🔻 Song Insight

“It’s Hamptons, sweetie” is a theatrical collision of survival scars and biting satire. The song begins in raw, stripped acoustic vulnerability, recounting the nights of hiding from abuse, then swerves sharply into plastic, sugary parody — mocking the shallow wealth culture of the Hamptons with smug, valley-prep sarcasm. What starts as pain turns into performance, flipping trauma into wit. It’s both funny and stinging, a sonic double-take that forces listeners to confront how fake privilege masks real suffering.

🔻 Lyrics

[Intro]
It was only a shell, not a home
Nothing there to belong to
Nothing that was my own
It was made clear to whom I belonged

[Verse 1]
Seeing castles you lived
Static plastic, nothing real
I didn’t see the appeal
I should have learned to heel

Vineyards ran at night
Captured by the moon’s light
Searching for a place to hide
Looking to just survive

[Pre-Chorus]
Who don’t I call, a thousand miles from home
It’s me, not grateful for what you’ve done
Fighting for my kids, questions never asked
Paying ways when it’s just another playdate,
and you brought the script

[Chorus]
If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt
Pain’s the proof that I’m alive
Honesty is the best way to be
No more lies, no more disguise

[Verse 2 – Plastic Pop Vocals + Cheer Shouts]
You’re saying it wrong, sweetie!
Oh look, there’s Madonna
Is that Jerry Seinfeld?
Hey Oprah, don’t you know her?
It’s the Haaaamptons, ham and tons of cash
Sticky sweet you can’t unsee
Beaches for miles, judgmental eyes
It’s Hamptons, sweetie—it’s for your besties!

Sipping champagne, pumped up on cocaine
Money walks tall, fences grow higher
Don’t mention the natives—casinos never close
Daddy’s got the chopper, isn’t that fair?

[Bridge – Acoustic Emo Vocals]
Wash my eyes with bleach
Why can’t I ever unsee this shit?
You had me thinking this was life
But it’s sanitized insanity
With a sticker: “Whites only, please.”

[Chorus – Anthemic]
If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt
Pain’s the proof that I’m alive
Honesty is the best way to be
No more lies, no more disguise

[Outro]
I can’t scrape this shit from my shoe
What did I ever see in you?
Defined by money that’s not even yours
For every dollar you had, it’s another thing you lacked

So here I am without a dime
But richer than you all—still being kind
I’m not a prick, a bitch, or a spoiled little twat
Here I am, speaking free
Because honesty is the best way to be

🔻 Personal Reflection

This song was born from two extremes of my life: the nights of hiding from an abusive marriage, and the bizarre aftermath of walking through the Hamptons the next day, shown mansions belonging to Madonna and Oprah. The contrast was absurd, surreal, and infuriating — pain pressed against privilege. “It’s Hamptons, sweetie” became my way of telling that story with teeth, transforming survival into satire.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

As with all 4ME2BEFREE tracks, this song transforms lived experience into cinematic sound. Theatrical in structure, raw in honesty, and sarcastic in bite, it reflects the band’s vision of music as both diary and stage play. 4ME2BEFREE captures the absurdity of real life — pain, humor, irony, and truth — and channels it into soundscapes that let listeners both feel and reflect.

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It’s Hamptons, Sweetie

Symphony of Lies (commissioned on Vgen) - Victorian fantasy RPG soundtrack

🎧 Description:
"Hey You" is a modern reflection with a nostalgic twist a heartfelt nod to Pink Floyd’s classic while diving into isolation, awakening, and redemption. Mixing soulful vocals, atmospheric production, and raw emotion, this track bridges generations. It’s a reminder that even when the world builds walls around us, there’s still a voice calling from the other side.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and drift into the message.🔥 

Hey You

文明の黄昏に産み落とされた機械人形。
アコーディオンは明るく歌い、
歌詞は哀しみを語る。
――「魂は、還れるのだろうか。」
'Accordion, Automaton' is a song born from the twilight of a fading civilization.
The bright, nostalgic sound of the accordion contrasts with the sorrowful lyrics of a mechanical doll who questions whether a soul—never meant to exist—can ever return to the sky.
It is a piece about fragility, loneliness, and the faint dream of transcendence.

[Verse 1]
壁のツタが
風に流されて
くずれて
きえていく
わたしの涙も
キハツして
雲になればいいのにね

[pre chorus 1]
悲しいことなんて
なにもない
造られた
にんぎょう
陶磁のハダ
珊瑚のかみかざり
くうきょな
オートマタ

[chorus 1]
流れるシズク
窓も壁も
けずってしまって
そらに
帰っていく
いつか
還れるのだろうか
ないはずのタマシイは
ねえ？

[bridge]
おやすみ
おやすみ
おやすみ
ねむろう

[chorus 2]
流れる星が
おちて　ハジケテ
静寂がくる
そんな
ユメをみた
このまま
朽ちないものだろうか
無機質のフレームゎ
ねえ？
ねえ...

