Oooooohhhhhhh can’t you see
This can never be
I belong to me
(and) I won’t go quietly
Into your 
Moulded for your
Boxed inside your
Category

Spoken word part:

Do we really need to allocate everything to neat little groups?
Including ourselves?
What is it about our uniqueness that scares you?
The upside-down fork in the cutlery drawer
That discordant note
The outlier on the graph spoiling the clean line
We are all outliers on different graphs

How Would I Know

What happens after the book ends?

The Cowardly Lion became king of the forest, but was he ever truly free? A mermaid counts down her 300 years—188 in, 112 to go. But the Lion? Nobody ever told him how long his sentence is.

Was courage ever real? Or was it just a story others told him until he believed it himself?

🔥 A modern reimagining—rich electronic textures, driving rhythm, and a melody that feels like memory slipping through time. A song about belief, fate, and the quiet weight of expectations that never let go.

🎧 Listen. Maybe you’ll hear the echoes of what was never written.

A Lion's Birthright

This had to happen sooner or later—there’s hardly a good idea I don’t owe to Espresso Martini.

Dance meets the unhinged. A whispered ritual. A flirty glitch in the system.
For those who like their bassline smooth, their logic broken, and their feelings shaken—not stirred. Say it with me… espresso martini. 🍸

Espresso Martini

CACHOEIRA

Ends Found

One by one—one step at a time.
One by one, you arrive—no other way;


One Step

This time, just think before you write
So next time, I won't need to shred it apart.

Brighter Days (Remix)

Latraac Skate Cafe, Athens, 29th May 2025

Can Machines Think? (Asking for a Friend)

Alan Interrupted

Looking for connection
but there's none to be found

Still Walking (Remix)

I don’t write songs in the traditional sense. I prioritize sound and theme over grammar or logical narrative. I often look between the moments we usually skip — the pauses, the loops, the unfinished thoughts.

It’s immersive, like film music — but you have to imagine the film.

I listen to myself. I write down what the song says.
Sometimes it says:
Can. Can’t. Fight. Bite.
Sometimes it says:
Text the moon, please.

You’re not supposed to “understand” it.
But you’re welcome to feel what it means.

This style — I sometimes refer to it as Beat Listened.

A Lion's Birthright

SwenLdn

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