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trying different styles while high.
dropping in the soundcloud for everyone to ignore 🤭

track credit - pandrezz day at the beach 


high rez

"If you can go home.. you are wealthy beyond your dreams".

Your Home Now (Cookie Mix)

Something different this time, a collab with a young french poetress with lots of talent. Enjoy !

https://www.tiktok.com/@maux.damour

In French we dont say I Love You [Collab XX Roses]

Out of Reach.   New original music by @wishsammich. #alerrnative #rockabilly #americana

Out Of Reach

Altr-SLP

Happy 21

The tiny temple - Juggler of Sound remix

Alain GUERIN - MEMOIRES DE VIE | TransparentMind Remix

For Mom

Ashes & Rust

It’s two in the morning, the sirens blare slow,
The avenue shivers in blue and red glow.
Your name comes in crackles like some AM band—
A prayer half-erased by a tremoring hand.

They said you grew feathers, or maybe just fled—
The house in Montclair with the books by the bed.
I still have your postcards, the margins all burned,
That poem you scratched where the page wouldn't turn.

Oh, the silver thread you pulled through the storm,
Tied to my finger to keep myself warm.
And Mary — yes, she’s here — she still waits by the door,
She's always right there and ready for more.

Do you still wear that coat — the one stitched with stars?
The collar all frayed from the backseat of cars.
It smelled like wet cedar and missed subway stops,
You’d vanish for months with your key to the shop.

I dreamt you last night in your Lutheran coat,
You said, “Don’t forgive me, just finish the note.”
And I did, though it bled through the back of the page—
The ink like a memory you couldn’t quite cage.

Oh, the silver thread you wove through your flight,
Lit up like tinsel and burned into night.
And Mary — she still sings in the kitchen at dawn,
But her voice, it has shadows where yours would belong.

Well, what can I tell you, my ghost from the floor?
You left in a hurry, but you haunt even more.
I saw your reflection in windows half-shut,
And the mail you addressed me still smells of burnt 

Oh, the silver thread, it frays where it ends,
But I still wear the knot where your silence extends.
And Mary — she forgives you, and where you have been,
And I… I remember you more than you mean.

Wicker Street

@officialmicrophonemafia 🏴 ⛓️  streaming Apple & Spotify as well . God bless

For Mom

Matt James

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