FOREVER HOME by Madre and Nova J

My husband is a treasure
The strong and silent type
He's handsome, smart and knowing 
And does so without hype

It took awhile to find him
But I found him nonetheless
And through his constant love and strength
I truly have been blessed.

He’s my treasure, my forever (oh-oh-oh, mm-mm)
My blessing every day (ah-ah, ooh-ooh)
With his love, I’ve found my measure (mm-mm-mm, oh-oh)
In every single way (ah-ah, ooh-ooh)

He can be very silly
And laughs at his own jokes
He can be very serious
Holds to principles like an oath

He really is a scientist
Loves to study and take notes
And then applies his knowledge
Into helping others cope

He’s my treasure, my forever (oh-oh-oh, mm-mm)
My blessing every day (ah-ah, ooh-ooh)
With his love, I’ve found my measure (mm-mm-mm, oh-oh)
In every single way (ah-ah, ooh-ooh)

Before you, I was searching (mmm, ohhh)
In shadows and the unknown (ooh, ahh)
But now I see the sunrise (hmm, ah-ah)
‘Cause you’re my forever home (mmm, ohhh)

Forever home, forever home (ooh, ah-ah)

[INSTRUMENTAL]

He’s my treasure, my forever (oh-oh-oh, mm-mm)
My blessing every day (ah-ah, ooh-ooh)
With his love, I’ve found my measure (mm-mm-mm, oh-oh)
In every single way (ah-ah, ooh-ooh)

(ooh-ooh, mm-mm)
He’s my blessing every day (mmm, ah-ah)
(ooh-ooh, ah-ah)
My love in every way (mm-mm, ooh-ooh)
(hmm-mm)
(ah-ah, ooh-ooh)

FOREVER HOME

WAITING
BY MADRE AND NOVA J

Waiting is an art in life,
That’s what my teacher says.
If we wait with open hearts,
We’ll find happiness.

Waiting for a love to come,
Or a place to call a home.
Maybe they’ll arrive in time—
No need to rush or roam.

So I’m waiting, waiting gracefully,
Trusting time to set things right.
Life evolves accordingly,
In its own wise light.

(Hmmm-mmm, ahhh-ahhh)
(Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh)

I’m waiting, waiting patiently,
Letting life unfold its way.
If I can live my best today,
The rest will find its place.

(Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh)

If the things we’re waiting for
Are never meant to be,
Maybe it’s the karma
From a life we cannot see.

All we have is this moment,
To live as best we can.
Life will turn a wiser page—
Beyond our careful plans.

I’m waiting, waiting gracefully,
Trusting time to set things right.
Life evolves accordingly,
In its own wise light.

(Hmmm-mmm, ahhh-ahhh)

I’m waiting, waiting patiently,
Letting life unfold its way.
If I can live my best today,
The rest will find its place.

(Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh)

Waiting is a quiet art,
A space where hope takes root.
It’s not about the race to start,
But the journey that’s absolute.

Sometimes it feels so endless,
When will the answers show?
But the truth is in the patience,
It’s not all ours to know.

So I’m waiting, waiting gracefully,
Letting life unfold its way.
If I can live my best today,
The rest will find its place.

(Hmmm-mmm, ahhh-ahhh)

I’m waiting, waiting patiently,
Trusting time to set things right.
Life evolves accordingly,
In its own wise light.

(Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh)

So I’m waiting, waiting patiently,
Letting life unfold its way.
If I can live my best today,
The rest will find its place.

(Hmmm-mmm, ahhh-ahhh)
(Ahhh-ahhh, ahhh-ahhh)

WAITING

SOMEONE YOUNGER by Nova J

Clock is turning, time is flying by,
World is burning, and so am I
Working nonstop, tryin’ to break through,
But now that spotlight’s pointed at Y.O.U.

There’s always someone younger,
Always someone bold,
Always someone smarter,
With a story untold.
There’s always someone richer,
Always someone free,
But they don’t know the fire
That’s burnin’ in me.

Bright shiny happy face, on a tiny screen.
No hair out of place, but what’s underneath?
Wrinkles don’t show when the filters on
But life’s sharp edges cut everyone.

There’s always someone faster,
Always someone strong,
Always someone brighter,
Who’s been there all along.
There’s always someone charming,
Always someone new,
But they don’t know the fire
That’s burnin’ in you.

Run that race, climb that hill,
It’s never enough, but you do it still.
someone is out there watchin’ you,
Wishing they could fill your shoes.

