MARA, you’re a demon by Madre and Nova J

(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm…)

MARA, you’re a demon
A phony and a fraud
You try to throw me off my game
Then leave me ripped and clawed (aaaaaaaah)

(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm…)

(MARA, you’re a demon
A phony and a fraud
You try to throw me off my game
Then leave me ripped and clawed)

(MARA, you’re a demon demon demon…ahhhhh)

MARA, you’re a tempter
You dare me take a bite
But what you call great pleasure
Is a journey filled with spite (eeeeeeeee)

(Ah ah ah ah ah)

(MARA, you’re a demon demon demon…ahhhhh)

You do not wish me well MARA
You hope that I will fail
Instead of being bright and free
You’d confine me to a jail (jail jail jail…)

(demon demon demon…)

But now I see you clearly
You have nothing that I need
My mind is clear, my heart is strong
I know I will succeed

Oooooooooh (oh oh oh oh oh oh…)

(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm…)

(MAR yo…)

(demon demon demon…oooooh)

(Hm hm hm hm hm hm hm…)

MARA, you’re a demon

🔻 Series Note — Same Song, Better Speakers

This release is part of the Same Song, Better Speakers series — a retrospective project revisiting earlier songs without rewriting or reinventing them. The performances, lyrics, and emotional intent remain the same; only the listening experience has changed.

These versions are nearly identical to the originals, meant to sound like the same song heard again years later through clearer speakers. Not fixed. Not reimagined. Just still playing.

🔻 Song Insight

“Why Do I Do This to Myself?”

This song came from a moment when my mind got tired of living in pain and quietly escaped somewhere else.

It isn’t a happy song, and it doesn’t end happily. But it captures a moment in time that felt perfect anyway. A moment where lips are soft and warm, where socks are new and clean, where you’re under blankets and you can smell and feel the person you love lying right next to you.

It’s about trying to be fully aware inside that moment. Trying to drink it in completely. Every breath. Every detail. Knowing you can’t. Knowing it’s already slipping into something unreal.

That’s where my mind wanted to live.
In that place of perfection.

Not because it lasts.
But because, for a second, it exists.

🔻 Lyrics

(unchanged — original lyrics preserved as posted)

[Intro]
Laying across from me... just friends
Seeing you move in your sleep
Your foot brushed my leg
Caught in your stare
Blushed... looked away
I know, I know you're not gay
Stop barking up the tree in '93

[Verse 1]
You smirked and smiled
Rolled over
Closed your eyes
Why do I do this to myself
Fall in love
With the one I can't love

[Verse 2]
Looking at you asleep
So perfect
So kind
So sweet
Your eyes
Your ears
Your perfect nose
Even your feet...
Those socks

[Bridge]
I got caught again
You leaned in close
Put your face near mine
And said the best thing I ever heard you say
"I'm not what I used to be
I don't bite
Unless you want me to"
You tilted your head
Pressed your lips to mine
I thought I had died
This sweet perfection... was mine

[Verse 3]
We stayed up talking
Till our eyes gave in
Falling asleep on my chest
Feeling you breathe with me
The best dream I had

[Verse 4]
I sang you a song
One I had written
Long ago
The first time I saw you
The moment I fell
In love

[Chorus]
Oh boy, it's a boy
Got trapped inside
Don’t wanna hide
Come say hi
He's a keeper
A friend for life
He’ll never know
It’s true... it’s love
I feel
Through and through

[Verse 5]
I wished he could see
This love that's in me
It's all I have to be
This light
So bright
Keeps me up all night

[Outro]
I awoke
Thought you were gone
Then realized
It was all a dream
A dream
That can never be

🔻 Personal Reflection

This one still hits harder than most.

It’s not about a breakup.
It’s not about conflict.
It’s about something that never got the chance to exist.

This song came from a real night. High school. Back when everything felt massive and quiet at the same time. I remember lying there next to him, every nerve awake, every breath feeling like a question I didn’t know how to ask.

The striped socks were real.
The tension was real.
And the moment when he said something — playful, maybe more — made me think, just for a second, this might actually happen.

