Q 20 - WHERE IS MY SOULFAMILY?

Overdose

[Verse 1] First taste, I was breathing you in,
Didn’t see the poison on your skin.
You had a way of pulling me near,
Chasing your high, drowning in fear.
And I took every drop, every sip, every line,
Till I couldn’t tell your love from a lie.
[Pre-Chorus] You swore you’d stay, then left me cold,
Lit me up, then lost control.
No cure to take, no way to hide,
You built this hell—now burn inside.
[Chorus]
Now I’m chasing, now I’m drowning,
Pulled you in, but now I’m counting—
Every dose, every high,
Just a stare behind my eyes.
No way back, no rewind,
Lost your place, I lost my mind.
Took too much, now I know—
You were nothin’ but an overdose.
[Verse 2] Every word was dipped in gold, Every touch was ice fuckin’ cold. You swore you’d never let me break, Then left me gasping in your wake. Now I see it clear as day, You were just a habit I had to shake.
[Pre-Chorus] You swore you’d stay, then left me cold,
Lit me up, then lost control.
No cure to take, no way to hide,
You built this hell—now burn inside.
[Chorus] Now I’m chasing, now I’m drowning,
Pulled you in, but now I’m counting—
Every dose, every high,
Just a stare behind my eyes.
No way back, no rewind,
Lost your place, I lost my mind.
Took too much, now I know—
You were nothin’ but an overdose.
[Bridge] Every promise, every touch,
Faded out, it hurt too much.
No more chasing, no more tryin’—
Left me cold, no use in lyin’.
[Outro] Go ahead, fade—turn to dust, All your words just turn to rust. No relapse, no sweet lie, You’re the disease I left behind.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Overdose

Supernova Love

In a world where memories live forever in the cloud, where WiFi signals once connected hearts, and where love lingers in unread messages, Disconnected captured the ache of digital-age heartbreak with cinematic scope.

But some stories deserve to be told again—quieter, closer, and even more vulnerable.

Disconnected (Echo Sessions) is a reimagining of the original album, a collaboration between R.U.D.Y. and the hauntingly soulful vocalist KennedY, whose voice wraps around each track like a memory you’re not ready to let go. These aren’t just acoustic versions—they’re emotional retellings, stripped to their bones, wrapped in warmth and reverb, letting every breath and silence carry meaning.

KennedY brings a new kind of ache—soft, ethereal, and intimate. The space between notes is filled with ambient textures, room noise, and the quiet hum of reflection. Every guitar strum feels like a sigh. Every word sounds like it’s being sung just for you, late at night, when the signal is gone but the feeling still lingers.

From the pinned conversations that no longer light up to the echoes of laughter trapped in old voice notes, this version of Disconnected leans in closer. It’s not just what was lost—it’s what’s still left behind.

For those who’ve heard the digital ghosts in their hearts—this is the unplugged séance.

🔹 Play it with headphones. Play it alone. Let it echo through you. 🔹

year in review (echo sessions)

Breaking bad

You dressed my wounds in perfect white
Gave me promises that lost their light
Thought I’d break, thought I’d fall apart
Now I’m the storm that’ll tear your heart
[Pre-Chorus]
You kissed the venom, called it love
Now I’m the shadow you can’t outrun
Every rose you gave’s a bitter blade
And I’m the reckoning you’ve made
[Chorus] I move like silence dressed in black
You broke me once — I’m breaking bad
Hope she tastes the blood you hid
I know every dirty thing you did
You thought you’d fool me with your lies
Now I’m the bitch who’ll watch you die
[Verse 2] Your hands still stink of sweet decay She wears your guilt like cheap bouquet You haunt my name? I haunt you more I’m every lock you can’t restore
[Pre-Chorus] You kissed the venom, called it love
Now I’m the shadow you can’t outrun
Every rose you gave’s a bitter blade
And I’m the reckoning you’ve made
[Chorus] I move like silence dressed in black
You broke me once — I’m breaking bad
Hope she tastes the blood you hid
I know every dirty thing you did
You thought you’d fool me with your lies
Now I’m the bitch who’ll watch you die
[Bridge]
Save your lies, don’t waste your breath
You fucked it up, now dance with death
And when you’re crawling, broke and through
The last bitch standing? Yeah — guess who.
[Outro] Dead girl walking, heart turned black
You lit the fuse — I won’t hold back
No redemption, just my name
Branded in your goddamn shame

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Breaking bad

Film

Pretty When You Beg

[Verse 1] Came back crawling, hands all cracked, Saying “baby” like I’d take you back. You lit the match and watched me burn,
Now I’m the blaze with no return.
You gave her pearls, gave me your lies, I stitched my wounds, let vengeance rise. Now I’m the bitch beneath your sleep,
The shadow where your secrets creep.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Verse 2] Your words were sweet, now bitter lies,
She wears your mask — I cut the ties.
I carved my path through your deceit,
And wore your downfall at my feet.
You missed the poison in my eyes,
Now you’re drowning in your disguise.
You said I’d bend? I broke the mold.
Now I watch you burn as you grow old.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived  Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Bridge] Tears? Nah, I cut that thread, You lost your mind, now you’re dead. Built your lies, now live in shame, I’m the fire, you’re the flame.
[Outro] Red lips, black dress, ice in my veins, Your new girl’s a joke, playing your game.
So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Pretty when you beg

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

Tides

They Hate The Kids

Liebe ist   ..., ein Flüstern im Wind

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.