initiative

This one's called Human Error (Still Loading)... a messy little love letter to bad habits, broken routines, and trying to be decent in a world that keeps buffering. It's neo-soul soaked in glitch, sludge drums, and late-night spiral thoughts. I wrote this between therapy sessions I didn’t go to and texts I never sent. If you've ever apologized more than you've slept, this one's for you.

Human Error (Still Loading)

Wrote this after a random grocery store run turned into a over-thinking session. Imagined with a little fingerstyle guitar, some whispery vocals, and a bunch of heartache wrapped in lo-fi warmth. Definitely channeling some Bright Eyes energy here; raw, quiet, and a little unsteady in the best way. It’s for anyone who’s ever fallen for someone so hard, they forgot how to breathe (or hold their groceries).

Just me, AI, and a mind full of feelings. Hope it hits you somewhere soft.

Lost in Freckles

She Says I Do is a confession wrapped in silk and cigarette ash, a bluesy, late-night unraveling of love, lust, and self-destruction. This is if we threw out the filters and let the whiskey do the writing.

Fingerpicked melancholy, falsetto confessions, and a lyricism sharp enough to bleed through satin. For everyone who’s ever been addicted to the wrong person... or been that person.

    Written to be played in dim rooms, long after the good decisions left.

    🎸 Guitar: 1965 Strat tone, raw room reverb
    🎤 Vocals: Smoky baritone into cracked falsetto
    🕯️ Mood: Erotic. Cynical. Wounded.

She Says I Do

"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

God F*ck the USA

A smoldering tribute to the soul of Havana, "Café con Sangre" blends the sultry heat of bolero, the swagger of son cubano, and a story soaked in desire, betrayal, and revolution. Recorded like a whispered confession from a lost lover on a rooftop at sunset, this track channels Buena Vista Social Club energy with no apologies. Tres guitar dances with horn lines like smoke, while voices collide in a dangerous duet. It’s not just a song... it’s a pulse. A prayer. A sin.

Let the café burn.


Café con Sangre

Boris says goodbye... to power, to ego, to the people. A moving final solo and chorus about letting go and believing the nation can stand without him. Not a fall; just a handoff.

Pass the Baton

Troy introduces his rainy life in Forks, Washington, where his biggest concern used to be soggy Pop-Tarts—until a fan-wielding new girl shows up and everything goes very Twilight, very fast.

Rain, Lockers, Existential Dread

Troy gets invited to a very formal, very terrifying Cullen family dinner. The forks float. The food isn’t food.

Meet the Family (Please Don’t Eat Me)

Everyone sings one final, dramatic line. Troy sums it all up with sarcasm, trauma, and truth.

Twilight, I Guess

Troy wakes up in the hospital—again. No one believes him. He’s done pretending.

Hospital Song (Why Am I in a Neck Brace?)

Bella and Troy sing separate duets of surrender from opposite sides of a ballet studio. They don’t know the other is there.

Please Let the Vampire Kill Me

Edward reveals his sparkling body in the woods. Troy is also in the woods. With moss. And trauma.

Sparkle, Seriously!

Edward hisses at Bella in biology class. Everyone else swoons. Troy begins to unravel.

That Guy Just Hissed at Her

Troy attends prom hoping for peace. Instead, he gets wolves, fog, and Edward descending from the ceiling.

Prom Night (Please Just Be Normal)

The full cast goes full chaos. Chants, claps, glitter, pride. It’s Forks, baby.


This Is Forks (We’re Just Like That)

Smoke Me Up and Kiss Me

You, Me, and Every Universe

She Danced Like That

Everything Sucks and I Love It

Porn in the Prayer Room

Never Got the Memo

Duct Tape Prom King

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.

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