Next Year (feat. Windser)

I'm Not Dead Yet

NO BAD DAYS (feat. Collett)

Sometime before now, I was in the studio with a friend of mine who also writes songs for a living. As often happens when songwriters hang out, we were trading tunes. He would play one on the guitar, then I would play one. Back and forth…back and forth into the LA night. Eventually I played a song and my buddy asked me, “What inspired you to write that?” I told him it was the story of a relationship I used to have, mixed up with some things I’d just plain imagined. He looked in my eyes deeply, and in a tone that made the words seem of more than ordinary significance, he said, 

“Why don’t you just tell the truth?” 

That night I started this project. 

I Took a Pill in Ibiza, Buried in Detroit, Be As You Are, and Not That Simple are four songs selected from my upcoming album. They are best listened to the way they were written: at night, and alone. I hope you enjoy.


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At Night, Alone.

Be As You Are

A young woman named Penny is locked away in a stone chapel by the sinister reverend, her hope fading with every passing dawn as hunger and isolation gnaw at her spirit. But when Bradley arrives at the vicarage—tractor rumbling, clutching a mysterious artefact in need of translation—possibility stirs anew. As Penny struggles to call out for help with her weakening, rasping voice, a tale of resilience unfolds where sunlight, birdsong, and the courage to hope might mean the difference between captivity and rescue.

Morning At The Chapel

New track off my new album coming out this week.

Night Circus

Nowhere Man

Glamorama

I remember when you slipped away
Like sand inside the pocket couldn't stop it once it started babe
Sex went from a blessing to a phase
A form less expressive
Plastic    

Slanted, Broken, bent and fitted wrong
A slow mo incision, your vicious
I miss when you were my favorite song
Now I don't know the lyrics anymore

And I know we're both better off 
Eventho it doesn't feel that way at all
When a true love does come along
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall

Wicker from the candles you would burn
I still smell your cigarettes in all my favorite shirts but

Just another lesson I should learn
A game for the reckless 
Tetris 
Battle ship is sunk I'm  drunk and high 
My heads desecrated 
my heart is still alive
I wore out all my welcomes 
Im done with being selfish

Be As You Are

Mike Posner