It didn’t.
But I remember every detail like it did.

This song is for the quiet crushes.
For the moments that live entirely between words.
For anyone who’s ever read too deeply into a smile and hoped anyway.

Writing it felt like opening a sealed letter from myself — and realizing the ink never faded.

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Why do I do this to myself -  Same Song, Better Speakers series

🔻 Series Note — Same Song, Better Speakers

This release is part of the Same Song, Better Speakers series — a look back at earlier songs exactly as they were written.

Nothing has been rewritten.
Nothing has been reimagined.

The only difference is clarity.

These tracks sound like the same songs you remember, just heard again years later through better speakers. Not fixed. Not updated. Just still playing.

🔻 Song Insight

“Summer of ’94”

This song really is what it sounds like.

It’s about the summer of 1994.
The last summer before things got complicated.
The last summer where being unsure didn’t feel heavy.

I had a crush on two people. I liked them both. And back then, that wasn’t a crisis — it was just life happening in real time.

“Summer of ’94” lives in that space where rules were loose, nights felt endless, and the future was something you talked about without meaning it. Dirt roads, radios, bonfires, water you jumped into without thinking twice. The kind of freedom you don’t realize is fragile until it’s already gone.

There’s no lesson wrapped up in this song.
No moral.
No attempt to clean it up.

It’s just a snapshot of being young enough that confusion still felt light — and love didn’t need permission.

🔻 Lyrics

(unchanged — original lyrics preserved as written)

🔻 Personal Reflection

I didn’t write this song to be nostalgic.

I wrote it because that summer never really left me.

It was the last time life felt wide open without asking anything in return. The last time wanting two things at once didn’t feel like something you had to explain or justify.

Listening to it now doesn’t make me want to go back — but it does remind me where that version of me came from. And that matters.

Sometimes a memory doesn’t need to be analyzed.
Sometimes it just needs to be remembered honestly.

That’s what this song is.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

4Me2BeFree is about turning lived moments into something you can hold onto — without sanding down the truth.

This song is a time capsule.
Not polished.
Not corrected.

Just a moment, still intact.

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Summer of 94'  - Same Song, Better Speakers series

🔻 Series Note — Same Song, Better Speakers

This release is part of the Same Song, Better Speakers series — a retrospective project revisiting earlier songs without rewriting or reinventing them.

The lyrics, performances, and emotional intent remain untouched. These aren’t remixes. They aren’t reimaginings. They’re the same songs, revisited years later — heard through clearer speakers, better headphones, and a different version of the person who wrote them.

Nothing here is “fixed.”
Nothing is rewritten.

They’re just still playing.

Sometimes hearing a song again doesn’t change the song — it changes you.

🎬 Song Insight

Refund Please

“Refund Please” is a quiet breakdown disguised as a performance — a one-man show unfolding at a bus stop where nothing arrives and nothing resets. The song moves in circles, returning again and again to the same moment, the same questions, the same helpless waiting.

This isn’t a love song. It’s a reckoning.
A power ballad about identity slipping through your hands while the world watches, expecting you to fail.

The bus never comes. The reset button doesn’t work. And all you’re left with are quarters in your hand and the uncomfortable truth that surviving isn’t the same as living.

“Refund Please” captures that suspended moment between giving up and standing back up — where dignity feels transactional, hope feels conditional, and believing in yourself becomes the last remaining act of rebellion.

📝 Lyrics

Intro:
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

Verse 1:
This show has to go on
It’s up to me to be the one now alone
It’s not inside — this hope now hides
Just another day to pass the time

Verse 2:
You say there is a way without a map
Point in some direction — come on we know it’s a trap
Just to survive is not acceptable lines
Your words fall short every time

Chorus:
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

Verse 3:
I want this power — no stage fright to see
This is the one, this is the night, to make them see
No flyte — can’t you see
My wings broken, I can’t be free, this was never meant to be

Verse 4:
No time to heal before I set sail
They came to see me fall, to see me fail
Today I want to prove them wrong
Tomorrow I may sing a different song
But for now help me find a way

Bridge:
I want to be stable, I want a way to live
I wish I could have won — or fought back to see
I know I lost the one I was after
It won’t be him again — disaster
The one I had needed to see was me
Is it too late, can I still break free?

