Some lessons hit different when you grow into them.
This one’s for the late realizations, the good hurt, and every moment that made you feel something real.

Worth the Squeeze


Some things can’t be taught, only remembered.

This spoken word piece is about those quiet truths we carry not through lessons or facts, but through feeling, through silence, through something passed along the edges of time.

It’s about the mysteries we don’t need to solve to trust.

About how memory, intuition, and unseen presence might all be part of the same phenomenon whether it’s angels, ancestral echoes, or something we just haven’t named yet.

It asks us to stop reaching so hard for proof… and instead, just sit by the fire, and listen.

Because if you’ve ever felt the truth in something you’ve never known
You’re not alone.

You’re part of the knowing.


[Opening – The Spark]

There is a knowing
Not taught in books
Not earned by age
Not proven in a lab

It rises like mist before rain.
Like music you remember—before you’ve heard it
It hums in your bones
It visits in dreams
It hides in silence
waiting

[The Watchers – A Shared Signal]

When I was young
I saw something I couldn’t explain
silent watchers standing in my room

Years later
my daughter
in the same room
saw them too

Different times
Same presence
We never spoke of it
until we did

They came in silence, unknown and near
No halos bright, no message clear
I never knew what they could be
Not ghosts, not dreams, not something strange
But angels, standing just out of range

[What We Carry]

There are truths we carry
Not because we lived them
But because someone did

Long ago
And somehow
they whispered it into us
Through genes
Through silence
Through dreams we never asked for

A memory with no origin
A knowing with no name

[The Phenomenon Between Souls]

And when two people stay close long enough
they begin to think in tandem
Not telepathy
not magic
just resonance

A feeling passed before it’s spoken
A message received before it’s sent
Whether I place thoughts in her head
or she places them in mine
I no longer question it

I just call it
the knowing

[The Invitation]

You don’t need to explain it
You don’t need to chase it
Just sit with it

Let it rise.
Through memory
Through stillness
Through the breath between thoughts

[Outro – For the Listener]

So if you’ve ever felt
The echo of a place you’ve never been
Grieved for someone you never met
Or known the answer before the question

You’re not broken
You’re not imagining things

You’re part of the knowing.

Sit by the fire
And let it speak

The Knowing

This song is inspired by the vision of a woman who claimed she died, crossed into the spirit realm, and returned with a message of hope. She spoke of a Golden Age a time between 2012 and 2032 when corruption would be dismantled, truth revealed, and compassion would rise to guide humanity forward.

Her prophecy was not of doomsday, but of cleansing: false leaders falling away, and pure-hearted people stepping into the light. She even described the presence of cosmic “watchers” beings safeguarding humanity, ready to step in if the fire grows too near.

“Imagine a Golden Age” is a reflection of that vision. It is a song about hope through struggle, renewal after reckoning, and the dream of a world where love and truth prevail.

[Verse 1]
Imagine a golden age to come
Where hearts beat true, together as one
No chains of power, no voices that deceive
A world reborn in what we believe

[Chorus]
Imagine a golden age
Where truth and mercy write the page
Compassion rising, fear erased
Love will reign, and hope embraced

[Verse 2]
The false will fall, the masks will fade
A brighter time for the soul is made
Not with war, not with rage
But with hearts that turn the page

[Bridge]
Through the storms before the light
We’ll find our way, we’ll make it right
And if the fire should draw too near
The Watchers wait they will appear

[Chorus]
Imagine a golden age
Where kindness rules, and hate’s displaced
Every soul a guiding flame
Together whole, together changed

[Outro]
If the fire grows too near
The Watchers will appear
Not alone, not lost within
That’s when the Watchers step in

Imagine a golden age to come
Where hearts beat true, together as one

 Together as one

Hearts beat true

As one

Imagine A Golden Age

Some songs don’t come from promises of forever.
They come from the quiet truth that nothing in this life lasts.

This one is for Wendy for the forty-plus years of laughter, struggle, and love we’ve shared, from Chicago winters to Carolina skies. It’s for the family that grew out of that love: our children, and our three grandsons, each on their own path, each a reminder that what we’ve built goes on.

The song doesn’t hide from the hard truth: time runs out, and one day, one of us will be left carrying the silence. But it also holds the comfort that love outlasts the moment. One of us will whisper, while the other holds the song and in that, the music never truly ends.

[Verse 1]

It’s not the photographs we framed on the wall
Or the moves from Chicago to Carolina fall
It’s not the miles we traveled or the house that we lost
Not the bills we paid down or the bridges we crossed

It’s the way you stood steady when I lost my song,
Your quiet reminder of where I belong.

