[Verse 1]
I don’t smoke weed, and I can’t drown in a drink
Tried runnin’ from the hurt, but it’s quicker than I think
This lasting darkness don’t ever let me be
It’s painted on the walls of every memory

[Verse 2]
I’m fallin’ fast, but movin’ slow
These little white lies in a bottle don’t show
They smile, they judge, they sip their tea
But none of ‘em know what it’s like to be me

[Chorus]
So I smile and wave, hide my insecurity
Wear my broken dreams like worn-out jewelry
No pity, no sympathy, just me and this pen
Writin’ down truths I won’t say again
I don’t smoke weed, and I can’t drown in a drink
God help me… I’m closer to the edge than they think

[Verse 3]
I’ve caused the pain, I’ve burned some bridges too
Every scar I’ve got’s got a name and a truth
But healing don’t come in a pharmacy bag
And shame don’t leave just ‘cause you wave a white flag

[Bridge]
A heart can break quiet, without a sound
And a strong girl can still be spiralin’ down
Don’t need your whispers or your sideways prayers
Just a moment of grace like somebody cares

[Chorus]
So I smile and wave, hide my insecurity
Wear my broken dreams like worn-out jewelry
No pity, no sympathy, just me and this pen
Writin’ down truths I won’t say again
I don’t smoke weed, and I can’t drown in a drink
God help me… I’m closer to the edge than they think

[Outro]
I don’t smoke weed…
And I can’t drown in a drink…
But I’m beggin’ You now… God help me.

June 5, 2025 at 10:40 PM

Closer Than They Think

[Verse 1]
You were sittin’ cross-legged in my old gray tee
Talkin’ ‘bout dreams you had that didn’t include me
I lit a smoke, leaned back on the tailgate
Swearin’ I could feel somethin’ slip away

Was it the night by the lake when the stars went dim?
You looked at the sky like it still had him
I asked if you were good, you just nodded slow
Guess that’s when the "yes" started meanin’ "no"

[Chorus]
At what point was that?
When your love cracked and didn’t come back?
Was it the silence, or that second glance
You gave the mirror like I wasn’t your man?
You didn’t cry, you didn’t fight
You just got quiet in the heat of the night
And left me hummin’ in the aftermath—
So tell me, darlin’…
What point was that?

[Verse 2]
I still remember that night you were sick in bed
I held your hair while you shook your head
You said, “I’m fine,” but you weren’t, not really
You just hated me seein’ you feelin’ that needy

I brought you tea, you gave me space
And I started learnin’ how goodbye tastes
Not loud, not fast, no tire tracks
Just a love that left and never looked back

[Chorus]
At what point was that?
When your heart packed up and forgot the map?
Was it when I dreamed too loud for this town
Or when you saw me as somethin’ to drown?
I gave you fire, you gave me ash
And I’m still pickin’ through what we had
Tryin’ to find the crack in the glass—
At what point was that?

[Bridge]
Ain’t askin’ for nothin’, don’t want you back
Just want to know when you started to act
Like the porch light was on but the door was locked
Like the music played but the feeling stopped

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, what point was that?
Was it him, or was it the past?
Was it somethin’ I missed or nothin’ at all?
Just the way good things tend to fall?
You left soft, without a sound
And now I’m stuck in this quiet town
Still rewinding what we used to have…
And askin’ myself—
What point was that?

What Point Was That

"No me siento mal" was born at a time when I needed to shake off the weight of routine and the quiet sadness that sometimes sneaks in. Even though the lyrics talk about feeling tired and warning signs running through the mind, the song stands tall with a smile and simply says: “I’m still here, and I don’t feel down.”

Musically, I wanted it to feel bright and in motion. The acoustic guitar drives the song forward, like someone walking confidently toward something better. The brush percussion and handclaps add a warm, human groove — like playing outside with friends on a sunny day. But what I love most is the way the harmonica solos fly in: not crying, not shouting... just breathing hope between verses.

