Name: Starting tomorrow by Quantum me in Top 16 Most Liked || Quantum me
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Description: A song for the narcissist in your life. And if you don't know who that is...

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Laid back track written in Paris about trying to have a deep and meaningful with someone who will never ever have a deep and meaningful.

Hold me

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Whiskey Tears • TOLKA BUTCHER

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℗ 2025 TB Records, under exclusive license to EMI Records Ltd.

Released on: 2025-09-12

Artist: TOLKA BUTCHER
Lyricist: TOLKA BUTCHER
Producer: TOLKA BUTCHER
Executive Producer: TB Records, Inc.
Composer: TOLKA BUTCHER

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Whiskey Tears

A song for the narcissist in your life. And if you don't know who that is...

Starting tomorrow

Welcome to the weekend!

BREAK THE QUIET

They said my soul was split between two worlds. But the fracture was where the light could get in. I'm not a visitor anymore—I am a citizen of both. This is my anthem of finally feeling whole. #StarlightCitizen is out now. Part of My Twin Soul Sage light novel.✨

Starlight citizen

September gold

Dead To Me

We can be strangers if that's what you'd like.

Wake up

No need to shout, we see clearer with the lights out. 

Soul survivors

Do the walls we build to protect us become the prisons that destroy us?

Learning To Walk

Beauty in the ruins

Detriment


From the mountains of Tibet
To the deserts burning red
From the islands in the Pacific
To where the Amazon is fed
We are walking different pathways
Speaking in a thousand tongues
But the same blood moves through all of us
The same breath fills our lungs

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Every person plays a role

In the cities made of concrete
In the villages of stone
Some are born with everything
Some are struggling alone
But whether fortune smiled upon you
Or the world has been unkind
We all hold a piece of something
Larger than one life can find

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Every person plays a role

From the farmer in the valley
To the scholar in the hall
From the mother rocking babies
To the builder raising walls
Every hand that's doing labor
Every heart that's choosing love
Adds another thread of beauty
To the pattern up above

We are the thread in the fabric
Each one matters, each one true
I am the stitch that binds us
You the color coming through
We are the thread in the fabric
Woven into something whole
Every single strand essential
Yes, every person plays a role



The Thread in the Fabric

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

7  OH

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

Starting tomorrow

Quantum me

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