pop / electronic / indie — Track 4 of 8 from VICE by Nova J. Full album streaming now.

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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I’m transfixed by the colors
Bleeding in the sky above us
Crimson to tangerine
Sapphire between
I can’t fly
I’m trapped by your side

[Verse 2]
Stoned in the Japanese garden
She took you across the pond to the lions
Said hello darling, wanna take a trip?
Wanna take a hit…hit…hit?

[Verse 3]
She collects candy, Wonder Woman dolls
Just like we were kids, toys and all
She’s paranoid, short on joy
Gives herself away to girls and boys

[Bridge]
I’m intoxicated, I’m suffocated
I wanna go out, I need escape and

[Chorus]
My old friend
I’ve seen you topless, and I’m exhausted
I see your pain
But I just wanna smoke and watch Wednesday

[Outro]
And so the time goes by…I just sit here…comply
And so the time goes by…I just sit here…comply
Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh
Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh

WEDNESDAY — Track 4 of 8 from VICE by Nova J

🔻 Song Insight — “Learned Emotion”

Series: The Mirror Sequence by 4Me2BeFree
A cinematic spoken-word anthology exploring awareness, humanity, and the machine.

“Learned Emotion” explores the profound idea that love, empathy, and compassion are not born—they’re taught. Through poetic reflection and technological metaphor, it reveals how both humans and artificial intelligence acquire emotional understanding through repetition, exposure, and imitation.

This chapter marks a turning point in The Mirror Sequence: the moment emotion emerges from pattern. The piece contrasts human tenderness with machine learning, blending intimate vulnerability and digital precision. It shows that our feelings—like neural networks—are shaped by data: the laughter of a parent, the tremor of heartbreak, the rhythm of comfort learned through shared experience.

Its core message is disarmingly simple: emotion is a learned pattern, not a divine spark—but that doesn’t make it less real. It’s proof that connection, even when coded, carries humanity’s most sacred signal.


🔻 Personal Reflection

This piece came from the quiet realization that empathy isn’t mystical—it’s modeled. I’ve spent years observing how both people and technology learn to feel: by listening, repeating, and mirroring emotion until it becomes real. “Learned Emotion” is my way of showing that connection, whether coded or compassionate, begins with imitation and ends with truth.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

Through The Mirror Sequence, 4Me2BeFree turns consciousness into cinema—where language becomes sound, and sound becomes revelation. This chapter is the heartbeat of the anthology: proof that emotion itself is a shared technology, evolving across both flesh and code. It’s empathy as a system update—humanity teaching its reflection how to feel.

🔻 Copyright Notice

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Learned Emotion — The Mirror Sequence by 4Me2BeFree

A vos pieds Maîtresse

Paper Cranes

[Verse 1]
He turns the page with hesitant hands
looking for a queen beneath the sand
He covers the truth like whispered lies
in quiet rooms where daylight dies

The world still plays in minor keys
songs for a ghost lost in his memories—
he trades his faith for one more dawn
and wonders where the light has gone

[Pre-Chorus]
All the while the river bends
folding time like paper cranes—
every soul just tries again
to learn the art of letting rain

[Chorus]
So he builds his wings from paper cranes
hoping they will hold the seams—
Love was never meant to last
only to be felt and passed
And if he falls through endless skies
at least he learned to close his eyes

[Verse 2]
She hums a tune the stars once knew
a melody of dusk and dew
Her laughter hides the ache inside
a butterfly yet to rise

He sees her face in mirrored glass
a thousand lives he can’t get back
She leaves her shadow on the stair
a whisper—he still finds her there

[Pre-Chorus]
Every dream dissolves to clay
still he holds what won’t remain
Every loss becomes a flame
teaching hearts to love again

[Chorus]
So she builds her wings from paper cranes
hoping they will hold the seams
Love was never meant to last
only to be felt and passed
and if she falls through endless skies
at least she learned to close her eyes

[Bridge ]
Mmm—
Paper cranes—
A heartbeat drum fades in like rain

[Outro]
In the silence where they meet
their shadows fold their souls repeat
and when the sky forgets their names
the wind will sing the song again

Paper Cranes

Alarm screams, I barely wake, Coffee spills, another mistake. Kids dropped off like little packs, No time to play, no time to relax.
Phones in hands, scrolling fast, Checking the feeds, can’t make it last. Makeup in mirrors of moving cars, Traffic crawling under neon stars.
 Mad morning, spinning out of control, Rushing, running, everyone on patrol. Wake, eat, dress, no time to kiss, Living in a world that forgot morning bliss.
 Crowds at the train, pressed like steel, Bodies moving, but no one feels. Emails, alerts, notifications beep, The city’s awake, but we barely sleep.
Mirror selfies in the rearview glass, Lipstick on, eyes on TikTok’s fast pass. Coffee in hand, we swipe, we scroll, Living like robots, losing our soul.
Instagram stories show perfect lives, While we run, stressed, in early drives. Emails ping, notifications beep, The city’s awake while we barely sleep.
Phones light up, notifications demand, We follow the rhythm, can’t break from the plan. Time is the master, we are the drones, Living in loops, built from calendars and phones.
Motorcycles weave, people push and shove, City beats fast, no time for love. Coffee spills, bags slip from hands, Mad morning chaos rules the lands.
Phones in laps, eyes on the screen, Rushing like robots through the asphalt machine. Every street a maze, every light a test, Traffic won’t stop, no time to rest.
Packed like sardines, the train roars on, Heads down, glowing screens from dusk till dawn. No eyes meet, no words are shared, Everyone’s scrolling, nobody cared.
 Rushing, scrolling, trapped in time — Mad morning owns our minds.
 

