Dumb songs for smart people and vice versa.

THROUGH THE CRACK

4 out of 5 dentists agree that this song is better than letting your teeth fall out of your head. The fifth dentist? Well... we don't talk about him anymore. Just know that he was already bleeding when we got there.

Brusha Brusha (Brush Ya Teeth)

BRUSHA BRUSHA (Brush Ya Teeth)

When it's time to go, man, it's time to go. For those days, here's an alt-rock track straight from the garage to leave in your wake.

The Crack

THE CRACK

Okay, let's slow things down a little... like, to geologic time. Srsly, though, my mom just passed away recently so, y'know, I've been in my head a bit. This slower, more piano-driven track is a little different than my usual thing here but I'm not really chasing an algo or (no offense) an audience. I'm mostly writing and posting these songs for me. If you like 'em too, though, then... well, thanks. I appreciate ya.

LYRICS:

I haven't moved in years
Been sitting sad and still
Can't even squeeze out tears
Not sure I ever will
The hours beat me down
The time, it ticks away
Eroding life from me
Day by day by day

A fossil in the making
Inside, my stone heart breaking

Look into my eyes
Deep inside I'm paralyzed
Feel like I'm made of stone
(Made of stone)
Crumbling away
Less of me every day
Beat down from skin and bone
Made of stone
Made of stone

A ghost among the ruins
I'm rooted to the floor
A faded memory
of life that came before
Days and nights begin to blur
The shadows stay unlit
How many years? Can't be sure
I sit and sit and sit

A fossil in the making
Inside, my stone heart breaking

Look into my eyes
Deep inside I'm paralyzed
Feel like I'm made of stone
(Made of stone)
Crumbling away
Less of me every day
Beat down from skin and bone
Made of stone
Made of stone

Oh no
No no no no
The future I've been shown
This dust was once a stone

Look into my eyes
Deep inside I'm paralyzed
Feel like I'm made of stone
(Made of stone)
Crumbling away
Less of me every day
Beat down from skin and bone
Made of stone
Made of stone

Made of stone
Made of stone
Made of stone
I'm made of stone

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Made of Stone

MADE OF STONE

A celebration of information. Everything's a tool that can be used or misused. I choose to use. What is this genre? Kinda punk but not really? Alt rock with a little electronic, some of this, some of that. A little something for everyone? Or absolutely nothing for anyone? Idk. Enjoy. Or don't. I'm not the boss of you.

EAT THE RIND

Uptempo garage rock meditation on the nature of our existence in a multiverse comprised of waves of energy fading in the direction of entropy. What are we? Where are we? Are we always here? If not, what's left when we're gone? Does it matter? And if none of it matters, then why do I persist in being a socially awkward idiot? Some questions may never be answered. But it sure is fun to jump around to loud music, yeah?

ECHOES OF US

Have you ever been the bad guest at a party? Here's a bouncy track about being "that guy" and blaming everyone else because you KNOW you're a vibe. It's a little rock, a little pop, a little surf punk, and... idk, man. I'm just making music.

Biscuits and Bacardi

BISCUITS AND BACARDI

Fun, hip-hop flavored punk song about the common quest to be famous and how, y'know, not everyone's cut out for it. But you're doing great, buddy. High five!

LYRICS:

A jungle cat, I'm stalkin'
You suckers best stop walkin'
You may find it appallin'
Your crew already fallen
I bet I see you jawin'
I'm at your flank and clawin'
This clappin' back is like a trap
And at your wrist you gnawin'

You claim some heady ballin'
You prob'ly steady stallin'
You fallin' and you sprawlin'
Your mama you be callin'

Everybody wants to be a star
But we don't know just what or who you are
You think that you just lit the world's radar
But, bitch, you pingin' like my grandma's car

Yo, yo, yo

Like magic, bitch, I'm sawin' you
in half or maybe wallin' you
This casket's heavy haulin', true
This crack is where you stallin', dude
Spill, spill, spillin' tea, I'm illin', B
I spit the feels that's fillin' me
Your silly skills is killin' me
How small your shade, how lit I be
I bet that you will never see

The levers, mirrors up my sleeve
From sea to fuckin' shiny sea
I bounce right back what you throw at me