This isn’t a protest song or a resignation. It’s a quiet but firm statement: there are grey days, routines that wear you down, but there’s also music — and a spirit that won’t give up.
"No me siento mal" is my way of saying I’m still moving — with guitar, harmonica, and a light heart.

Solo esto

No me siento mal

A reflective, dawn-lit journey through longing, choice, and quiet courage—caught between staying grounded and chasing the wind.

Burning Slow

🎧 Get ready to meet Pooh’s Hunny—the lizard-chasing, frog-sniffin’, sunshine-loving pup who rules the backyard with swag. Inspired by the heart of a real dog and the charm of a certain bear who loves “hunny,” this acoustic folk song is full of warmth, mischief, and moments that’ll make you smile like a belly rub on a Saturday morning. Whether you’ve got a dog curled at your feet or just miss chasing grasshoppers, this one’s for you.

[Verse 1]
She’s got paws like velvet, nose up to the breeze,
Tail like a metronome tapping with ease.
She don’t speak in words, but she teaches me—
How to chase moments, how to be free.

[Chorus]
She’s my Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
Like every blade holds the start of a grin.

[Verse 2]
She’s on patrol like a backyard guard,
Sniffin’ the breeze and patrollin’ hard.
Once found a frog in the flowerbed dirt,
Gave it a look like, “You go first.”

[Chorus]
She’s my Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
Like every blade holds the start of a grin.

[Verse 3]
She circles the yard like she’s got a plan,
Stops for a bug, then chases a can.
Barks at the wind like it's something to say,
Then plops in the shade and calls it a day.

[Chorus]
She’s my Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
Like every blade holds the start of a grin.

[Bridge]
She’s got no clue who Pooh Bear is,
But she’d love him for sure—if he tasted like cheese.
And while I do the dishes or mop the floor,
She’s dreaming of lizards and chasing one more.

[Final Chorus]
Yeah, she’s Pooh’s Hunny, nose to the ground,
Chasing lizards that don’t make sound.
She’ll leap through the grass with a wiggle and spin,
And I swear she smiles when the Lizards begin.

Pooh's Hunny

In a serene coastal setting, the scene captures a tranquil moment at dusk. The horizon glows with hues of orange and purple as the sun sets, casting a warm light over gentle waves lapping at the shore. A figure stands at the water's edge, arms outstretched, symbolizing a connection to the ocean's rhythm. Grains of sand shimmer beneath their feet, reflecting the fading light. Above, stars begin to twinkle, hinting at dreams yet to be realized. The atmosphere is filled with a sense of hope and love, as the whispers of the evening breeze carry promises of tomorrow. This imagery embodies the essence of life's fleeting moments, the beauty of nature, and the unwavering bonds of love and sacrifice.

Grains of Sand

🔻 Song Insight – Chambers Loaded
By 4Me2BeFree

“Chambers Loaded” is a slow-motion collapse. It’s a track that paints the fragility of identity when image becomes armor and self-worth gets traded for designer labels and synthetic highs. Lyrically, it’s a walk through a city built from denial — where each streetlight flickers above a foundation cracking from the inside.

There’s a sense of watching someone in freefall while pretending they’re ascending. The verses glide through fashion and facades, but the pre-chorus hits like a shot in the dark: “It’s a revolver playing roulette.” And you know the chamber’s loaded — not with bullets, but with regret, addiction, and the weight of choices never claimed.

Musically, it's built like a dreamscape unraveling in reverse — each section adds density, distortion, and emotional decay. The final moments are unnervingly calm. Not peaceful. Just... inevitable.