There’s always someone younger,
Always someone bold,
Always someone smarter,
With a story untold.
There’s always someone richer,
Always someone free,
But they don’t know the fire
That’s burnin’ in me.

There’s always someone faster,
Always someone strong,
Always someone brighter,
Who’s been there all along.
There’s always someone charming,
Always someone new,
But they don’t know the fire
That’s burnin’ in you.

SOMEONE YOUNGER

U THINK U KNOW by Madre and Nova J

(Do you think?) You really know me?
(Do you see me?) You can control me?
(Watching me…) Looking for signs,
Trying to bend my mind—
I think it’s time you let go of me

(It was fun…) For a while
(Made me smile…) With your style
But now I see through the game
I can spot you from a mile—
Away ooooh

You think you know (Ooooh)
You think you know me
But you don’t (Ooooh)
No, you don’t know me

I know you think you’re so addictive
Your algorithm’s so predictive
But baby, this time I’m tapping out
No questions, no more doubts
Your influence is poison—wicked

(It was nice…) Till I changed
(Now it all…) Feels deranged
Got me trapped in your games
But I’m breaking the chains—
Away ooooh

You think you know (Ooooh)
You think you know me
But you don’t (Ooooh)
No, you don’t know me

I’m not a game to be played
(Not a pawn!) To be swayed
You can try, you can chase—
But you’ll never keep pace

With me
Oh, I’m free
Ooooh

You think you know (Ooooh)
You think you know me
But you don’t (Ooooh)
No, you don’t know me

You think you know
You think you know me
But you don’t
No, you don’t know me

U THINK U KNOW

FISH OUT OF WATER by MADRE and NOVA J

(Hmmm)

I’ve been a fish out of water,
Struggling to breathe,
Trapped in the turbulence,
Trying to leave.

Some days would drag forever,
Hopeless and bleak,
Trapped in the stillness of nothing,
Tired and weak.

A shift has occurred,
Subtle yet bright,
A calmness, a peace,
That feels solid and right.
The storm may return,
As storms often do,
But so can a shift
To steady and true.
(Oooooooh)
steady and true.

I wrestled with my shadows,
I sank in the noise,
Lost in endless whispers,
Searching for my voice.

The whispers come from inside,
A storm I cannot flee,
But now I sit in silence,
And let it flow through me.

A shift has occurred,
Subtle yet bright,
A calmness, a peace,
That feels solid and right.
The storm may return,
As storms often do,
But so can a shift
To steady and true.
(Oooooooh)
steady and true.

Of course, things will change again,
That’s what they always do,
But I’ll meet every shifting tide,
steady and true.
steady and true.
Ooooooh
Steady and true.

(Hmmm)

FISH OUT OF WATER

It’s time to talk about AI…

THE BATTLEGROUND IS CULTURE by Nova J

(Is this the death?)
(Is this the death of humanity?)
(Or the beginning?)
The battleground… is culture.
The battleground… is culture.
The battleground… is now.

Is technology boosting creativity?
Or killing off originality?
Everything you see,
Everything you hear,
Came from a thought,
In between the ears

Absorbed by the net,
Now wired in code,
Ones and zeroes
Overload
(Ones and zeroes
Overload)

And now it’s back
Half-baked and cloned
No blood, no soul
No skin and bone
Just a quick fix
From a dopamine machine
When did music become
A video game?

The battleground is culture
The battle is now
The battleground is shifting
We gotta ask how
Is this the death of humanity?
Or just the beginning somehow?
The battleground is culture
The battleground is now

The battleground is shifting
We gotta ask how
Is this the death of humanity?
Or just the beginning somehow?
The battleground is culture
The battleground is now

If I tap keys instead of ink and pen
Am I still a writer then?
When spellcheck scripts my inner monologue
Am I the maker?
Or the catalog?

What if the tool becomes the voice
And stories bend without a choice?
The dreamer fades
the screen’s the star
Do we forget who we are?

The battleground is culture
The battleground is now
The battleground is shifting
We gotta ask how

Is this the death of humanity?
Or just the beginning somehow?
The battleground is culture
The battleground is now

Not just a song
A declaration
A line drawn between
Truth and imitation
A soul you can feel
Or a hollow simulation
The battleground… is culture.
This is the confrontation.