[Chorus]

It’s the truth that our road has an ending
One of us will walk this path alone
If we’re blessed, we’ll watch our grandsons growing
And rest where distance no longer cuts to the bone
Maybe the years will grant us gentle mercy
One of us will whisper, while the other holds the song

[Verse 2]

So I’ll work ’til the day they give me time to rest
Pray for strength and mercy, nothing more, nothing less
If the day should come that leaves one chair alone
The tune we kept will find the one at home

[Bridge]

Two grandsons grown, their lives taking flight
Another close by, learning new ways to shine bright
Each in their journey, they carry our song
Proof that the love we’ve built keeps moving on

[Final Chorus]

It’s the truth that our road has an ending
But what we’ve built will keep on living strong
The good Lord has kept us, may He grant us more
We’ll hold on ’til the twilight calls us home
Maybe the years will grant us gentle mercy
One of us will whisper, while the other holds the song

It’s the truth that our road has an ending
One of us will whisper, while the other holds the song

One of Us Will Whisper

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Cotton Road Lullaby

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The joy of my awareness 
Is the expansion  
of my soul 
as my Crimson is 
being shown. 
The world is seen 
Through what I know. 
The question is, 
“Do I have the acceptance 
To see this humility?” 
To listen and understand 
My true calamity. 
To nurture and heal 
my sub personalities. 
Developed through 
my traumatic reality. 
I pray for the grace 
in me.  
The knowledge to see. 
The safety from wisdom. 
To touch the soul 
in me. 
The intrinsic leaping 
of a continuous spirit 
through eternity. 
Not tied to the past 
as I am allowed  
to stare 
at other’s happy atmosphere. 
While I continue  
to make myself plead 
this ephemeral sorrow 
that is strangling me. 
Why don’t I understand 
That this psycho-drama 
can be 
my Brahma. 
No more self-casted upon 
or blame mama. 
I am surrounded by 
the love of God. 
This glimpse of salvation 
Leads me away 
from my own destructive 
reservations. 
I am not the saboteur  
of my own life today. 
The resounding love 
surrounds me 
as I sit 
and meditate 
and pray. 
The ecumenical  
Joy of awareness. 
Just for today. 
Grant me the willingness, 
for my spirit to stay. 
The depth of my perception 
needs to become 
greater than  
any subjugation. 
For my spirit to become free 
in the complications 
of the world I see. 
I will not cut 
And watch myself bleed. 
I know that love 
Is my path 
To be freed.

The Expansion of My Soul

This new version revisits one of my earliest songs a raw cry from the working class still caught in a rigged game. It’s the same story, but with sharper edges and clearer eyes. The struggle hasn’t changed, but neither has the spirit. We’re still standing, still hoping, and still refusing to fold.

[Verse 1]
Rising before dawn, chasing our fading dreams
Working jobs that barely pays enough for our needs
Just enough to bring us back each day
Each morning's light calls us to the fray

Have we become their machines, doing their dirty deeds?  
So they can play as we struggle to meet our needs.  
The self absorbed acquire more than one could ever need,  
While the working class suffers with broken knees.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the struggles to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

[Bridge]

The game is stacked, we're mere tokens on its board,  
Racing 'round the squares, as our dreams are ignored.  
Just to spend what we earn on another round played,  
Stuck in this loop, while our hopes slowly  fade. 

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

It's time for change, for balance to be found,  
Let the privileged understand the struggle all around.  
Tighten their belts, share some wealth with grace,  
So families can live secure, in their rightful place.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real


[Outro]

A  more balanced structure we need, not just for now,  
To inspire us all to continue and take a bow.  
When fairness is given, and justice is true,  
The game will feel new, and hope will ensue.

Stuck in the Game  (The Working Man’s Cry)

We Love You Frank.

Smooth bilingual R&B for the late hours. “You Already Know” is the sound of quiet confidence, that moment when words fade and connection consumes. A soulful continuation of the Coffee Shop Bangerz story, wrapped in warmth, rhythm, and midnight energy.

You Already Know

This isn’t a song built for radio.
It’s not dressed up to impress.
It doesn’t try to “win” an argument or pick a side.

These are just the words I grew up with.
The way respect sounded in a kitchen.
The way disagreement felt when it didn’t break anything.
The way family, neighbors, and country used to overlap.

My parents didn’t wear party colors when they raised us.
They didn’t need to “own” anybody.
We could disagree and still share the same table.
We could listen.
We could laugh.
We could stay human.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot how to do that.