[Verse 1]  
You can wear the buildings  
Put the streets on one leg at a time  
It doesn't change you —  
Doesn't change the man within  

Lips plumped and eyebrows plucked  
Hair prepared while none down there  
Shoes shimmer and shine  
Gucci and Louis Vuitton  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Brands trace a silhouette  
It’s a revolver playing roulette  
Chambers loaded — a cloak of regret  

[Verse 2]  
Picking colors to blend  
Shades to mask what’s within  
Just a charade  

Layers built a scaffold  
Of what you knew well  
Bring me in —  
Make the way —  
It’s hell you pick, you chose today  

[Chorus]  
What’s condemned, broken within  
Walls fall — no structure to stall  
What once stood tall  
Just papier-mâché  
A fragile shell  
Crippled as you fall  

[Bridge]  
Sinking down, folded  
A self-built town  
A fortress of deceit  
Now lays at your feet  

Streets pour like blood  
Empty emotions and drugs  
A zombie land you walk in  

[Outro]  
Passed-out motions, mechanical actions  
Subtraction habits, distraction attractions  
You bend  
Sinking in  
A graceful escape —  
The end was your only friend  

🔻 4Me2BeFree
“Chambers Loaded” continues 4Me2BeFree’s mission to tell stories that cut beneath the aesthetic. Our music isn’t just sound — it’s emotional architecture.

We build with distortion, vulnerability, layers, and space. Every song is a scene. Every lyric a line of dialogue. This track is part of a bigger arc: one that dismantles illusions and walks through what’s left behind.

It’s not clean. It’s not comfortable. But it’s real. And that’s what matters.

🔻 Copyright Notice
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Chambers Loaded

🔻 Song Insight

"Redemption In Shadows" is a raw meditation on betrayal, emotional decay, and the fragile line between healing and collapse. It unfolds like a whispered confession from the ruins—where memory isn’t just haunting, but poisonous. The song lives in the tension between silence and eruption. Each verse spirals inward before collapsing into stark, echo-laced refrains. This isn’t about forgiveness; it’s about naming the wound so it stops festering. For anyone who’s ever survived the gaslight, the overdose, or the slow erosion of truth, this track is your mirror.


🔻 Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You wrap me
inside out
tethered fear
battle torn
spilled and worn

[Verse 2]
Forsaken now
tokens of blood I shed
leaving whispers
trails in your dredge

[Chorus]
Earth pulled beneath my feet
What began in love ends in grief
I lay here bare
A history I keep

[Verse 3]
Dark night clouds
A world left undone
Thunder rolls
Forever alone

[Bridge]
Eyes alight
Forsaken and drowned
Clipped closed, broken
A voice never spoken

[Verse 4]
Redemption in shadows
Past a place not embraced
No trace of love or guilt
With nothing felt

[Chorus 2]
Slow motion life
Tracking your lies
A history never owned
Your truth: a darkness
It's death you postpone

[Outro]
No grave could hold your shame

🔻 Personal Reflection

There was a time when I thought love could survive anything. That if I just stayed long enough, quieted myself enough, maybe they'd come back to the version of them I first met. But instead, I watched myself unravel. "Redemption In Shadows" came from a place of clarity that only arrives after the collapse—when you finally see how much of yourself you gave up trying to keep the peace.

Writing this wasn’t catharsis. It was documentation. A forensic memory of the lies I swallowed and the parts of me that died in silence. The dredge is real—the emotional sludge left behind when someone poisons your sense of self. And still, I kept chasing closure from someone who had already left emotionally years before they physically disappeared.

This track is me refusing to let that kind of erasure happen again. It doesn’t forgive, but it reclaims.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

At 4Me2BeFree, we don’t write songs to fix things. We write them to witness them. "Redemption In Shadows" is a sonic autopsy of emotional abandonment. It’s jagged, unstable, and intentionally unpolished—because that’s how grief feels. Our work exists in that cinematic tension where the story doesn’t wrap up cleanly, but still leaves a mark. This track is part of our ongoing mission: to turn lived experience into layered soundscapes that reflect real pain, survival, and eventual reclamation.

🔻 Copyright Notice

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Redemption In Shadows

Cindered Heart’s “Godflesh” (Unplugged) hollows the raw emotion of the original into a haunting acoustic ritual: dual guitars, cello, piano, violin, and haunting vocal harmonies burn through shadowed candlelight, mist, and sorrow—revealing the poetic bloodline of a soul reborn.