Verse 5:
To power off, a reset, rewind
Shit is not kind — I’m out of time
This is the one time to be the man
And to be on time with quarters in hand

Verse 6:
Begging for you to please understand
Take my token, take my plan
Take it all — I just want peace
A way to be me, a chance for a release

Bridge 2:
Please reset this level
This world — it’s not a game
It’s been nothing but
One big mistake all the way

Final Chorus:
I sit here waiting for the bus
Missing you for hours — what’s the plot
A one man show without a script
My lines flow dissolving over time

💬 Personal Reflection

This song wasn’t written in one moment — it was assembled during a period of isolation where everything felt like it was failing at once.

“Refund Please” came from a place where I believed people were waiting for me to fall, and somewhere along the way, I started believing it too. By the end of the song, there’s a shift — not into happiness, but into resolve. A quiet kind of courage. The realization that if the world feels empty, you have to learn how to stand beside yourself instead of against yourself.

It’s lonely work.
But it’s necessary.


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Refund Please - Same Song, Better Speakers series

🔻 Series Note — Same Song, Better Speakers

This release is part of the Same Song, Better Speakers series — a retrospective project revisiting earlier songs without rewriting or reinventing them.

The lyrics, performances, and emotional intent remain exactly as they were. These versions aren’t fixes or reinventions. They’re the same songs, heard again years later — through clearer speakers, better perspective, and a different version of the person who wrote them.

Some songs age with you.
Others wait for you to catch up.

🎬 Song Insight

Goodbye

“Goodbye” isn’t about pretending to be healed — it’s about aiming for freedom before you fully believe you deserve it.

This song was written from a place just ahead of where I actually was. A future state. A version of myself who had already let go. Writing it wasn’t about faking strength — it was about giving myself something to walk toward.

At its core, “Goodbye” is a release song. Not angry. Not cruel. Just final. It captures the moment when you realize staying would cost you more than leaving ever could. When survival turns into self-respect. When the word “goodbye” stops sounding like loss and starts sounding like air.

The repetition isn’t dramatic — it’s necessary. Each goodbye pulls another thread loose until the weight finally lifts.

This is what freedom sounds like before you fully feel free.

📝 Lyrics

Intro:
You fade away, I was waiting on this day
It’s been years in the making, but now I’m okay

Verse 1:
I held out for too long, you always knew
Something better came along, now I see it’s true
Maybe this is for my soul
In the end, I’m gone—
You’re just another wasted song

Pre-Chorus:
I was blind, hoping you were a different guy
But in time, the light burned out
Wish that last fight had been our goodbye
What was bright just died
Nothing worth saving inside

Chorus: 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I’m letting go, I won’t rewind
Goodbye, goodbye, one final time
You’re no longer mine

Verse 2:
All that time just erodes
Fleeting thoughts I let go
Had I stayed, I would’ve died
You pulled me under, stole my shine
Just another wasted song

Bridge:
Truth be told, you’ll never know
The hollow depths you tried to show
A padded cell of your own hell
But I survived, and I can tell

Chorus: 
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I’m letting go, I won’t rewind
Goodbye, goodbye, one final time
You’re no longer mine

Outro:
Goodbye to that dream
Goodbye to your name
Goodbye to the pain
I’m finally free
Just another wasted song

💬 Personal Reflection

Sometimes people say “fake it till you make it,” but this song wasn’t about pretending — it was about aiming. I’ve learned that writing about where I want to be can help me get there. Some of those places I’ve reached. Others I’m still walking toward.

“Goodbye” was written from a future version of myself who had already chosen freedom. Writing it helped me move in that direction. It wasn’t a lie — it was a goal.

This song is about choosing release, even before you fully trust that it will hold.