Everybody wants to be a star
But we don't know just what or who you are
You think that you just lit the world's radar
But, bitch, you pingin' like my grandma's car

Yo, yo, yo

Levers, mirrors up my sleeve
From sea to fuckin' shiny sea
I bounce right back what you throw at me

Everybody wants to be a star
But we don't know just what or who you are
You think that you just lit the world's radar
But, bitch, you pingin' like my grandma's car

Grandma's car
My grandma's car
Grandma's car
You my grandma's car

Yo, yo, yo

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Grandma's Car

GRANDMA'S CAR

Dipping back into the punk roots, this is a fun, high energy song about what can happen when anybody can watch everything you do.

We Got The Tapes

WE GOT THE TAPES

Have you ever been in a relationship with someone and still felt like you were completely alone? Somehow that feels even lonelier than if you were actually by yourself, doesn't it?

ALONE TOGETHER

Tired of doom-scrolling in a crazy, often scary world? Sometimes we need to give ourselves a break, stop obsessively worrying about things we can't control, and enjoy whatever time we have for as long as we have it. Have a good time this weekend (or whenever else you need it) with this fun, alt rock track with a sprinkling of punk flavor.

Fun Tonight

FUN TONIGHT

Rap-flavored punk track that's ready to rizz your earballs and claw its way into your brain-hole.

LYRICS:

Allow me to introduce myself

Call me Sarge, LT, or CO
At the gun, you know I G-O
See the end like I'm Miss Cleo
Never old, I'm always Neo
Stank your face like I got B.O.
Running games, the DM dio
Lie in weight like I'm a Leo
Yo, man, uno, duo, trio

I'm flawless
You flowless
I got this
You know this
My raw shit
Be roses
You lost, bitch?
I'm Moses

I'm the rizz roller
The jizz doler
Shining every day, bro
I is solar
The rizz roller
The biz goaler
Icy in my veins, yo
My shit's polar

Pep it up like Tapatio
Hot and dark like Papa Pio
Wild girls on film in Rio
Feel en fuego, bitch, con mio
Cook it spicy like I'm Creole
Make the sun feel mucho frio
Who cares if you agree, yo?
Spitting facts when I drop V.O.

So lawless
The lowest
I'm not this
You know this
The raw shit
I chose this
You lost, bitch
Just know this

I'm the rizz roller
The jizz doler
Shining every day, bro
I is solar
The rizz roller
The biz goaler
Icy in my veins, yo
My shit's polar

Get a grip
Never slip
Every clip be getting colder
Bitches trip
Switches flip
Put that chip up on my shoulder
Let it rip
From the hip
Give me lip, you get no older
Then I dip
In your whip
Leave your mort just like I'm Volder

So lawless
The lowest
I'm not this
You know this
My raw shit
Be roses
You lost, bitch?
I'm Moses

I'm the rizz roller
The jizz doler
Shining every day, bro
I is solar
The rizz roller
The biz goaler
Icy in my veins, yo
My shit's polar

The rizz roller
The jizz doler
Shining every day, bro
I is solar
The rizz roller
The biz goaler
Icy in my veins, yo
My shit's polar

Rizz roller
The jizz doler
Rizz roller
My shit's polar
Rizz roller
The rizz roller
Don't know who I am, yo?
I just told ya

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Rizz Roller

RIZZ ROLLER

A quietly catchy alt rock track about feeling like an alien in a world full of humans.

LYRICS:

I'm a thing, I'm a thing, I'm a thing
A thing from another world
I'm a thing, I'm a thing, I'm a thing
A thing from another world

What are you feeling each time you see me?
How can you even think nothing is wrong?
Not sure there's even anyone out there
Don't hear me stutter, no, singing my songs
You know I'm hiding when I don't have to
Your eyes are filled up with stars and swirls
I broke your braincase and I broke your backbone
Yo, I'm just a thing from another world

Please stop hiding from me
I'm not hiding from you
Where you going to run now, run now?
Are you trying to leave?
I'm not letting you leave
Only way to be sure

Why am I chasing this broken prey now?
Is it a hunger or dependency?
I might be sad or just so lonely
That's why I copy everything I see
Am I the hero or am I the monster?
I'll let you guess 'til the credits unfurl
But I should warn you it'll be too late then
Cuz I'm just a thing from another world