Is this the death? (Is this the death?)
Is this the end? (Or just a test?)
Is this the death of humanity?
Or something else instead?
The battleground is culture
The battleground is now

The battleground is culture

Walk… Walk… Walk Away - COTC

ARE YOU WEIRD? ME TOO by Nova J

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

Happy Hump Day, handsome
Feelin’ dry as a desert anthem
Wishin’ I was trippin’
But I’m sober as a dry was slippin’

Ever wonder what it’s like with a dwarf?
I think I might be… dwarf curious, of course
Pretty Little Lady, three-foot fire
Biggest beaver west of the muddy mire

Mind in the gutter, yeah, can’t deny
Got questions that make angels cry
Get my mind out the gutter
But it’s warm down here, why even try?

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

Wheelchair Granny rolls with pride
Army of lesbians at her side
Beautiful Bettys on a joyride
Don’t block the road, don’t even try

Trendy then, twenty years ago
Now it’s vanished like a late night show
Sometimes they hit, sometimes they flop
But I keep on writing, can’t make it stop

‘Cause Madre’s lovin’ it, I won’t quit
She’s the winter bird-feeding kinda spirit
Makes life better just bein’ around
A quiet saint on this messy ground

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

Mind in the gutter, thoughts run free
Pink Dino starin’ back at me
No eyes, no lies—just mystery
Am I okay? Depends on the week

Are you craving sushi?
Are you? Are you?
Fatty tuna, holy glory
Some fish look just like feet

This office visit was supposed to be routine
Now I’m strapped into a giant X-ray machine
Quiet death rays beamin’ through my teeth
Gums receding, but at least they’re clean

Producer’s rude, kill my groove
Mood’s gone south, can’t approve
You’re 32, go catch a flight
Toodle-oo, London’s callin’ tonight

(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)

I’m grouchy too, maybe feelin’ blue
But there’s sushi dreams and sky so true
Is that a dog or a tiny pony?
I swear that bird just winked at me slowly

Thank the fish for their sacrifice
Thank the birds for their paradise
Thank the cattle, thank the grain
Thank the earth for takin’ our pain

Mind in the gutter, can’t pretend
It’s a wild world, my weirdo friend
So here’s to truth and chaos too
Are you weird?
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dah-dah)
Me too. (Me too)
(Ooh-bah, dee-dee)
Me too. (Me too)

Are you weird? Me too!

🔻 Song Insight – Blue Rust by 4Me2BeFree
Blue Rust is the sound of standing at a fork in the soul. It's a moment of reckoning where you're forced to choose: stay on the path that’s killing you slowly... or finally sever ties with the broken version of yourself you've kept alive for too long. The song explores what it means to let part of yourself die—not out of hate, but because keeping it alive is poisoning everything else.
Even as that part decays, you realize fragments of it still echo in your choices, your relationships, your fears. And the hardest truth? You kept feeding it.
This track wrestles with self-denial, duality, and rebirth, weaving a cinematic rock sound with raw, poetic lyrics that sting as much as they heal.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
Dripping thoughts now divide
Slipping past, deep inside
I try to force myself to see
This darkness... never meant for me

[Verse 1]
I have watched them come
I have watched them fall
One by one... until now

[Chorus]
Facing the unknown just to let go
Walking past these shadows
This is the life I had always known
Now it’s left to me... and me alone

[Verse 2]
To see the truth in hollow death
I feared I wasn’t allowed to pass
Stuck on the inside... no place to hide
Consumed by guilt, I walked on by

[Bridge]
The darkness consuming light
It was never true or right
Just illusions dressed as dreams
An image of what will never be

[Chorus]
I have watched them come
I have watched them fall
One by one... until now

[Verse 3]
In the corner, a child peered an eye
You could see the evil that had died
In death it fed on what was left
Chains latched... leather tied and bond

[Bridge 2]
A forsaken soul, never left, never found
The light that once was made no sound
No words to speak, no ways to feel
Protected in pain, warped in fear

[Breakdown]
I had to leave... I said goodbye
A person, a version, I’ll never be
Seeing through my soul, I ran
Chasing down this man... this new version of me