🔥 4Me2BeFree Signature

4Me2BeFree exists to document emotional truth without softening it. These songs don’t chase perfect endings — they capture the moments where decisions are made quietly, honestly, and without guarantees.

“Goodbye” is part of that mission: turning lived experience into cinematic sound, and proving that freedom doesn’t always arrive first — sometimes you have to write your way toward it.

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🎬 Song Insight

“Scampled Porn” is an 80s-flavored diss track soaked in fluorescent mall lighting and late-night cable static. It’s funny, sharp, and deliberately petty on the surface — but underneath, it’s about growing up behind invisible bars.

This track lives in the era of Trapper Keepers and Jordache jeans. Before timelines, before DMs, before curated personas. When playgrounds were split between “have” and “have not,” and rebellion meant something tangible. Burned by cigarettes in mall corridors. Sneaking old magazines from the tool shed. Learning about life from static-filled TV screens and whispered rumors.

The humor hits first. The dissection follows.
The target? Someone addicted to image, chasing validation like it’s oxygen.
The twist? The narrator survived it.

This is scrambled cable energy. Cheeto dust bravado. Neon-lit resentment.
It’s not polished. It’s deliberate.

Life wasn’t better.
It was simpler.
And that simplicity cuts differently.

📝 Lyrics

Verse 1
Lies got you where you deserve
Top shelf, deluded illusion
Power-hittin another bottom,
No logic, new goals, confusion

Bridge
Going out chasing reaction
Finger fuck on Grindr
But lack the attraction
Said your sex lands
See it’s not true
Nah, see I learned about class
Funny your ass got one-star reviews

Pre-Chorus
Now it’s me graduating
Yeah I’m on top — assets intact
Ask me to school your pimp
Stim must be cracked
Take another toke
Yeah my line long
Not givin you a fuck
You a Rubik’s cube
Colors all skewed
Twisted blocks
You broken

Chorus
TV scrambled, porn on
Cheetos stuck between my toes
Everybody knows
It’s toke — toke — pass

Post-Chorus
Too late to pay the bills
So we lock watching cheap thrills
Turn sideways, read between lines
Star-gazing with shades on

Verse 2
Sit back, its a better track
Spitting ’bout life past
Watching scrambled porn,
Yo, turn the lights on
Smoking trees
Hell Yah’ Munchies please

Verse 3
Your eyes drained to green
Money pumping through veins
Lining up Benjis — sniff, sniff
Sixty-ninin Franklins
Blowing Mr. Smoke
Your connect
Just another nasty hoe
Damn the lengths you go
Make it rain
Make it snow

Bridge
Bloodshot eyes, shit is true
Erasing a life nothin to do
Every time — damn — look what I tried
Needed emotional hydration
Dryin on your line

Post-Chorus
Chillin, hittin fat stacks
Rollin up, wishin for a way back
It’s life — Living on tracks
Now come on man it’s
Pass — pass — pass

Verse 4
You a crash course
A cadaver in control
Stick to it, you just flipped the script
No eyes to bat, just rolled with it
Now you walk like you a god
Dissolved in what you are
Mirrors cracked
Reflections don’t lie
Seeing different guys

Pre-Chorus
Warped a brain you’re Inside Out
Twisted dark, psycho rearranged
Unanswered questions
A failed attempt
Double jeopardy
When you're already dead

Final Chorus
Yo for real
Sitin back, go off track
Spitting ’bout a life now wak
Smoking green trees
Leaving da-past can’t believe

Breakdown
You were the trap
Your ass was bait
What you didn’t know
I faked it too
Thought I couldn’t resist
Called it bliss
Truth is
Shit was nothing to miss

Outro
I could diagnose
But you off-shelf
Recalled damage
Expiration date
Something I shouldn’t ate
But it was too late
Would’ve been better to masterbate
But you know that game
Fist to skin
Another night
But you walked in
You stayed the same
What was his name
Out on another date
Thought he was the upgrade
Yeah — you’ll never change

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Scrambled Porn

temple by the sea by nova j

I was gonna take a boat
Let it drift
Let it float
But the tide
Said no (no no no)
So I stayed
Where I go
Roof overhead
Love in my bed
Low bar mercy
Not dead