Please stop hiding from me
I'm not hiding from you
Where you going to run now, run now?
Are you trying to leave?
I'm not letting you leave
Only way to be sure

It's inside of me

I'm a thing, I'm a thing, I'm a thing
A thing from another world
I'm a thing, I'm a thing, I'm a thing
A thing from another world

Can you even tell that I'm inside you?
Dance like a puppet while I make you twirl
I tried to warn you but it's way too late
And now you're just a thing from another world

Please stop hiding from me
I'm not hiding from you
Where you going to run now, run now?
Are you trying to leave?
I'm not letting you leave
Only way to be sure

Please stop hiding from me
I'm not hiding from you
Where you going to run now, run now?
Are you trying to leave?
I'm not letting you leave
Only way to be sure

Please stop hiding
I'm not hiding
Only way to be sure
Please stop trying
I'm not dying
There's no way to be cured

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Thing From Another World

THING FROM ANOTHER WORLD

Punk flavored alt rock track about realizing that your mind is unraveling.

LYRICS:

Let it go, let it go, let it go

Eyes close, repose
Worms are licking these bones
Dirt nap, no cap
Fossil bug in tree sap
Slow down, go down
Lost the final showdown
Blood red, I'm dead
No more thoughts in my head

When the night grows long
and my brain goes bad
I'm thinking of you
and the things we had
Everything we said 
and everything we screamed
These voices in my head
are never what they seem

I may be losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind
It's getting harder to find
Afraid I'm losing my mind
I must be losing my mind
So sure I'm losing my mind
It's getting harder to find
Oh shit, I'm losing my mind!

Unrest, depressed
Ain't no way to de-stress
Ennui, on me
Brain in flames, embalming
Cremate, gee, mate
Too mixed up to see straight
Hook up, shook up
Too damn low to look up

When the night grows long
and my brain goes bad
I'm thinking of you
and the things we had
Everything we said 
and everything we screamed
These voices in my head
are never what they seem

I may be losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind
It's getting harder to find
Afraid I'm losing my mind
I must be losing my mind
So sure I'm losing my mind
It's getting harder to find
Oh shit, I'm losing my mind!

Crazy, crazy, getting hazy
Feeling fucked up, so fugazi
Lazy, blazey, oopsie daisy
Fading out, they call me Swayze

When the night grows long
and my brain goes bad
I'm thinking of you
and the things we had
Everything we said 
and everything we screamed
These voices in my head
are never what they seem

I may be losing my mind
I think I'm losing my mind
It's getting harder to find
Afraid I'm losing my mind
I must be losing my mind
So sure I'm losing my mind
It's getting harder to find
Oh shit, I'm losing my mind!

I may be losing it
I may be losing it
I think I'm losing it
You know I'm losing it
I must be losing it
For sure I'm losing it
oh shit I'm losing it
You think I'm choosing it

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Losing My Mind

LOSING MY MIND

A heavy metal fist to the face, this song is for the rabid dog in you. Or maybe it's the theme song of generational trauma. It's 2024, bruh. A song can be two things.

LYRICS:

A smile ain't nothing but teeth
Bars on an empty tomb
A fist ain't nothing but hate
wrapped around a tiny love

Come to me, I'll punish you
Come to me, I'll punish you

I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick

A man ain't nothing but meat
beaten 'til he tastes like a man
A fist ain't nothing but love
guided by the primal fear

Come to me, I'll punish you
Come to me, I'll punish you

I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick

Turn that smile into a frown
Take the boom, boom, pass it down
Put you back into your place
Break the pieces, leave no trace

Come to me, I'll punish you
Come to me, I'll punish you

I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick

I am so sick (sick of you)
I am so sick (sick of you)
I am so sick (sick of you)
I am so sick (sick of you)

Sick of you
I'm sick of you
Sick of you
So sick of you

I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick
I am so sick

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Sick

SICK

Inspired by interactions with angry Boomers online, this song provides the perfect soundtrack for shaking your fist at the young people who have the audacity to like different things than you did when you were their age. BUT BEWARE: The chorus is a bit of a reality check.

