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The Indie Pea - Keep Holding On

Logarithmic love

I should’ve stayed at home

If You Knew

Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Pop/Rock, Dreampop, Indie, Alternative

flowers that glow in the dark

Crisis to Crisis

Alt version: Venus

The East and West Divide

I walked out on the moor
Out by old Hawk’s tor
Sat among the Stannon stones
To think of those gone before
Climbed the highest point
To see things from both sides
Where the ocean meets the sea
The east and west divide

I walked out on the moor
In the shadow of Rough Tor
Where Allen waters weave and wind
Sparkle in the light
Dymond’s on the mind
Sorrows of another time
Where the sun crosses the sky
The east and west divide

I walked out on the Moor
Across those old granite tors
To feel what others felt before
To bring it all to mind
Passages of time
Murmurations in the sky
I will never understand
The east and west divide

I walked out on the moor
Like so many long before 

Written by Jon Woode 3rd March 2025

Artwork: Original  painting by Laura Terry. Brooding Sky, Dartmoor, oil on canvas 80 x 80cm

The East and West Divide

Melle - 2016 Souvenir

Lyrics:
 
My heart in the sun, I lay it out to dry
It’s 8:23, so baby take your time
Shoes on the floor, honey the water’s fine
No one’s gonna find us today, you’re all mine
 
I’m fucking around on the stylophone
You take a picture of me, you’re wearing my cologne
Get back in the car, got 20-something miles to go
One eye one you, one on the road
 
I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
you’re my 2016 souvenir

2 cups of styrofoam, my diet of Diet Coke
We’re working hard, but baby ain’t it nice to know
No matter where we are, our life’s a holiday
It doesn’t matter we live, you’re my only home 
 
Somebody told me this would be a bad idea
But here we are still swinging from the chandelier
 
I see the gold, gold grass and my bare feet in the sand 
And the children flying kites and the grandmas on their bikes 
And they’re melting in the sun and I’m staring at the clouds in the sky 
And in the mirrors in your eyes and you

I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
You’re my 2016 souvenir

Oh, souvenir
You’re my 2016 souvenir





2016 Souvenir

🎧 Song Insight: "Yeah...."
A fogged-up windshield. Static on the stereo. Two kids in silence, smoke curling through unspoken things. “Yeah....” isn’t just a mood—it’s a memory trapped in the backseat, where time slows down and even failure feels poetic. A blend of spoken confessions and low, haunting melodies, this song captures that liminal space between not caring and caring too much. For anyone who ever skipped school, lit up with shaking fingers, or tried to disappear into the right song—this is your moment, frozen in reverb.

🎙️ Lyrics
[Intro]
[Soft-guitar]
[Vinyl-Hiss]
[SoundFX-Car-Engine]
[Slow-Tempo]

[Verse 1]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
My song is skipping
Didn't miss a beat
Never worked
That adapter was cheap

[Verse 2]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
In the back seat by the window
Watching smoke curl around his fingers
Thinking that would be neat
I watched as the ash fell just to see
He was looking at me
I turned away and took a drag
Pretended I was mad

[Verse 3]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
Shit—I forgot to do my homework
Still half-stoned from last night
We stayed up all night on the phone

Didn’t matter
It’s too late
I was already failing
Wished he’d just give up

[Interlude]
[Lo-Fi-Guitar-Lick]
[SoundFX-Distant-Highway]

[Verse 4]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
But the world being wrong didn’t matter
My song was on
In that moment...
nothing was wrong
Even if it was just for a second
Everything could feel right

[Bridge]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
It was my film
A cinematic scene
Some other show
on some other planet

[Verse 5]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
But you knew—it was you
You were the star
And as the camera pulled back
you looked past your reflection
past the weight of one more mistake
you weren’t ready to let go

[Outro:Extended]
[Male-Solo] [Spoken]
The words flood your head
We’re supposed to be young
We’re supposed to be dumb
We’re supposed to sing along
to another fucking song

[End:Fade Out]
[Vinyl-Hiss]
[Soft-Guitar-Echo]
[Key:E-Minor]
[Slow-Tempo]

💭 Artist Reflection
I didn’t write this song. I remembered it. Or maybe it remembered me.
This isn’t a fantasy or a metaphor—it’s what it felt like to be almost invisible but still alive.
You didn’t need plot back then. You just needed someone to pick you up and not ask questions.
We didn't have therapy—we had the right cassette.

🔊 About 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is a memory loop you forgot you recorded—half nostalgia, half raw nerve. Every track is a cinematic echo of a life still healing in real-time.

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Yeah.....

I love music and make it as hobby. I'm always looking to collab.

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