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

Intro

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)

Where folk and doo-wop converge, a dreamy reflection on the age we live in. If this one doesn’t earn a Grammy, I mean...

Solo Alto (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.

Intro

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