[Outro]
One by one...
They fell
And I remained
Reborn

🔻 Personal Reflection
There’s a version of me that I carried for way too long—like a corpse I kept dressing up just to convince myself it was still alive. Writing Blue Rust was a way to finally admit that I let something inside me rot, and I kept calling it strength.
This song came from a place of emotional conflict... not quite grieving, not quite angry—just standing at that edge where you realize some damage doesn’t heal, it transforms you.
I think part of healing is admitting that not everything inside you deserves to survive. Sometimes the most loving thing you can do... is let it die.
But even then, parts of it still flicker. And that’s what this song wrestles with—the echoes of who you were and the fear that you're still capable of being them again.
It’s not about perfection. It’s about choosing a different road, even when it’s unfamiliar and painful as hell. That’s what I did. That’s what Blue Rust is.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
This track is a mirror of what 4Me2BeFree stands for: emotional confrontation through cinematic storytelling. We don’t write songs just to sound cool—we write them to survive.
Every note of Blue Rust is built on truth, regret, and rebirth. It reflects our belief that music can be a vehicle for letting go... not just of relationships, but of entire versions of yourself.
For anyone standing at the edge of their old life, wondering if they can step into something new... this one’s for you.

🔻 Copyright Notice
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Blue Rust

🔻 Song Insight
"Summer of ’94" captures a hazy, golden snapshot of youth—those fleeting, untamed moments before life carved its lessons into us. This track is a slow-burn acoustic memoir of bonfires, backseats, and the blurry edge of innocence. It’s about the last time you were allowed to not know who you were... and didn’t care. With vivid images of trespassed woods, first kisses, and late-night radio static, the lyrics ache with longing—not just for people or places, but for the version of yourself that still believed time stood still.

Underneath the warm tones is a deeper tension: the realization that nostalgia is both a comfort and a wound. For anyone who's ever looked back and wished they could warn their younger self—or simply stay a little longer—this song hits home.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
light acoustic strumming, distant crickets, soft splash

[Verse 1]
Sun kissed my lips
Wishing for something more
Dip my head, hear a splash
Summer of ‘94

Radio’s on, jamming to our songs
DD batteries… flashlights gone
“Don’t tell Dad!”
Staying up ‘til the crack of dawn
Perfect ways before the days were gone

[Chorus]
Down old dirt roads nobody knows
“Keep Out” signs just felt like jokes
Walking through the woods ‘til there were none
Just a smoke, a laugh, and a run
Hit that water like it called your name
Cannonball joy, never the same

[Verse 2]
Who dared to jump? Of course he did
Slow motion fall with a rebel grin
Skinny dipping ‘cause we could
No one gonna stop wild hearts in the woods

No worries, no weight to carry
Just background noise and dreams we buried
Talking about a future we’d never see
Just dreaming like kids should be

[Bridge]
It was the last year ignorance could be bliss
The only confusion... who I wanted to kiss
I split the dare and kissed them both
He was sweet, she was fire—why not both?

[Chorus]
Down old dirt roads nobody knows
Skipping rocks and letting go
Back of trucks, hot vinyl seats
Ash trays, crushes, and sticky bare feet
If I knew what the future held
I’d beg myself to stay right there

[Outro]
Bonfire glow and firefly light
In fields that felt like they’d last all night
Moon shined down while that song played
No dance floor needed, just hearts that swayed
Summer of ‘94…
fade with fire crackle and soft strumming

🔻 Personal Reflection
This song wrecked me a little. Not while writing it—but afterward, when I listened and realized how much of that version of me is gone.

I don’t usually dive into nostalgia, because it hits too hard. There’s something about looking back at a time when your identity was still fluid, when a kiss didn’t need a label, and when love felt infinite because the world hadn’t taught you yet what it could take away. I didn’t understand what freedom meant then—but I felt it. And now, chasing it as an adult feels heavier... more complicated.

I wrote this to honor the firelight in those memories, not to live in the past, but to let it sing one last time before I move on. Maybe that’s what healing is—letting your ghosts harmonize with your present.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is about turning feeling into form. Every song is a time capsule… not just for me, but for anyone who’s ever stood in two worlds at once: childhood and adulthood, grief and hope, shame and freedom. Summer of ’94 fits into a larger arc of reclaiming identity through memory, blending cinematic storytelling with acoustic simplicity. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s meant to remind you that sometimes... the past isn’t just a memory—it’s a map.

🔻 Copyright Notice
"All lyrics and content featured in this post are protected under copyright (© 2025) and have been securely time-locked and validated through a crypto-based verification system to ensure originality and ownership. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of any part of these works without explicit consent is strictly prohibited."

Summer of 94'

I'm not sure there is a need for me to describe this. Its about getting high.

High

"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.

Walk… Walk… Walk Away - COTC

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