Living In My Skin

🔻 Song Insight
“Holding Off Tomorrow” dives deep into the ache of emotional aftermath—the war zone that love sometimes leaves behind. The song’s core is about carrying someone else’s weight, trying to rise together but landing in hell, and finally realizing that some wounds only open wider when you refuse to let go. With raw lyrics and grunge-laced alt rock energy, this track paints the stormy process of breaking free from patterns that hurt, and the reluctant hope of surviving another day.

🔻 Lyrics
Verse 1:  
Just another project of regret  
It's your shit you hang on me  
I'm not your bitch, don't forget  
Yeah, we spun up to heaven  
But we landed in hell

Pre-Chorus:  
Set sail on broken parts  
Every fiber of my heart  
Thought this could be whole  
It was, a whole new level of hell, with you

Chorus:  
We fought the war on love  
You’re stuck in a past, lost blood  
Trifling things you can't change  
It's raining down sorrow  
holding off tomorrow  
But when the day start to end  
In hell it all begins  
In hell it all begins

Bridge:  
Burned-out hopes in a flood of blame  
I’m done playing this losing game  
No light left, just this pain  
We circle the drain, circle the drain

Chorus:  
(repeat)


🔻 Personal Reflection
Sometimes, the only way out of hell is to name it. “Holding Off Tomorrow” is about what it feels like to carry someone else’s pain and finally admit that it’s breaking you down. This track was written in the shadow of endings—holding on too long, blaming myself, until it became clear that some love stories are really just lessons. It’s a confession, a letting go, and a survival anthem rolled into one.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
For 4Me2BeFree, every song is a living memory—raw, unfiltered, cinematic. “Holding Off Tomorrow” stands as another chapter in turning lived trauma into relatable art, mixing the grit of 90s alt rock with confessional lyrics that pull no punches. Our mission is to transform true emotion into something that resonates across time and identity, letting listeners know that their struggles are seen, heard, and shared. Real pain, real release, real music.

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Holding Off Tomorrow

Molly's Paradox

#Alternative
#Indie
#Guitar
#Instrumental

Murmurations

Arena Rock best describes this hard edged tracj reminecent of the late 70;s to early 80's rock artists.

Glide

🔥🎸 How Blind Can You Be – an emotional rock ballad moving between fragile piano lines and explosive guitar walls.
A raw voice against wealth, hypocrisy, and the blindness of power – vulnerable, fierce, unforgettable. 🌑✨

Lyrics, concept & creativity by me – music produced with AI (Suno).

TaniSa - How Blind Can You Be

Here rock, dancehall, brass and swing all come together to kick ass

Speed Demon

Yes sir, I can Boogie (but only in the dark)

Dissapeared

“Oh, I don’t know the scripture, but I know what sin feels like.”
 
Gather close, boys, light the flame
Pass the flask and forget your old name
We’ll scream into the sky for all we’ve done
John says, “The wild die young.”

Oh, hey, oh, hey

Kick the dust from off your pride
No use hiding about when you lied
We all broke something we can’t replace
We'll beg for grace, right to God’s own face!

Oh, hey, but we say Grace!

 
We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone bring the bourbon and burn the invitation
For the sins and the damn derision
Wash me in a flood of smoke, that old religion!

I seen boys pray to the god of chrome
Smoke that glass pipe, and lost their home
Cried out loud to no one in the sky
“If I wake up clean, I swear I’ll try.”

Oh, hey, oh, hey

But the morning comes, puts us in chains
Same old devil, same old names
We ain’t saints, and we ain’t right
We're shadows burning in his light

Oh, hey, but we fight, alright!

We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone call the preacher and someone fake the station
For the sake of our own salvation
Baptize me in busted glass and a signed declaration

I don’t know the chapter, don’t know the verse
But I know some nights feel like a curse
And I know the Lord don’t hear my name
But I still kneel when I feel that flame

We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone light a candle and call it consecration
For the blood and the desecration
Lay me down in a field of smoke and let the choir take rotation

We’re havin’ a back-road revelation
Someone light a candle and call it consecration
For the blood and the desecration
Lay me down in a field of smoke and let the choir take rotation

Gather close, boys, say your peace
We ain’t clean, but we found release
We ain’t clean, but we found release
We ain’t clean, but we found release

Back-Road Revelation

Demo original on keys. Very pop, upbeat. Song of empathy.

Well I Know (1996 demo)

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Le vinyle est prêt, pressé à la demande.
Une descente en groove dans les coulisses de la French Touch.
Boîtes à rythmes poussiéreuses, synthés analogiques et fantômes du Rex Club.
💿 Pour ceux qui ont dansé tard, et écoutent encore.
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🇬🇧
The vinyl is ready — pressed on demand.
A groove-soaked dive into the backrooms of French Touch.
Dusty drum machines, analog synths, and the ghosts of Parisian nights.
💿 For those who danced late, and still listen.
🎧 Order here:
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Yes sir, I can Boogie (but only in the dark)

Stephan B