The lyrics make for a heartfelt folk-Americana ballad that captures the magic of childhood and the bond between an uncle and his nephew. Set against a warm campfire glow, it drifts through memories of make-believe monsters, mud pies, and the kind of laughter that makes time stand still. With gentle acoustic melodies and nostalgic storytelling, the song celebrates wonder, innocence, and the unspoken prayer to never lose the child within. It’s a lullaby for dreamers, a fireside tale for grown-ups who still believe in magic — and a reminder that the best days never really end, they just live on in memory.

Best Day Ever (for Brendon)

"Ode to Mi Familia" is a heartwarming bilingual song celebrating the enduring love and legacy of family. This track beautifully weaves together English and Spanish lyrics to tell a story of cherished memories, ancestral strength, and the foundational role family plays in shaping who we are. With its nostalgic melodies and sincere lyrics, it's a perfect listen for anyone seeking comfort, connection, and a deep appreciation for their roots.

Ode to Mi Familia

“She Called It Hope” is more than a song — it’s an heirloom of conscience, a son’s tribute to his mother’s quiet rebellion during one of America’s most turbulent chapters. Set against the backdrop of the 1971 May Day protests, this track carries the heartbeat of twelve thousand voices demanding peace — and one young woman who refused to let fear define her.

She Called It Hope

If your family Thanksgiving feels like a cross between Planes, Trains and Automobiles and a half-burnt Hallmark card, this one’s for you.

“A Song of Home, Chaos, & Grace” is my love letter to the messiest, loudest, most accidentally-beautiful holiday we pretend we’ve mastered. From dry turkey to flying grudges, from forgiveness flickering under bad lighting to those tiny childhood moments that somehow stick… this track wraps all of it into one warm, nostalgic, slightly chaotic embrace.

It’s storytelling.
It’s memory.
It’s the comfort of coming home—even if everything is on fire when you get there.

Hit play, pull up a chair, and pass the mashed potatoes.

At the Thanksgiving Table

A reclaimed pink triangle bursting with flowers, a red ribbon laid gently over its edge — and a song that carries the weight of every story we inherited.

This World AIDS Day piece is part tribute, part uprising.
It remembers the ones we lost, honors the ones who fought, and lifts up the ones still here. The song stands in that same lineage: fierce, unafraid, stitched with grief and glory. It speaks for the generation that never grew old, the lovers who stayed up through hospital-night after hospital-night, the activists who turned their rage into medicine, and the queer families who refused to let shame have the final word.

This isn’t just music — it’s memory you can dance to, mourn to, rise to.
It’s the echo of voices that refused to disappear.

For the fallen. For the living. For the future.
We sing. We remember. We endure.

— Mateo Alejandro 🎀🌹

Closets Packed: In Honor of World AIDS Day

This track jingles, shimmies, and struts down the holiday street like a sleigh with hips. Sleigh bells meet güiro, trumpets flirt with the cold air, and the whole beat snaps like Noche Buena under city lights.

If you’ve ever wanted jingle bells with sabor, this is it.
Turn it up, move your shoulders, wake the neighbors, and let the season swing.

🎄🔥 Feliz Navidad, pero con ritmo. 🔥🎄

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Bells con Ritmo

The holidays aren't perfect, and neither is Drunk Uncle. This is the hilarious, heartfelt, and ultimately responsible soundtrack to your chaotic Christmas Eve. Featuring slurred shouting, misplaced enthusiasm, and a critical reminder in the outro. A must-listen for anyone whose family holiday requires hidden carving knives.
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The Drunk Uncle Interlude

A Christmas break-up song for anyone who’s ever stared at wrapped gifts no one came to open.

Presents Under the Tree follows a holiday built on hope—unity at dinner, a spark at midnight—only for it all to fall apart. No kiss at New Year’s. No clean slate. Just resolutions breaking on day one and a heart trying to make sense of the quiet.

This track blends winter melancholy with the sting of truth: sometimes love doesn’t wait under the tree. Sometimes it doesn’t show up at all.

If you’ve ever been left with the lights still glowing and no one beside you—this one’s for you.

🎄💔✨
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Presents Under the Tree

“Lagrimitas y Yodelitos” is the Christmas anthem you didn’t know you needed — a Spanglish yodel-ballad for anyone who’s ever been a little heartbroken, a little dramatic, and a lot festive.

Blending Alpine yodeling with Latin warmth, this track wanders through snowy memories, lonely pinitos, and the kind of December melancholy only a true Xennial can yodel through. One minute you’re laughing, the next you’re clutching your chest like a telenovela cowboy staring at the first snowfall.

Yodel-ay-hee meets ay, caray — and suddenly Christmas hits different.

Turn it up, let the echo bounce off the ornaments, and if a tear or two slips out… hey, they’re just lagrimitas. The rest? Pure yodelitos.

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Lagrimitas y Yodelitos

A warm, nostalgic tribute to a small town’s glowing water tower—a guiding light for the weary and the wandering. Gentle folk-acoustic storytelling with heartfelt vocals, steady rhythm, and a hopeful, homeward pull. Cozy winter imagery, emotional sincerity, and a timeless sense of belonging.

The Water Tower’s Glow

I wrote this song years ago… but only now do I understand what it was really about. As a kid, I waited for Santa—listening for reindeer, watching the tree glow. But the man delivering my presents wasn’t flying through the sky… he was walking up our driveway in postal blue. I added a few new lines to honor the truth I finally see. This one’s for my dad—forever my Santa in disguise. Let the story unfold.

Santa in Disguise

Just a wayward paralegal residing in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, literally in the shadow of Pike’s Peak.

Santa in Disguise

Matéo

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