Lack of sleep
Winter heat
Write it down
Hit delete
Mirror says
“You’re fine”
Still I listen
For a sign
Nobody sees
The quiet war
Nobody knows
What it’s for
Only hit the floor

Temple by the sea
Temple by the sea
Burning papers
Burning me
Burning papers
Burning me
Temple by the sea (ooh)
Temple by the sea
Burning papers
Burning me
Turn on by the sea
Stay with me 
Stay with me
Temple by the sea
Burning me

Smile coy 
Thin and spare
Laugh falls
Mid-air
Crack below
Where I tread (ooh)
Low voice says
Let it rest
If I wake
That’s enough
Sometimes I
Like it rough (rough rough rough rough)

Temple by the sea (ah)
Temple by the sea
Temple by the sea (ah)
Temple by the sea
Temple by the sea (ah)
Temple by the sea
Temple by the sea
Turn on by the sea
Temple by the sea
Temple by the sea
Temple by the sea

temple by the sea

red eye in the ceiling by Nova J

Sometimes I get this feeling
that there’s a red eye in the ceiling
spying on you and me
playing in some stranger’s dream
See it never really sleeps
It hears every word we speak

You and me baby
We are caught in the reflection
Flanked by the full moon on a black ice night
(ice ice baby baby)
(ice ice babe baby)
(ice ice baby)
(ice ice baby baby)

you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
Like we’ve been here before 
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
Like we’ve been here before 
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

Sometimes I get this vision
a panorama of you and I
running to overtime 
Black and blue and misaligned
Someone watching frame by frame 
they don’t even know our (name)

You and me baby
We are caught in the reflection
Flanked by the full moon on a black ice light
(ice ice baby)
(ice ice baby baby)
(ice ice baby)
(ice ice baby baby)

(ice ice baby)
(ice ice baby baby)
(ice ice baby)
(ice ice baby baby)

you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
Like we’ve been here before 
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
Like we’ve been here before
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
Like we’ve been here before
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
you and me
Sometimes I get this feeling
Like we’ve been here before
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh oh oh oh oh)

red eye in the ceiling

🎬 Song Insight

“The Art of Your Skin” lives in that space between obsession and comfort — where love isn’t just felt, it lingers, echoes, and imprints. It’s about craving someone’s presence so deeply that even silence feels loud without them. Every lyric drips with attachment, memory, and physical longing — not just for touch, but for being seen, held, and remembered.

It's a sappy song but I know you'll sing along
Smile so bright lighting up my night
So if you get sad and I can't be there
Just know it's you — my little Care Bear

💬 Personal Reflection

This one came from that feeling of being completely wrapped up in someone — where even distance doesn’t break the connection. It’s about missing someone in real-time, while still holding onto them like they’re right there. Not perfect love — just honest, attached, and a little vulnerable.

🔥 4Me2BeFree Signature

4Me2BeFree turns emotion into atmosphere — where love, longing, and identity collide in cinematic waves. This track leans into raw attachment and softness without losing edge, proving vulnerability can hit just as hard as intensity.

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The Art of Your Skin

🎬 Song Insight

“Yeah I’m Crazy” lives in that quiet war between how you feel inside and how the world labels you for it. It’s not chaos—it’s awareness misread as instability. The song moves through isolation, pressure, and expectation, then lands in a powerful truth: maybe survival doesn’t look normal—and that’s okay.

💬 Personal Reflection

There’s a point where you stop trying to explain yourself because nobody’s really listening—they’re just waiting to judge. This track came from that space… feeling misunderstood, but also realizing I don’t need permission to exist how I do.
Sometimes “crazy” is just what people call you when you stop pretending.

🔥 4Me2BeFree Signature

4Me2BeFree has always been about turning internal noise into something cinematic—something felt. This track strips everything back and lets vulnerability carry the weight. No masks, no filters—just raw presence.
It’s not about fitting in. It’s about owning the space you take up.

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Yeah I’m Crazy

"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.

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