LYRICS:

Listen up, idiots!

Flow so spicy, feel like mace
Spit that fire in your face
Put yo' mama in her place
Then help me dance to keep the pace
oh oh oh, oh oh
oh oh, oh oh
Bars so cold they make you shake
Rock and roll like an earthquake
Gucci bags and news that's fake
is equal to the love you make
oh oh oh, no no
no no no, no no

Runnin' here and runnin' there
Runnin' twice to everywhere
Runnin' to and runnin' fro
Doesn't matter, here we go!

Think you're invincible?
(You're going down)
Still unconvincible?
(You're going down)
Stand on your principle?
(You're going down)
Washed-up and rinseable
(We're going down)

Obsolete and going down

Every screed I misread
feed my need to disagree
Obsolete and under siege
It frees the beast inside of me
oh oh oh, no no
no no no, no no
Each mislead has to bleed
and repeat every seed
Follow me and concede
Obsoletion guaranteed
oh oh oh, no no
no no

To the left and to the right
Another fake, another fight
Another blog, another site
Another wrong, another wrong

Think you're invincible?
(You're going down)
Still unconvincible?
(You're going down)
Stand on your principle?
(You're going down)
Washed-up and rinseable
(We're going down)

Obsolete and going down

Let's go!

Remember the good ol' days?
So blurry and so far away
You were young, you loved to play
Now you're old and oh so gray
What happened, man? Lost our way
Getting F'd straight in the A
They take the world and make you pay
It's all gone, not much to say

Think you're invincible?
(You're going down)
Still unconvincible?
(You're going down)
Stand on your principle?
(You're going down)
Washed-up and rinseable
(We're going down)

You're going down
no no no
You're going down
no no, no no no
You're going down
no no, no no no
We're going down
no no, no no no

Obsolete and going down

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Obsolete

OBSOLETE

Does the world conspire to keep us slogging through the mud, forever searching for a patch of solid ground to stand on? And why is better luck often followed by quicker sand beneath our feet? Idk, man, but I'm kind of over it. Here's a little alt rock/hard rock track for when you are too.

LYRICS:

I feel like I'm sinking
Getting pulled down a drain
'Til I go under
Breathing in all the shame
And where do I go
when my world is in flames?
Sink in the mire
'til I forget my name

I don't think I can
Come up with a plan
Feel so blind and bland
One last hand

Stuck in the muck
Stuck in the muck
So sick of being stuck in the muck
Shit outta luck
Feelin' so fucked
I'm sick of being stuck in the muck
Playing a trick
Sand gets so quick
When I feel like I'm finally in luck
No yums to yuck
Everything sucks
So sick of being stuck in the muck

See me drowning
Struggling to breathe
A backwards crowning
Too exhausted to seethe
Now where do I go
when I can't find the ground?
Feeling so tired
while the world goes around

I don't think I can
Come up with a plan
Giving up's on-brand
One last hand

Stuck in the muck
Stuck in the muck
So sick of being stuck in the muck
Shit outta luck
Feelin' so fucked
I'm sick of being stuck in the muck
Playing a trick
Sand gets so quick
When I feel like I'm finally in luck
No yums to yuck
Everything sucks
So sick of being stuck in the muck

Money makes the world go 'round
Gravity just holds me down, oh
oh whoa
Scream so loud, I make no sound
Gone too deep, I can't be found by you
by you

Stuck in the muck
Stuck in the muck
So sick of being stuck in the muck
Shit outta luck
Feelin' so fucked
I'm sick of being stuck in the muck
Playing a trick
Sand gets so quick
When I feel like I'm finally in luck
No yums to yuck
Everything sucks
I'm sick of being stuck in the muck

Stuck, stuck
I'm stuck in the muck
Stuck, stuck
I'm feeling so fucked
No sleep
No family or friends
So deep
I'm getting the bends

I can't believe
that this is how it ends

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Stuck in the Muck

STUCK IN THE MUCK

Sure, the heart wants what the heart wants, but sometimes the heart is stupid. Here's an energetic surf punk song for those times when you're still feeling that toxic person in your life. Cuz ain't that a pisser?