Lyrics 

Widowed breath, my hollow vow,
Held the blade, did ent know how.
Ghosts in the mirror, grief in the chest,
Life was a debt I laid to rest.
Whispers slithered as chapels cracked,
Veins went cold, my eyes turned black.
Pulse like prayer — then silence snapped.
A fang in the wrist, and I came back.
Funeral eyes with a war inside,
Woke in the dark where angels cried.
Chalice of ash, baptized in rot,
Soul got stripped but the flesh did not.

Crimson sermons carved in bone,
Life ain’t light — where blood moans.
Bled so long new stars took shape,
I walk with blood on my fangs and time — duct-taped.

This thirst is everything.

What breaks.
Becomes.
What bleeds.
What’s done.
I rose.
With a new name...
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

Veins full of venom and sermon of sin,
Lungs got stitched where the fire begins.
Hope went ghost on a funeral wind,
Ashes rise — now the burning begins.
Love turned lead when the angels fell,
Hymns from the crypt where the silence dwells.
Tongues got twisted in bloodstained spells,
Now I preach from the pit with a thirst I sell.

Holy? Hollow. Math was cursed.
Soul got split when the line reversed.
Begged for the void — got hunger first.
Now I drink the dusk 'til the heavens burst.

Name got carved where the flames still hiss,
I wear my deaths like apocalypse fits.
Graves don’t sleep — they whisper bliss,
Every pulse I take is a blade I kiss.

Choke on scripture, bleed that psalm,
Your gods wear masks — I snapped their calm.
You crowned me dead. That made me king.
Now every pulse is offering.

Cathedrals fall where I now tread,
I walk on glass — you bleed instead.
Every scream’s a choir fed
To the horror stitched inside my head.

Gold means nothing — pain’s divine.
You call it rage — I call it spine.
This ain’t revenge. This is design.
I am the stake you fucking left behind.

I died in truth — came back in sin.
Now thrones collapse where I begin.
No light. No grace. No aftershock.
Just hunger crowned in shattered clocks.

What breaks.
Becomes.
What bleeds.
What’s done.




I rose.
With a new name.
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

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GodFlesh - Unplugged

The unplugged version of Blood In My Ledger strips the fury down to flesh and bone—haunted acoustics, gospel echoes, and confessions carved in dusk. Cindered Heart delivers raw vampiric truth, turning scars into rhythm and silence into law. Undead never sounded this alive.

Lyrics

I was down to my last breath
Said goodbye in my own head
Gun cold in my palm, mouth dry from the psalms
Then she came from the edge of the dread
And I bled
Now… heh… I'm undead

Used to walk through the rain with a rage in my chest
Pain was a blade, now it stay in my vest
Stained every name that I gave when I pressed
Now I prey with the fangs, I don’t beg for the rest
Back then, I was broke, now I’m cold with a code
Lost soul, but I roll with a cloak in the mold
Taught wrong, but I learned how to fold what they sold
Now I hold every death like a debt I still owe

I was ready for the rope
Ready for the ledge
Ready for the end
Then she bled on my pledge
Whispered in Latin with venom and flame
Said, “You don’t die here. You change the game.”

Ahhhhhh

They said I was finished, a ghost in the mirror
Now I’m sipping on dusk with the devil as dinner
I buried my name, then I rose through the dirt
Put my past in a verse and my guilt in a hearse
Every sin on my skin now a mark of the clan
Vamp heart pumpin’ with the Glock in my hand
From the bottom, I bled it—no faith, no favor
But the streets call me class and the fangs call me savior

Blood in my ledger, soul in the flame
Came from the gutter, now ghostin’ the game
Countin’ the scars, can’t pronounce all the pain
But I rhyme like a reaper with a crown and a chain
Dark with the drip, I maneuver with might
Was a shadow, now sharper than rumors at night
No savior, no son, just a sentence with bite
Now I rap like revenge in a suit that’s tight

