Sweet As Sugar" is a gritty, heartfelt love anthem that blends raw emotion with tender devotion. With soulful verses and a fiery chorus, it captures the highs and lows of love — where passion burns, storms are weathered, and sweetness always wins.

This track represents a fusion of human creativity and advanced technology—where personal expression meets innovative sound design.

#Lyrics #AIMusic #HumanAndMachine

Sweet As Sugar

Late at night, in the silence of a glowing screen, Silent Swipe captures the haunting stillness of the modern digital soul. This track is a poetic dive into the world of quiet observers—those who scroll, who feel deeply, but rarely speak. It's for the thinkers, the watchers, the ones whose dreams live in drafts.

A cinematic blend of mood-pop and indie-electronica with lyrical storytelling, “Silent Swipe” is your go to track if you’ve ever been a ghost in the feed but longed to be heard.

🎧 Let it play. Let it speak. Let it be your voice tonight.

#SilentSwipe #IndiePop #AltPop #MoodPop #LofiPop #DreamPop #ElectronicPoetry #LyricDriven #DigitalAge #EmotionalLyrics #LateNightVibes #ScrollingSong #LonelyInTheFeed #SilentScroll #IntrovertAnthem #SoundtrackOfTheQuietOnes #NewMusic #UnsignedArtist #IndependentMusic

[Verse 1]
I ride the feed like waves at night,
Thumb to glass, screen glowing bright,
A million voices in my hand,
But none of them will understand.
Got folders full of half-baked dreams,
And tabs of things I’ll never stream,
A ghost online, unseen, unheard,
In this digital world, I’m just a blur.

[Chorus]
I’m the silent swipe, the watchful eye,
The laugh that never leaves a sign,
A thinker lost in endless light,
Yeah, I’m the silent swipe tonight.

[Verse 2]
A quote I saved but never shared,
An app I opened just to stare,
“Stop scrolling through someone else’s needs,”
In this busy crowd, I feel the greed.
I don’t create, I don’t reply,
But every meme still makes me cry,
Ideas burn behind this face,
Too scared to ever leave a trace.

[Chorus]
I’m the silent swipe, the watchful eye,
The spark that never gets to fly,
A poet with no pen in sight,
One more scroll, then maybe I might.
But I’m the silent swipe tonight.

[Bridge]
I don’t need a thousand fans,
Just someone who might understand,
Maybe it’s time I speak, not hide,
To let the waves crash heal the tide.
No more silent swipe, no more delay,
I’ve got ideas I need to say.

[Verse 3]
In the echoes of forgotten clicks,
I search for meaning in the mix,
With every pulse, I feel the call,
Loneliness surrounds, but I stand tall.
Tonight I’ll break the phantom wall,
Shout out loud, let my voice enthrall,
To the silent watchers here and there,
Let’s share our dreams, let’s learn to care.

[Chorus]
I’m the silent swipe, but not tonight,
I’ll break the chains in this digital fight,
Together we rise, igniting the spark,
With hearts that shine, we’ll light the dark.

[Outro]
So here’s my call to every ghost,
It’s time to spread our wings and coast,
No more silent swipe, we’ll find our way,
Let’s lift each other, starting today.

Silent Swipe

🍪 COOKIE POETRY – A bittersweet synth-lullaby for the emotionally snackish.
Genre: Electro Pop / Bedroom Pop
Mood: Intimate. Melancholic. Dreamy. And just a bit emotionally unstable.
Tempo: 90–100 BPM (aka the tempo of regret in slow motion)

🎧 Think lo-fi drums coated in vinyl dust, warm pads hugging whispered vocals like your ex never did. A soft electronic hug… with crumbs.

📖 Lyrically? Imagine Sylvia Plath ran a bakery, fell in love with a pathological liar, and then started journaling with icing sugar. There’s tea-dipped loneliness, metaphorical hunger, and enough cookie metaphors to make a therapist sigh. But hey — at least it rhymes.

💔 Perfect for:
– Staring at the ceiling while pretending you're in a tragic indie film
– Eating dessert alone while philosophizing about dopamine
– Whisper-crying in autotune
– Smiling at crumbs and calling it therapy (we see you, girl)

🥄 Warning: May cause cravings for baked goods and emotionally unavailable poets. Consume responsibly.