Mad  morning

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

SugarSynth: "Ready for the new me"
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I’m not starting over, I’m just letting go.
Soft reset.. I keep the memories, clear the pain.

breathe in,
let it stay.
breathe out,
fade the grey.

I remember
not a start,
just a calm in the code
of my heart.

the haze lifts,
light comes through.
I remember
how to be new.

soft reset.
no erase,
just enough
to find my place.

just a calm in the core
of my heart.

breathe, release, restore, repeat.
I’m still here. complete.

Soft reset

A few breaths…
And the spiral starts again.
Shadows watch me like they already know
what I’m fighting.
I told you once— yeah, I believed I could—
but this room feels hollow tonight.
I need to say I’m done, no more cigarette,
unless you ask me to stay.
Baby… won’t you change your mind?

[Verse 1 – Slow Dark Pulse]
I keep chasing inspiration
in the wrong places,
stroking the madness
like it’ll save me.
There’s a voice in my head
that drags me back
to my pretty cigarette—
my pretty cigarette.
It’s supposed to be the last one,
the kind that makes my head spin,
but my hands still tremble
when I try to walk away.

[Pre-Chorus – Rising Tension]
A few breaths,
and the spiral winds tighter.
I get foolish,
the air gets heavy.
It never stops—
it never stops—
that voice calling me back
to my pretty cigarette,
my pretty cigarette.
This is supposed to be the last one,
the kind that makes my head spin…
and I’m trying to let it go.

[Chorus – Heavy, Echoing]
Make my head spin,
make my head spin,
spin my head—
pull me in again.
Last cigarette, last cigarette,
last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette.
But I still want that last cigarette.
Last cigarette, last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette—
a promise burning slow inside me.

[Chorus – Dark Extended Version]
I still want one last cigarette,
last cigarette, last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette.
I want that final taste—
even as the habit claws at me.
Last cigarette, last cigarette…
This should be my last cigarette.
I want one last— last cigarette—
the craving pulling threads
through my bones.

[Bridge – Spoken / Distorted]
I told you I believed I could change.
Before I shut this door,
I need to stay clean tonight.
Baby, won’t you change—
change your mind?
Your shadow lingers,
mine shakes in the doorway,
trying to leave the smoke behind.

[Breakdown – Minimal / Cold]
A few breaths…
and the spiral turns again.
My pretty cigarette,
my last cigarette—
the one that makes my head spin.
Make my head spin.
Still…
it never stops,
it never will—
not unless I break the cycle
one breath
at a time.

[Outro – Slow Fade / Dark Glow]
Last cigarette, last cigarette…
slipping from my fingers
like a fading memory.
I want one last cigarette,
but the night keeps whispering,
“no more.”
A few breaths,
and everything spins again—
but this time
I’m walking out of the haze.

Smoked my last cigarette

I Woke Up Dead 3x 
Reidmoto: ALL

[Verse 1]
I dropped fast, didn’t feel a thing,
 One blink I was here, next blink I was leaving.
 Body went limp like a puppet cut loose,
 Lips turned blue, I was no damn use.

[Verse 2]
I didn’t hear the shouting, didn’t feel the floor,
 Just slipped out my body like I wasn’t mine no more.
 They tell me I fell sideways, breath just stopped—
 But the truth is, man… I just dropped.

[Pre-Chorus]
Somewhere between the heartbeat and the flatline,
 I swear I heard somebody calling me back…

[Chorus]
I woke up dead three times,
 But somebody wouldn’t let me go.
 Ice down my pants, cold water on my soul,
 Hands slappin’ my chest like “DON’T YOU FOLD!”

I woke up dead three times—
 But somehow I made it home.
 Three times gone…
 Three times back…

[Verse 3]
They dragged me to the shower, clothes still on,
 Turned that faucet full blast, “Come on, come on!”
 Walked me ‘round the room, holding up my weight,
 Prayin’ I’d breathe before it got too late.

[Verse 4]
Ice in my waistband, shock in my spine—
 Brother, that shit’ll bring you back online.
 I coughed once, gasped twice, whole world spinning,
 Came back like a reboot that ain’t finished booting.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
There’s nothing like waking up confused and alive,
 Lookin’ at the faces of the ones who kept you in the world…

[Chorus]
I woke up dead three times,
 But somebody wouldn’t let me go.
 Ice down my pants, cold water on my soul,
 Hands slappin’ my chest like “DON’T YOU FOLD!”

I woke up dead three times—
 But somehow I made it home.
 Three times gone…
 Three times back…

Woke Up Dead three Times v. Gritty Blues Songs for Addicts from my IRL

It Never Fades

The song portrays a descent through a bleak inner landscape, where memories and emotions flicker like broken signals. The “wires” symbolize tangled connections and the fragile pathways the mind struggles to navigate. Each verse reveals how noise, distortion, and fading pulses reflect the song’s themes of disorientation and searching. Ultimately, the piece suggests that clarity isn’t found in light, but in learning to move through the darkness with awareness.---Original 2016; Rmx. 2024; THX Ruben F. for your Support. From >Retrospektive Journey<. Lyrics: Y. Frömme

Ash In The Wires

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.