A bold yet intimate anthem about reclaiming your voice after years of being unheard. “Echo in the Static” pulses with quiet defiance, turning soft resilience into powerful resonance. It's about finding strength in vulnerability and learning to be loud in your own way.

Echo in the Static

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[Verse 1]
You came ‘round in the morning like you didn’t disappear
Left lipstick on the counter and regret in my mirror
You say, “It’s complicated,” like that’s news to me
But I’ve been solving puzzles since you lost your key

[Pre-Chorus]
I poured my love in your half-empty glass
Watched you sip it slow, then let it pass
You said you’re scared to feel too much
So why’d you come back for that midnight touch?

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Verse 2]
Your records still spin like nothing’s wrong
But the silence between the songs is long
You wear that charm like it don’t cost a thing
But darling, lies ain't gold, they just glitter and sting

[Pre-Chorus]
Told your mama I was just a phase
She said I deserved a better place
You keep your truth behind your smile
But I’ve been wise to that for a while

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Bridge – spoken/sung style]
I’d rather dance alone in my red suede shoes
Than share my bed with your shifting moods
Don’t need your maybe, I want your more
But I ain’t beggin’ like I did before

[Final Chorus – soft at first, builds up]
No, I can’t keep loving with half a heart
You’re a haunted tune in a broken chart
I’m done with the guessing, done with the art
Of holding together what falls apart
So take your silence, take your part—
And leave me whole, with my full heart

Half a heart

half a heart

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Nowhere to Run


Well moneyed.
Well dressed,
All the cards
Held to his chest.
Never known what going without means.
Nice suit, 
nice car,
Heaven knows 
he’ll go far.
Silver spoons don’t tarnish in this scene.


Right school,
Right voice,
Talking proper,
Ain’t a choice.
Got to have the breeding and the wealth.
Top dog,
Top job,
City gents,
Earn a few bob,
One dozen mansions don’t pay for themselves.


Oh, Mister Moneybags
(la la la la la)
Won’t you spare a sixpence for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags,
(la la la la la)
Don’t you have a bit to spare for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know there’s more to life than this?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know your life isn’t so rich?
 

Got married,
Young wife.
Hates his guts,
But likes the life.
Waited on and pandered to all day.
She cheats,
He strays.
Got the maid,
In the family way
She won’t tell, but he’s gonna have to pay.


All front,
No heart
Nobody taught,
Him the part
Of how to be a decent human being
No friends,
No love,
It may rain money,
From above.
That don’t mean you’re some kind of a king.


All front,
No heart
Nobody taught,
Him the part
Of how to be a decent human being
No friends,
No love,
It may rain money,
From above.
That don’t mean you’re some kind of a king.


Oh, Mister Moneybags
(la la la la la)
Won’t you spare a sixpence for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags,
(la la la la la)
Don’t you have a bit to spare for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know there’s more to life than this?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know your life isn’t so rich?
 
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know there’s more to life than this?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know your life isn’t so rich?

Dancing with the Devil

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