LYRICS:

The road has been rough
and the snows have been driven
But don't worry, darlin'
All is forgiven
All those little things
that I never did see
All the little things
that you did behind me, cuz

I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you

Remember when our broken hearts
were still open hearts on fire?
Back before I ever thought
one of us should wear a wire?

I gave you a place
where you could run free
You gave me a face
and words to believe
Not one of these words
ever made much sense
I always felt 
so fucking dense, but

I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you

I never really realized
I ever really had a choice
but if I ever listen close
I always hear a little voice
(it says)

Now 
my love
can fly
away beyond the... 
See 
what you
come to
without me

Every single word 
from your mouth was a lie
Every single story 
you expected me to buy
Every bit of mine 
that you turned into his
And I got to tell you now 
that the fuckin' pisser is

I still love you
I still love you
I still love you
I still love you

I still love you (love you)
I still love you (love you)
I still love you (love you)
I still love you (love you)

© 2024 Funk McPuke

The Pisser

THE PISSER

Anyone else have a complicated relationship with media? On the one hand, I really should be doing things IRL. On the other hand, there's always new stuff to watch on my screens and, bro, I don't want to miss it. Is it hypnosis? Subliminals? A constant tickling tease for the ol' reward center? Idk, but if you feel like getting off the couch, here's a hyper-energetic song about being lost in the parasocial siren song of media brainrot. It's a little bit garage, a little post-hardcore, and a whole lot of fun to scream along to while you bounce off the furniture.

LYRICS:

The darkness comes 
so early these days
Evening just fades away
In dreams of (sex and)
Love is here to stay
Your cycle hums
on wheels made of clay
Pull color from the gray
In dreams of (sex and)
Love you always slay 

But only on TV

Unleash me to another place
Just kiss my nose and slap my face
Put me back into my place
With sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)

Blind and lost
Awake and afraid
You wander through the day
With dreams of (sex and)
Love you find a way
Can't turn it off
Got nothing to say
You wonder if you pray
Your dreams of (sex and)
Love will come to play

But no one’s listening

Unleash me to another place
Just kiss my nose and slap my face
Put me back into my place
With sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)

The sleeping dogs who live with you
On dusty floors in dusty rooms
Are better off awake tonight
Too late to let your sleeping dogs lie

The hatred in a sleeping dog’s eye

Unleash me to another place
Just kiss my nose and slap my face
Put me back into my place
With sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)

Unleash me to another place
Just kiss my nose and slap my face
Put me back into my place
With sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)
and sex (and love)

Sex and love
Just sex and love
It's sex and love
It's sex 
And love

So much to do
So little time
TV

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Sleeping Dogs

SLEEPING DOGS

This is a rap-flavored blues about money and the lack thereof.

LYRICS:

What do you want?
(Big stacks)
What do you need?
(Big stacks)
What do you want?
(Big stacks)
What do you want?
(Big stacks)

Let me holler for a dollar
Dolls be hot under the collar
For a baller with it all
But not a scholar squat in squalor
So I gotta stack 'em taller
Sack 'em up and pack 'em smaller (facts)
Max my racks, subtract the tax
and count my lady callers, yo

Litty like a titty
But the kid he like the kitty
And the biddies in the city
Got no pity for your boy
Yo, honey's think I'm funny
But then see I got no money
S'when they jump and start to runnin'
Or they stay and act annoyed

So I'm up before dawn
like a dog at his labor, boy 
(Grrr! Come on!)
(Grrr! Come on!)
Just got to keep on 
chasin' that paper, boy
(Grrr! Come on!)
(Grrr! Come on!)

What do you want?
Big stacks!
What do you need?
Big stacks!
Never scrimp and save
Big stacks!
Tell me what you crave
Big stacks!

On the planet like I planned it
I get manic, they can't stand it
I get random with abandon
I'm a band but I'm just one man
It amaze me it still phase me
That my bae she think I'm lazy
When my crazy brain fugazi
And my mind is undermanned, yo

Litty like a titty
But the kid he like the kitty
And the biddies in the city
Got no pity for your boy
Yo, honey's think I'm funny
But then see I got no money
S'when they jump and start to runnin'
Or they stay and act annoyed

So I'm up before dawn
like a dog at his labor, boy 
(Grrr! Come on!)
(Grrr! Come on!)
Just got to keep on 
chasin' that paper, boy
(Grrr! Come on!)
(Grrr! Come on!)