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry

"Another Big Lie” is a raw and emotional journey through heartbreak, betrayal, and the hard truth that sometimes love isn’t what it seems. This song was born from that moment when the mask finally falls, and you're left staring at the truth you didn’t want to believe.

Set against a moody, cinematic backdrop, Another Big Lie captures the quiet storm of realization—the lipstick on the glass, the crumpled note, the rain-soaked silence after a storm of promises. It’s for anyone who’s been lied to and had to find strength in the wreckage.

This one’s for the lonely nights, the smoldering regrets, and the freedom that comes when you finally walk away.


This track represents a fusion of human creativity and advanced technology—where personal expression meets innovative sound design.

#Lyrics #AIMusic #HumanAndMachine

Another Big Lie


[Verse 1]
You blocked my number, I got the hint
But your ghost still scrolls through every minute
A stranger posted our song last night
And just like that, you're back in my mind

Your laugh in a clip, your boots on the floor
Some random reel from the week before
I try to heal, but it won’t let me
This app keeps draggin' your memory

[Chorus]
TikTok broke my heart, piece by piece
Every swipe’s a stab that won’t let me breathe
Your dance, your smile, our old front porch
Loopin’ pain I didn’t ask for
You’re gone in real life, but not on my screen
Love’s gone viral in ways I didn’t mean
I should be movin' on, but can’t even start
‘Cause TikTok broke my heart

[Verse 2]
Your sister posted “Throwback June”
We were fishin’ barefoot under that moon
I smiled ‘til I saw who liked the post
Some new guy laughin’, holdin’ you close

[Chorus]
TikTok broke my heart, frame by frame
Still shows me you like nothin’s changed
Your dog, our truck, your goodbye tears
Livin' rent-free all through the year
You’re gone in real life, but not on my screen
Love’s gone viral in ways I didn’t mean
I should be movin' on, but can’t even start
‘Cause TikTok broke my heart

[Bridge]
I ain’t bitter, just tired and sore
Tryin’ to outrun a digital war
Even my peace got filters now
And you’re still trending somehow

[Final Chorus]
TikTok broke my heart, and it won’t delete
It’s a modern kind of heartbreak on repeat
Every sound, every song, every start
Just another stitch pulled from my heart
You're gone in real life, but not on my screen
Love’s gone viral in ways I didn’t mean
I hit unfollow, but it still falls apart...
‘Cause TikTok broke my heart

TikTok Broke My Heart

💔✨ Too Good to Love – a jangly, ironic ode to the quiet agony of domestic utopia.

🥀 Sparkling guitar riffs like passive-aggressive compliments.
🥪 A roast dinner served with existential dread.
📦 Folding laundry and emotions since 2025.

He vacuums. He composts. He compliments your outfits before you leave the room.
You should be in love — but you just want to scream into a tea towel.

For fans of:

Retro baritone vocals soaked in wit and Windex

Post-punk malaise with a jangle-pop smirk

Songs that say “thanks, I hate it” to domestic bliss

🎸 It’s not him. It’s not you. It’s the slow burn of being seen but not felt.
Now clap for the roast, and cry for the girl who didn’t want it.

Lyrics:

Ding-ding-ding — domestic bliss!
You’d kill for a guy like this...

He makes the bed. He toasts the bread.
Vacuumed thoughts inside my head.
He knows my cycle, knows my tea —
And somehow still believes in me.

Folds my shirts with folded care
Smiles like he’s unaware
That perfect men can be a cage —
No yelling, but I burn with rage.

He’s too good to leave
Too soft to hate
Too clean to cheat
Too kind, too straight
He’s everything a dream should be —
So why’s that dream devouring me?

Mom says, “Girl, he’s heaven-sent!”
Yeah, thanks, I pay half the rent.
He bastes the roast, he sorts the trash —
And I sit silent in the flash.

Polite applause, the crowd goes wild
I fake a grin, the dutiful child
While saints like him are praised and kissed —
And girls like me just don’t exist.

He’s too good to leave
Too calm to fight
Too woke to win
Too wrong to write
He’s ticking every perfect box —
And I’m the flaw he never clocks.

