🎧 Song Insight: "Yeah...."
A fogged-up windshield. Static on the stereo. Two kids in silence, smoke curling through unspoken things. “Yeah....” isn’t just a mood—it’s a memory trapped in the backseat, where time slows down and even failure feels poetic. A blend of spoken confessions and low, haunting melodies, this song captures that liminal space between not caring and caring too much. For anyone who ever skipped school, lit up with shaking fingers, or tried to disappear into the right song—this is your moment, frozen in reverb.

🎙️ Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My song is skipping
Didn't miss a beat
Never worked
That adapter was cheap

[Verse 2]
In the back seat by the window
Watching smoke curl around his fingers
Thinking that would be neat
I watched as the ash fell just to see
He was looking at me
I turned away and took a drag
Pretended I was mad

[Verse 3]
Shit—I forgot to do my homework
Still half-stoned from last night
We stayed up all night on the phone

Didn’t matter
It’s too late
I was already failing
Wished he’d just give up

[Interlude]

[Verse 4]
But the world being wrong didn’t matter
My song was on
In that moment...
nothing was wrong
Even if it was just for a second
Everything could feel right

[Bridge]
It was my film
A cinematic scene
Some other show
on some other planet

[Verse 5]
But you knew—it was you
You were the star
And as the camera pulled back
you looked past your reflection
past the weight of one more mistake
you weren’t ready to let go

[Outro:Extended]
The words flood your head
We’re supposed to be young
We’re supposed to be dumb
We’re supposed to sing along
to another fucking song


💭 Artist Reflection
I didn’t write this song. I remembered it. Or maybe it remembered me.
This isn’t a fantasy or a metaphor—it’s what it felt like to be almost invisible but still alive.
You didn’t need plot back then. You just needed someone to pick you up and not ask questions.
We didn't have therapy—we had the right cassette.

🔊 About 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is a memory loop you forgot you recorded—half nostalgia, half raw nerve. Every track is a cinematic echo of a life still healing in real-time.

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Yeah.....

We wore the nettle shirts
They burned into our skin
No stars above the forest
Just feathers soaked in sin
She tried to call us backwards
With thread and silent prayer
But we were never waiting
We never asked to care

Six ravens
Black as bone—
We fly slow.
We don’t go home.
Six voices—
One vow to keep.
No forgiveness.
No sleep.

The youngest broke his wing
To save a dying doe
The eldest cracked his beak
To speak what none could know
But kindness made us brittle
And freedom wore too thin
We kept the wings she hated
We chose the fire within

Six shadows
On burning stone—
We see all.
We fly alone.
Six feathers—
Ink and flame.
No forgiveness.
Only name.

She gave us thread and hope
We gave her back a storm
Her prayers were never truth
Just masks she tried to warm
We are what she created
No spell can pull us down
We fly with dusk in mouth
We wear her like a crown

She lit the sky with smoke
To end the curse she gave
But we were past redemption
Too far for her to save
No thread could catch our shape
No name could draw us home
We hunt without a master
Our hearts are black as bone

Six echoes
From broken skies—
We strike slow.
We close our eyes.
Six brothers—
No breath, no bleed.
No redemption.
Only need.

Six Ravens

“I’m Tired” was born from a moment of raw honesty—written late at night last September, during one of those soul-deep seasons when life just feels like too much.

It’s not the tiredness that sleep fixes. It’s the exhaustion that comes from years of fighting, surviving, and hoping against the odds—a tiredness that lives in the spirit, in the quiet spaces behind closed doors.

As Mental Health Awareness Month ends, and as another birthday passes, I wanted to give voice to what so many feel but rarely say out loud: the loneliness of carrying pain in silence, the invisible battle behind the brave face, and the ache of wondering if we’re “too broken” to be loved or healed.

It’s about naming the struggle, without shame or apology, and letting the truth just be—because sometimes, survival is the victory.

This song is a confession, a sigh, a prayer to anyone who’s ever felt spent but still managed to show up for one more day.

It’s a reminder that you’re not alone, and that every breath—no matter how weary—is enough.

And for me, it’s a way of honoring my own journey, one circle ’round the sun at a time.

If you hear yourself in these words, this song is for you.

I'm Tired

What Happened Whit Us

So, Mi Amor

“You Tried to Fix Me” is my response to Coldplay’s Fix You.
That song is beautiful—but I always felt like healing isn’t about someone saving you.
Sometimes, it’s about being seen without being solved.

This isn’t a song about blame. It’s about what happens when love comes with good intentions,
but not enough listening.
Not everyone needs to be rescued.
Some of us just need space to bloom—softly, quietly, and on our own terms.

I wasn’t broken.
Just buried.
Now blooming in the darkness.

You Tried to Fix Me

Pictures in the Hall

is a tribute to frayed guitars, busted voices, and those who keep going when everything else says stop.
It’s not about polish. It’s not about perfect rhyme.
It’s about guts, grit, and that one riff you never forget — even when your hands are shaking.

I see you

A moving folk ballad that gives voice to the elderly, reminding us to see the soul within, not just the frail body outside. Both a protest against indifference and a celebration of life’s journey.

Look Closer at Me

Verse 1

So much I couldn’t explain
in just one day
will you stay?

It’s hard for me to say
am I too late
or did you fade?

⸻

Bridge

Lost without you, what went wrong?
Chased your shadow, now you’re gone
I can’t find where I belong

⸻

Chorus

I’m losing my mind
can you hear me? It doesn’t feel right
I’m exploding inside
left with all the love you denied

⸻

Verse 2

I’m here with myself again
fighting the pain
driving me insane

A storm inside my brain
I need escape
is that too late?


Lost

Lyrics by Chris Martin Music (Christopher D Martin)

Stream

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I started in 1984 with a SL1200 and learned to scratch. In 1994 I did my first gig as a dj. I was nervous, but when I hit that play button on the Denon 2000, it was pure joy. I had learned how to beatmix with my SL1200, so I guess in the back of my mind it was easy for me. That night just went on and on, and when the club closed the owner asked me: "How did you get this gig?" I said the Dj that was suppose to play was sick, and he asked me to play. The owner looked at me and said: "Good! Tell him not to come back! You're hired" ......Woooow, I had goosebumps, and even tho the clock was 4 am I didn't feel tired! I just felt pure happiness and was so filled up with adrenaline! had to drive 70 km to get home, and I remember i sat and sang the whole ride home. 2012 I had to quit, due to family. But this year, 2024, I got the feelings back for the music! I have alot of lyrics I have written, some from 1998 and it's alot private emotions and personal feelings. Im struggling with mental illness, but I noticed that music had a huge effect on my health and I started to let the music speak for itself. I'm independent, so I do covers and some of my own material.

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