Yeah, I lost it all—but I made it mean
Now I chop through the bars like a guillotine
They preach love, but I preach law
And I bite every beat with a loaded jaw

You think you’ve fallen too far?
Try waking up undead
Try hearing your own heartbeat
From someone else’s chest instead

Taught by the night, Death was murder in heels
Had class in the trap, made the burden appeal
She said “Power’s a pact, not a sermon you kneel”
Now I stack with the tact of a serpent with steel

Fast forward, I'm calm in the chaos
Graves in my wake, but I’m made for the lay up
Glass in my gut from the paths that I paid off
But I talk in the code that the angels stay off

Used to dream of peace—nah, dream got taxed
Now I build on the bones that the silence cracks
With a click in my throat and a flash in my step
I don’t need respect—who does when there’s nothin left

Lost it all in a wrecked apartment
Bottle of meds and a loaded compartment
Mirror cracked from the hand I slammed
Blood on the wall like a vamp in Garland

Heart on halt, brain on static
Fate got flipped in a page that’s manic
Came through fangs with a name so tragic
Taught me slang, like a joker in traffic

Now I’m back with a blueprint—barbaric
Fangs in the game like the tooth been cleric
Truth been buried
Mood been peril
Blood in my ledger I baptize beats in a booth that’s feral

I was down to my last breath
No prayers left, just silence and death
Gun cold in my palm, no tears left to shed
Mouth dry from the psalms I forgot I had read

She came from the edge of the dread
Red lips, black veil, no words were said
Touched my chest like a cross gone dead
Then smiled... and fed

I bled
And I ain't been me since

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Blood In My Ledger - Unplugged

Cindered Heart is not just a brand.
They are a movement ! Of VampTrap, rebellion, and existentialism, through brutal rap flows and hardcore Dubstep/Alt Hip Hop !

Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

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Federico Gerhardt is a multifaceted musician whose repertoire spans blues, pop, and funk, showcasing his versatility as a singer, harmonica player, guitarist, and cigar box guitar enthusiast. His profound musicianship is complemented by his skills as a composer and luthier, crafting instruments that resonate with the soulful essence of his music. Gerhardt's journey in music is marked by a deep connection to the blues tradition, yet he seamlessly integrates elements of pop and funk, creating a unique sound that captivates audiences. His mastery of the harmonica and guitar, combined with his emotive vocals, make his performances unforgettable experiences. As a luthier, Gerhardt brings an artisan's touch to his instruments, each piece a testament to his dedication to music. His compositions are rich tapestries of sound, weaving intricate melodies that tell stories of life, love, and the human condition. Gerhardt's music is not just heard; it's felt, reflecting his passion for exploring the depths of musical expression.

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

Brisa Junette is an Americana singer-songwriter whose heartfelt music blends raw vulnerability with a deep sense of storytelling. Inspired by the landscapes of life, love, and loss, her songs echo the soulful traditions of folk, country, and blues, while embracing a modern sensibility. With her hauntingly rich voice and poetic lyrics, Brisa crafts melodies that resonate with authenticity and the shared human experience. Whether she's performing with just her guitar or weaving harmonies into her recordings, Brisa’s music invites listeners to find solace, reflection, and connection in every note.

I’m JD Hodge — Oklahoma-born, red dirt-raised, and songwriting for over 30 years.

In 2024, I flatlined on an operating table. Cardiac arrest. Everything changed.

When I came back, the words came with me — like they’d been waiting their turn. Since then, the songs haven’t stopped. I write what’s real: struggle, hope, grit, and grace — stories meant to be felt.

You’ll hear pieces of my past, my people, and the kind of heartland truth you can’t fake. These songs aren’t just mine — they’re for anyone who’s fought through silence and still found a voice.

Retired • Lyricist • Country • Americana • Acoustic Soul
Oklahoma, USA
Collabs & contact: jim@reddirtclassics.com

With a knack for turning life's experiences into captivating tracks and songs. Visit my personal website of songs - SMXmusic.io

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