Tonight Feels So Right/ Seraya Davis

Late Bloomer, Early Death

Honey Baby

Silent place

The soundtrack to a lovestory in the south of france.

Kidnapped by Love

Fake Heroes

Kingdom Come Undone

Modern pop anthems exposing the dark underbelly of corporate culture, from backstabbing colleagues to disposable loyalty. 

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I was young enough to think
one mouthful could be the whole world’s taste.
You were summer fruit in a jar,
and I didn’t know sweetness could go to waste.
Thought I’d already hit the highest roof,
didn’t see how wide the sky could run—
you were lightning in my first glass of whiskey,
now I know you weren’t the sun.

I thought you were the honey,
but you were just the first thing sweet.
Thought my tongue had found its lifetime,
’fore it ever learned all it can eat
all the jars I hadn’t opened,
all the years I hadn’t grown.
You weren’t the end of sweetness—
you were just the first unknown.

I’d sit in rooms and measure every heartbeat
by the way you used to turn and smile.
didn’t know a heart could race like that,
like a runner blurring past the miles.
Kept thinkin’ there was no life without you,
that being alone would mean lesser days—
but you finally ran out of the marmalade,
and there was other candy to glaze.

I thought you were the honey,
but you were just the first thing sweet.
Thought my tongue had found its lifetime,
’fore it ever learned to lick the heat
all the jars I hadn’t opened,
all the years I hadn’t grown.
You weren’t the end of sweetness—
you were just the first I’d known.

Some people can’t work the doors
keep running into the walls at first.
Some people taste like fresh spring water
when you’re dying of the thirst.
There’s a whole orchard past the fences,
and a season past the pain—
the fruit you thought was final
was just early in the chain.

I thought you were the honey,
but you were just the first thing sweet.
Thought my tongue had found its lifetime,
’fore it ever learned to feast
all the jars I hadn’t opened,
all the hands I hadn’t known.
You weren’t the whole of living—
you were just my first milestone.

First Thing Sweet

An after-dark ritual album about the ancient power of saying what hurts before sleep. Inspired by the Kaluli “night clearing” tradition - the practice of allowing children to express any unresolved feelings or observations about the day out loud without response or fixing before sleep. These twelve glitch-folk soul songs turn confession into calm, teaching the nervous system to rest when the story finally ends.

Night Clearing

six hearts theory

Me solta!

A veterinarian crafting tech articles, videos, and music with the curiosity of a British Shorthair and twice the passion! 🐾

Yes sir, no sir

Geeky Animals