What do you want?
Big stacks!
What do you need?
Big stacks!
Never scrimp and save
Big stacks!
Tell me what you crave
Big stacks!

Yo

So I'm up before dawn
like a dog at his labor, boy 
(Grrr! Come on!)
(Grrr! Come on!)
Just got to keep on 
chasin' that paper, boy
(Grrr! Come on!)
(Grrr! Come on!)

What do you want?
Big stacks!
What do you need?
Big stacks!
Never scrimp and save
Big stacks!
Tell me what you crave
Big stacks!

What do you want?
Big stacks
What do you need?
Big stacks
Never scrimp and save
Big stacks
Tell me what you crave
Big stacks

© 2024 Funk McPuke

Big Stacks

BIG STACKS

Finally leaving that job or relationship that's been holding you back? Or maybe you're just *really* ready for the weekend? Whatever your reason, here's a high-energy surf punk track to help you celebrate.

LYRICS:

Y'all ready?
Let's go!

Burning all my bridges down
I fall down, scream
Just a bad dream
The sun's up, blazing in the sky
The sun's up and so am I

I'm free, I'm free
No more chains
I'm free, I'm free
No more chains

(oh yeah) 
Watch me go, watch me go, watch me go
(oh yeah) 
Watch me go, watch me go, never know

The sun's up, blazing in the sky
Today's the day, no more chains
I can do whatever I please
No more livin' on my knees

I'm free, I'm free
No more chains
I'm free, I'm free
No more chains

(oh yeah) 
Watch me run, watch me run, watch me run
(oh yeah)
Watch me run, watch me run, let's have some fun

Hey! Hey!

Burning all my bridges down
But I don't mind
Leave you behind
You can stay there in your sad flashback
I'm crackin' out this worn out track

I'm free, I'm free
No more chains
I'm free, I'm free
No more chains

(oh yeah) 
Watch me fly, watch me fly, watch me fly
(oh yeah)
Watch me fly, watch me fly, do or die

oh yeah

I'm free, I'm free
oh-oh, oh, oh
I'm free, I'm free
No no, no chains
(oh yeah) 
I'm free, I'm free
No chains on me
(oh yeah) 
I'm free, I'm free
I'M FREE!

oh oh, oh
Let's go!

© 2024 Funk McPuke

No More Chains

NO MORE CHAINS

Hey there, y'all! I'm Funk McPuke, an artist and musician originally from Los Angeles, CA but now living in my own little world.

After being in a bunch of punk and metal bands, I started writing and posting my own music here as a way of journaling feels, processing emotions, having fun with sounds, and annoying my neighbors. I decided early on to always just write whatever I was feeling in the moment and never chase an audience or clicks or clout, the result being that my music is a mix of various styles I like in various balances without any attempt to cater to a particular audience or genre. Depending on the song, you might hear a little punk, metal, grunge, electro, rap, post-hardcore, industrial, or any combination of those and other genres. I like to squish different sounds together and see what happens. If it sounds good, has a catchy hook, and makes me want to either cry or jump on my furniture and break stuff, it gets posted. Soundcloud is my place to play around and have a good time making music I enjoy without overthinking it too much. 

Ymmv. If you like one thing and one thing only -- like, if you're one of those people who believes punk has a uniform or something is "not metal" if it doesn't sound like all the other bands you listen to -- this might not be for you. Or maybe it is. Idk. I'm not the boss of you. Give it a listen and decide for yourself. And, hey, if you don't like one song, try another. You might like that one better.

Either way, I'mma keep writing and posting music for myself. But, y'know, if you find some lyrics you connect with, some hook that makes you bounce around your house, or just something to put on while you FINALLY do those dishes that have been stinking up your kitchen for the past week, then welcome. Even though I'm not chasing an audience, I do love getting messages from people who've connected with something I've made. It makes me feel less alone in the world and, for all those people who've messaged me in the past or will message me in the future, I appreciate you. I truly do. Thanks for stopping by and giving me a listen. I may write this music for myself because I think that's the best way to keep it honest, but I still believe music, like all art, is best when it's shared.