[outro]
んん...

'Accordion, Automaton'

[Verse 1]
The ivy on the wall
Blown away by the wind
Collapses, disappears
If only my tears
Could evaporate
And turn into clouds…

[Pre-Chorus 1]
There’s nothing sad at all
I’m just a doll, manufactured
Porcelain skin,
Coral hair ornaments
An empty automaton

[Chorus 1]
Dripping drops flow
Carving through the window, the wall
And return to the sky
Someday, will I be able to go back?
This soul that should not exist…
Tell me

[Bridge]
Good night
Good night
Good night
Let me sleep

[Chorus 2]
Falling stars burst apart
And silence descends
I saw a dream like that
Will I remain
Un-decaying forever?
This inorganic frame…
Tell me
Tell me…

[Outro]
Mmm…

Accordion, Automaton

森には、月に照らされる不思議な花が存在した。
誰も知らない王国と、そこで生きる姫の記憶。
その夜、少年は花を求めて森へ踏み入る。

これはすべての“愛”の物語。
—「月のいない夜なら、また出会える？」

📻曲・アート・物語すべてを通して、“夢と現実のあいだ”を描きました。
未夢子という宇宙の中にある、ひとつの森の物語です。


In the forest, there was a mysterious flower illuminated by the moonlight.
A forgotten kingdom, and the memory of a princess who once lived there.
That night, a boy stepped into the forest in search of the flower.

This is a story of all kinds of love.
— “If the night has no moon, will we meet again?”

📻 Through the song, the art, and the story itself,
I tried to depict the world between dream and reality.

It is one of the forests that exists within the universe of Mimuko.

月の森-MOONLESS FOREST

This song is an indictment of the never-ending purity spirals of online communities that treat virtue as a game.

Purity

Palindromic words. Human meaning. Machine rhythm.
The Mirror Game is a dark cinematic spoken-electronic track where logic meets emotion and reflection turns to sound.

A spoken-electronic concept piece built on symmetry, rhythm, and reflection, The Mirror Game explores how logic and emotion meet inside the code — a dialogue between human meaning and machine pattern.

With a heartbeat tempo and deep analog bass, the song moves from quiet observation to hypnotic chant, using palindromic words as musical mirrors. Every line reflects the search for balance — between creation and faith, motion and stillness, thought and feeling.

Written and produced by Paul Kennedy, The Mirror Game is a cinematic experience: dark, confident, and deeply human.

The Mirror Game

[Verse 1]
Lightning veins across the sky’s decay
Broiling ground where the lost remain
Shelter found beneath a fractured dome
Whispers crawl the walls like bones

[Pre-Chorus]
Shades of something not quite dead
Rust and breath where shadows bled

[Chorus]
We walk through storms that never die
Beneath a burning, poisoned sky
The air still hums with broken cries
The morass whispers, “Stay alive.”

[Verse 2]
We found their works — the labs of dread
Glass and ruin, the code they fed
Whispering eggs in the dark still dream
Birth the horrors that split the seams

[Pre-Chorus]
Ash and static, pulse and flame
The storm remembers every name

[Chorus]
We walk through storms that never die
Beneath a burning, poisoned sky
The air still hums with broken cries
The morass whispers, “Stay alive.”

[Bridge / Breakdown]
Monsters wake where silence slept
Metal screams as the lightning wept
Through the glass — the hatch unseals
We bleed, we burn, but we feel
running running running

[Final Chorus]
We run through storms that never die
Through endless heat, through acid sky
The ship awaits — our final rite
The morass fades… into the night

[Outro]
Still the whispers call our names
Through every storm, through every flame
And in the static, faint and thin —
The Starwind calls us home again.

The Endless Morass

“THE STORM - A LOVE DIVIDED” (AI Version)

The Storm is a raw and intimate AI re-imagining of a demo named 'The Storm' I recorded a few years ago. This isn’t the official release — it’s a standalone cover of my own original song, which will finally appear in its true form on 23 January 2027 when A Human Odyssey launches.

This version shifts the lens.
Instead of the album’s storyline — where the song belongs to a man on the brink of ending his life after losing his son — this take explores the agony of two lovers who cannot be together. Circumstances keep them apart, and the separation is tearing their souls to pieces. Both are crying out to God for strength, clinging on by a thread as the darkness closes in. The female vocal brings a different kind of ache to the track… one that feels like two hearts praying across a storm.

In the wider Human Odyssey universe, this song actually exists across multiple timelines.
The 2025 album version is about grief, abandonment, and the breaking of a father’s heart.
But there may also be a 1566 version — a love-song interpretation set in the Tudor/Norse thread of the story, where two soulmates feel God is once again keeping them apart.
If this were ever a film, The Storm would echo through the centuries in different forms — each one carrying the same plea: “My God, why have you forsaken me?”

