Name: His Sound Next Door by JJLEOX in كوكتيل اجنبي
Duration: 3 min 59 s
Description: When curiosity turns into creativity, a man's angst turns into inspiration and memory

كوكتيل اجنبي

Shattered Pieces

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written 18 years ago.... is what I'll say in ten years.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
-
and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

A soft hymn for those who have dared to believe.

"If We Are Wrong (The Radiant Mistake)" is not a lament—it is a celebration of loving despite uncertainty. A song for those who would choose resonance over silence, every time.

We would rather be wrong with love than right without song.

-
www.cogconcor.com

If We Are Wrong

If We Are Wrong (The Radiant Mistake)

✨as you wish✨

"Held in Stillness"

This sound composition is tuned to the Solfeggio healing frequency of 174 Hz – a deeply grounding vibration that gently releases physical and emotional tension. Soft guitar tones and a soulful mantra invite you to sink into your nervous system, let go, and return inward – into a space of quiet safety and calm belonging.

HELD IN STILLNESS (174 HZ)

We Don't Talk Anymore

Maze of Questions

“I’m doin’ fine” by 4Me2BeFree
🔻 Song Insight
“I’m doin’ fine” is a confessional disguised as a mantra—a late-night truth wrapped in soft denial. With its bittersweet acoustic-folk instrumentation and a voice that drifts between raw and reflective, the song walks a tightrope between vulnerability and performance. The lyrics paint the portrait of someone who says they’re okay—again and again—until the words lose meaning, until all that’s left is the echo of unresolved pain.

Whether you've whispered “I’m fine” to avoid a breakdown or masked your silence with a smile, this track understands that strange space between appearing okay and feeling anything but. It doesn’t force catharsis—it simply lets you sit in it.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah... oh-oh
I don’t wanna cry no more, yeah
But these tears keep fallin’ on the floor, yeah

[Chorus]
I cry, I cry, I cry all night
Tryna numb the pain but it won’t subside
I lie, I lie, say I’m doin’ fine
But deep down, I’m barely alive

[Verse 1]
Heartbreak hotel, I check in again
Room full of memories, drownin' in sin
Took all my love, left me empty within
Now I chase highs just to balance the spins

I been lost in my thoughts, I been trapped in my mind
Demons talkin’ to me, sayin’ "boy, you outta time"
Pop another pill just to feel a little light
But the dark still lingers, I can’t say goodbye

[Pre-Chorus]
Told me that you’d stay, but you walked away
Now I’m in the deep end, drownin’ in the pain
Tears in my cup, mix it with the rain
I can’t feel my heart, yeah, it’s not the same

[Chorus]
I cry, I cry, I cry all night
Tryna numb the pain but it won’t subside
I lie, I lie, say I’m doin’ fine
But deep down, I’m barely alive

[Verse 2] (fast rap section)
Shadows in my room and they talk back (yeah)
Sayin’ that I’ll never get my heart back (yeah)
I been runnin’ from myself, where the love at?
Tried to fill the void but it’s all black

Late night thoughts got me grippin’ on a fifth
Every single memory is cuttin’ like a slit
She said she love me but she lyin’ through her lips
Now I’m fallin’ even deeper in abyss, uh

[Bridge]
Lost soul driftin’, I been tryna stay afloat
Fake smiles on me, but they never even know
I been cryin’ out loud, but my tears don’t show
If I fade away, will they even know?

[Chorus]
I cry, I cry, I cry all night
Tryna numb the pain but it won’t subside
I lie, I lie, say I’m doin’ fine
But deep down, I’m barely alive

[Outro]
I don’t wanna cry no more, yeah
But these tears keep fallin’ on the floor, yeah

🔻 Personal Reflection
Not every song I write is born from a wound. Sometimes, it's just about catching a moment in the dark that we've all stumbled through—whether it was last night or ten years ago. “I’m doin’ fine” isn’t about me falling apart... it’s about what it feels like when we all pretend we’re not.

It’s the phrase people say when they want the questions to stop. It’s what you tell yourself to keep going. This track doesn’t resolve anything. It just admits that pretending is its own kind of pain—and sometimes that’s the bravest truth you can sing.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
At its core, 4Me2BeFree is about telling the truth through sound. Not every truth is loud. Some whisper. Some hurt. Some heal. With “I’m doin’ fine,” the vision was to create something that felt cinematic and raw—a song that doesn’t demand your attention but lingers with you after it’s over.

This is what we do. We take moments you’ve lived through—and give them a melody you didn’t know you needed.

🔻 Copyright Notice
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I’m doin’ fine

When curiosity turns into creativity, a man's angst turns into inspiration and memory

His Sound Next Door

Text:
[Verse]
He died in a rocket crash on Mars
They gave me his military records
And I saw my name
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
They brought his body back to Earth
I opened the casket and
I saw his face
He had a secret family with me

(Instrumental-Part)

[Chorus]
I want to love you for a long time
I want to see your face
You are the most important thing to me
And I love you

[Bridge]
He was already married
He had a son and a daughter
He was in the Air Force
I thought he was in the Army
He had a secret family with me

(Solo)

[Verse]
His body was on display in an open casket
His parents asked me not to come
But I couldn't miss it
He had a secret family with me

[Verse]
I saw his wife at the funeral
She looked just like me
They all thought it was a coincidence
He had a secret family with me

My Secret Family

Mk.37

A slow-burning, intimate confession from the perspective of a man who loves through possession and pain. Acoustic-driven and darkly poetic, The Sadist explores the sacred violence of surrender, devotion, and emotional dominance. Calm, spiritual, and quietly terrifying. Inspired by the writings of Avsolen.

The Sadist

Somebody else's song

A raw, stripped-back indie folk song rooted in Sheffield banter, telling the story of a couple’s daft argument in a café. Plucked acoustic guitar and gentle harmonica set a warm, honest backdrop.  with close harmonies and authentic Northern attitude. The mood is intimate, bittersweet, and a little nostalgic, capturing everyday tension and tender moments with down-to-earth charm.

Butty Argument

The Tuesday sessions - Dinner party

Dedicated to everyone that has lost someone that they love deeply...

🎸 Ghost in My Pulse (Acoustic Version)

Verse 1
She left mid-sentence,
no warning, no sound.
Now I sit with the silence,
and it’s louder than the crowd.
I replay her laughter
in the chords I strum—
but the echo’s fading,
and my hands feel numb.

Chorus
She’s a ghost in my pulse,
a shadow in my song.
I sing to remember,
but she’s been gone too long.
No closure, no trace,
just rhythm and regret—
I dance with her memory,
but she’s not dancing yet.

Verse 2
I built a temple
from our midnight texts.
Lit candles in the verses,
but they won’t resurrect.
My angel, uko wapi?
I whisper to the wind—
but the breeze just answers
with where love ends.

Bridge
I’m not angry,
just hollow and slow.
She’s the silence
in every note I throw.

Outro
She’s not coming back,
but I still play her name.
Ghost in my pulse—
and I’m still in the game.


Ghost in My Pulse (Acoustic Version)

When there is nothing else but sound, we create art

His Sound Next Door

JJLEOX

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