This song is just my way of remembering 
and maybe reminding someone else who remembers too.

It isn’t perfect.
It doesn’t always rhyme.
But it’s my truth.
And maybe it’s yours too.

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[Verse 1]
One thing I remember clearly from childhood:
My parents never wore their “colors” they raised us good

Looking back, Dad probably was Republican.
Mom had her own mind thoughtful, respectful, 
Kept the family shoulder to shoulder at one table.

But they didn’t raise us in tribes.
They raised us in discipline and love.
You ate what was on your plate.
You showed respect.
You didn’t have to agree 
but you didn’t get to disrespect either.

[Chorus]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Verse 2 ]
They didn’t call people names for thinking differently.
They didn’t need to win every argument.
They didn’t need to “own” anyone.

We could disagree and still sit at the same table.
Still laugh in the same kitchen.
Still love each other by the time the lights went out.

[Chorus ]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Verse 3]
Somewhere along the line, we lost that.
We turned differences into teams.
We turned opinions into identities.
We started treating each other like opponents, not neighbors.

And that’s not how I was raised.
And it’s not how we have to live.

Respect doesn’t mean we agree.
Respect means we remember the human in front of us.

I believe we can get back to that 
because I’ve seen it.
I grew up in it.

[Final Chorus]
We don’t have to match to matter.
We don’t have to think the same to belong.
Pull up a chair, the table’s still open.
We’ve been family all along.

[Outro - gentle guitar fade]

One Family, One Country, One Table

This song is about the moment a man finally stops resisting the truth he’s felt his whole life.
A truth carried not in sermons or headlines, but in the wind, in the quiet, ancient voice that rises from the land itself.

It’s the sound of Echo hearing what his father once knew,
what his mother carried in her blood,
what the ancestors whispered long before he was born.

It’s the confession that we didn’t embrace the old ways… we erased them,
and the realization that the path forward may actually bend back
toward the harmony, humility, and balance we abandoned.

This is the moment Echo steps into who he was meant to be 
not through politics, not through ambition,
but by listening to the earth beneath his feet.

When the wind finally speaks… he’s ready to hear it.


[Verse 1 ]

I heard a voice in the wind today,
Calling my name in a quiet way.
I shook it off like a passing storm,
But something in me wouldn’t stay warm.

I’ve built a life on climbing high,
A future carved in stone and sky
But now the world feels paper-thin,
And something ancient pulls me in.

[Pre-Chorus – The Whisper]

I tried to ignore it, pushed it aside,
But the wind kept knocking from the other side…

[Chorus – The Message Begins]

“We didn’t embrace the old ways,
We erased them,” the wind seemed to say.
“The land remembers what we forgot
Balance broken, harmony lost.”

And I don’t know why it hit so deep
Why a whisper could wake what I tried to keep
Buried low…
Where no one knows…
What the wind tried to tell me.

[Verse 2 – Bill’s Voice in Memory]

I heard my father’s voice somewhere,
Soft as dust in the summer air:
“Son, we belong to the land, you see…
Not the other way, that’s the key.”

I always brushed him off as old,
A man with stories carved in gold.
But now those words that made no sense
Are haunting every argument.

[Pre-Chorus – Echo Fighting It]

I’m a man with plans, a rising name
Why should I listen to wind or flame?

[Chorus – Wind Grows Stronger]

But “We didn’t embrace the old ways,
We erased them,” the wind kept saying.
“The earth won’t heal til you understand
You’re part of her. She’s not your land.”

And somewhere inside, though I tried to hide,
Something cracked open wide…
When the wind tried to tell me.

[Bridge – The Pendulum Tilt]

Maybe the truth isn’t loud or grand,
Maybe it comes like a drum through the sand
A heartbeat low, beneath our feet,
A memory rising when we feel defeat.

I don’t know what I’m meant to be
A leader, a voice, or a refugee
From everything I used to believe…
But the wind keeps calling me.

[Final Chorus – Acceptance Begins]

“We didn’t embrace the old ways,
We erased them…”
Now I hear it clear as day.
And maybe this path I chose to claim
Is bending back toward my father’s flame.

I’m not ready
But I’m listening…
To what the wind
Is telling me.

What the Wind Tried to Tell Me

Mark & Wendy Cunico:  marcodaddio Creations

Songwriters blending Blues, Rock, Soul, Folk, Gospel, Country & Pop.   Telling real stories through AI-powered music.

What the Wind Tried to Tell Me

marcodaddio (Mark Cunico)

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