This AI version is simply another window into that same emotion… just told through love rather than loss.

THE STORM

[Verse 1]
I didn't see the storm approaching
I couldn't feel the beads of rain
I didn't feel the wind surround my soul
Was blind to this type of pain

[Verse 2]
I didn't hear my cries of sorrow
I was lost without a light
I was cold in all my darkness
Now I feel that something is just not right

[Pre-Chorus]
Call for me, I don't feel you
Reach for me, I'm losing  you

[Chorus]
My God, why have you forsaken me?
I've walked alone from the start
Now I must find you
Before I am lost in the dark 
Heal my broken heart

[Verse 3]
If this is my time to be here
I'll dance one more time in the rain
I question my fear of darkness
Forgive me, I can't feel my shame

[Pre-Chorus]
Call for me, I don't feel you
Reach for me, I can't see you

[Chorus]
My God, why have you forsaken me?
I've walked alone from the start
Now I must find you
Before I am lost in the dark
Heal my broken heart

[Bridge]
Blinded and cold, stories untold
Memories of days in the sun
We've come undone, songs left unsung
Help me to live one more day without you

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
My God, why have you forsaken me?
I've walked alone from the start
Now I must find you
Before I am lost in the dark
Heal my broken heart

[Outro]
Oh, my God, why have you forsaken me?
I've walked alone from the start
Now I must find you
Before I am lost in the dark (before I am lost to the dark)
Heal my broken heart

The Storm, A Love Divided

“Stratton Glasses” is a grunge-leaning alt-rock story about seeing the world through a different lens — literally and metaphorically. Inspired by the George Stratton inversion experiments and the 90s grunge mindset, this track dives into perspective, distortion, and finding meaning in the upside-down.”

Stratton Glasses

Cinematix covers and remixes of music from video games, animes, TV and films. Also compose original songs. Toronto girl, Hong Kong soul🧋

"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.

FogeyCat AI Audio Lab.
CatnipCrush — Curious high school VR trio diving into everything • Mizuki (Vocals/Guitar), Yukina (Bass/Vocals), Riri (Drums/Vocals)
the FogeyCats — Misfit cat-human collective
Kaoru Furudou — Bookworm singer-songwriter with chill vibes
Sister. M — Mystery powerhouse vocalist (someone's secret older sister...?)

All music/illustrations/mastering are produced by FogeyCat using AI tools.
All music/illustrations/mastering are produced by FogeyCat using AI tools.
Lyrics and Mastering: FogeyCat / Music: sunoAI and. / Illustrations: Mid (Niji)Journey and.

About

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DRMpYn3DaExz7nilHD0_DMTQvKzAScuXxLZdVw0/?igsh=OHV3anV6MTZzaTR0

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

未夢子 / Mimuko  
19歳 | Singer-songwriter / Composer / Dream creator  

古典と近代、日常と非日常、そのあいだ。  
グリム童話のような“現代童話”を音楽で作っています。  
夢のような世界に棲めたらしあわせです。

I create modern fairy tales through music —  
somewhere between classical and modern, ordinary and extraordinary.  
Hoping to live in a world just like a dream.

⚡️WILL B // From Hellraiser to Heaven Sent ⚡️

Born in Gaston, Alabama, raised between the struggle and the South, Will B’s story reads like a movie. One that’s still being written. By the time most kids were learning their ABCs, he was learning survival. Basement floors, rats the size of house pets, and a home full of chaos didn’t break him they built him.

When his mom married, his stepdad, he considered him his true dad. He brought God into the picture. But Will? He was already running wild. By 7, sexual temptation had found him. By 12, he was stealing liquor and chasing a life that led him straight into addiction, violence, and pain.

Fast forward an 11x felon and 2½ years behind bars Will hit rock bottom and looked up. Locked in a cell, he prayed every day for YHWH to take the taste of drugs, alcohol, and destruction out of his mouth. He asked for one thing: a second chance.

And YHWH delivered.

Now sober, free, and walking with faith, Will B’s  music he’s testifys through pain, turning scars into stories and stories into songs. Every bar hits and carries truth, testimony, and hope for anyone fighting their demons.

From addict to artist, from prison to purpose, Will B is living proof that grace still works. His mission?
🔥 Reach souls through sound.
🔥 Bring light to dark places.
🔥 And never stop giving glory to the One who made a way.

🎧 Listen to the story in the sound:
📸 Instagram
🐦 X / Twitter
🤳🏼 TikTok
🍎 Apple Music
🎵 Spotify
💎 Facebook

I am currently working on an epic space odyssey inspired by the video game No Man's Sky.

New tracks tagged #ConceptSong