If he hit me, I’d be gone.
If he ghosted, I’d move on.
But this? This daily tenderness?
It’s death by flawlessness.

He’s too good to love — Yeah, I said it!
He’s too good to love — Don’t regret it!
He’s the saint, I’m the sin
But I’m the one locked in.

He’s too good to leave
Too sweet to stay
Too “right” to want
In any real way
They clap for him, but not for us —
And that’s what kills the trust.

Too good to love... too good to love...

Too Good (To Love)

This track is something i've been wanting to write for a while now, mostly it's about loosing yourself - and your girl loosing faith in you too so she leaves, but using that to fuel ambition with doubt as your biggest adversary, starting focusing on improving and becoming better, getting succesfull and had a breakthrough in my work at  the time - still working in silence, and keep pushing on music, and finally come to a point where people listen to it, altough she said people never would. 
Now she hittin' me up sayin she miss me - but I don't miss the one I was with her. 
This is the testimony that I will keep pushing, keep improving, and keep growing.

Appriciate you all listening and following me 🙏
This mix and master is alittle different as I'm still trying to grow - it works on phones, but has the best experience on some proper speakers / earphones, so try to listen there for the best listening experience.

Mix, master and cover art by me
Beat produced by Ghosty X 5Head

LOOK AT ME NOW | Prod. Ghosty X 5Head

[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

🔻 Song Insight
"Within the Maze" drifts between emotional fragmentation and unexpected clarity. It captures the moment when you're lost not just in your mind, but in the quiet wreckage of a relationship that used to ground you. Each lyric feels like turning a corner without knowing what you'll find—love, fear, memory, or escape. There's no map. Just the rhythm of two souls trying to feel their way back to something real. This is vulnerability rendered in distortion and echo.


🔻 Personal Reflection
I wrote “Within the Maze” during a time when I couldn’t tell if I was healing… or hiding. The maze is real—it’s your head, your heart, your past. Sometimes you think you’re getting closer to peace, only to hit another wall made of doubt or memory. This track wasn’t about resolution. It was about staying with the feeling long enough to find something true inside it. The lyrics aren’t meant to explain. They’re meant to echo.

This one came out fast, but it hurt in slow motion.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
For 4Me2BeFree, this song represents the in-between space—where clarity is just out of reach but you keep walking anyway. Every track we make is layered with rawness, noise, and memory. “Within the Maze” leans fully into that instability and still dares to sound beautiful. That’s what we’re about: cinematic imperfection, emotional truth, and music that doesn’t need to resolve in order to matter.

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Within the maze

[Verse 1]
Was it the night I held you by the lake,
Wrapped in my jacket, tryin’ not to shake?
You said nothin’, just stared at the stars,
But your hand felt heavy in the dark.

Was it the time you cried and I drove all night,
Just to sit on your porch ‘til the morning light?
You smiled, but your eyes looked far away—
Was that the start of slippin’ away?

[Chorus]
At what point did your love break?
Was it slow like ice, or a clean heartache?
Did it fade in silence or snap in a fight,
Was it lost in the day or buried in the night?
I keep searchin’ every memory we made…
At what point… did your love break?

[Verse 2]
Was it that sick night you couldn’t shake,
When I brought you soup and stayed too late?
You thanked me soft, but your lips felt cold—
Did you know right then we were growin’ old?

Was it that road trip back in July,
When we drove ten hours and barely said hi?
Radio on, but the air was thin—
Were you leavin’ me right there and then?

[Chorus]
At what point did your love break?
Was it a small goodbye you never got to say?
Did I miss the signs, too blind to see,
That the end had already started with me?
Now I lie here askin’ every day…
At what point… did your love break?

[Bridge]
Maybe love don’t shatter, it just wears thin
One crack at a time ‘til it caves in

[Final Chorus]
At what point did your love break?
Was it all too much, or just too late?
Did I hold on tighter than you could stand?
Was I fightin’ alone with an empty hand?
Now I’m left with nothin’ but the ache…
Wonderin’ when… your love broke away


At What Point

"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.

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

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Still trying to find my voice, but slowly getting there by each release. 
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