🎙 "Before (Acoustic)" is a raw, intimate folk-inspired ballad about looking back on a love that slipped away. Stripped down to just voice and guitar, this track delivers deep emotional storytelling with a haunting melody. Perfect for reflective moments, indie films, and acoustic playlists.

📅 Release Date: April 4, 2025
🎧 RIYL (Recommended If You Like): Ben Howard, Hozier, Bon Iver, Noah Kahan
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'Before' (Solo Acoustic)

Hozier - The Humours of Whiskey (Youtube Vocal Sample)

Irish Sea

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This is an anthem for the unbreakable bond that guides us through the dark. A promise to lift each other up when the world's too loud. We don't need gold, just the love we're making – forever young, right here, right now. This is the sound of being carried home.

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Carry Me Home [Pop | Soulful House]

Steve is the guy who tries to be optimistic, maybe a bit too much, but always ends up miserable... just checking in to make sure Steve is OK
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LYRICS:
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Today is the greatest
Lie I’ve ever told  
I wear it like armor
Painted in gold  
I’ll blind my own eyes  
Before I compromise  

I wanted truth  
But silence always found me  

I wanted proof  
That life could still astound me  

Today is the greatest? 
The greatest day I’ve ever known  
The world tastes bitter
But I’ll spit at it like a stone  
Today is the greatest? 
Say it till it’s gone  
I keep repeating
Maybe hope 
Will come along soon

Faded-out scars 
That whisper when I sleep  
Regrets are a garden
Roots tangled too deep  

My angel wings are 
Tethered in chains  
My body aches
But the mask still remains  

Today is the greatest? 
The greatest day I’ve ever known  
The world tastes bitter
And I spit at it like a stone  

Today is the greatest? 
Say it till it’s numb  
The more I chant it
The more it feels undone  

Is this salvation...
Or just disguise?  
A painted promise  
That never will survive

Today is the greatest? 
The greatest day I’ve ever known  
The world tastes bitter
I spit at it all alone  

Today is the greatest? 
The words fall to the floor  
I said it too often-
And I don’t believe it no more  

Today is the greatest?  
Today is the greatest?  
Today is the greatest 
Day I’ve ever-

known

is it? 
is it? 
is it really? 

is it? 
is it? 
are you sure? 

are you sure...
you can carry on? 

-----------------
hope you're okay, Steve
...to all the Steve's out there
hang in there, buddy 🫂 
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ARE YOU OKAY, STEVE?

"things sometimes don't go your way... and the memory still lingers... and the pain still stings"

LYRICS:
I wonder if that place
We used to live in Denver

Is still standing there
Where it used to be on Fremont

The corner had that little taco joint
We both knew-
Remember it burned down
The last day spent together

I sensed that something was changing
Your face had lost its glow

Disposition had changed its nature
You were just someone 
That I used to know

Go back
To that tiny house on Fremont

Get back
To those lazy afternoons

Now I'm sitting by a woman prima donna
And I'm wonderin' if she'll ever be like you
Turn back time
To bake that chocolate cake for holiday
Don't you miss those simple times
Lickin' ice cream at the zoo

Where we'd maybe get up
Off the couch once per day
To keep our fitness-
So we could eat more Twinkies

Why'd you ever leave
For that guy in Iceland
I always made your lunch
Put pickles on the side

Does this whole new life
In your fairy world of Iceland
Ever make you wonder
What you left back here in Denver?

Ten years have passed
Not gettin' over this
Is lesson that-
Good things never last

I must tell you
But no one hears me
I now hate you
But it does not matter

Never go back
To that tiny house on Fremont

Never get back
To those lazy afternoons

You'll never see me
Hold pictures of our daughter
'Cause you took away
The memories
Of the gift that never was.

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Tiny House on Fremont

A Melodic House & Techno reinterpretation of Hozier’s Too Sweet.

Deep bass, hypnotic grooves and emotional layers for the dancefloor.

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Hozier – Too Sweet (Lahm Remix) | Melodic House & Techno

trying to deal the best you can with living your winter days in a cold and distant rural town
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LYRICS:
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I hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
These hands grow cold
Hearts heavy with sorrow

The wind keeps blowing 
Through these open plains
We’re just waiting out 
The winter rains

Coffee’s hot
But it’s hard to rise
The daylight barely scratches the sky
We hibernate
Lose track of time
Counting the hours till the light

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And carry us out of this midnight air

My Becca’s tucked away 
In the basement chair
Everything I say 
Drifts off into the air

She used to laugh in June
With wings upon her back
Now I’m counting down the days 
Till sunlight tracks

We’ve been walking in the frost 
And the grey
Dreaming of spring 
In a world turned away

If the winds will shift
Maybe hearts will too
Bring the warmth back 
To me and you

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And carry us out of this midnight air

We’ll hibernate ‘til supper time
Lose ourselves in winter’s rhyme
But I remember brighter skies
When meadowlarks would fly

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And, carry us out 
Of this midnight air

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
Carry us out 
Of this midnight air

Dakota won’t you open
Your dreary skies
So wide and cold

Bring back the warmth 
We’ve been hoping

And let our hearts unfold.

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Season of the Bear - Winter Song

"A year of love, a heart pressed flat, and one word says it all: PANCAKED.”
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LYRICS:
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You didn’t see me at all,
just walked right through the hall,
like I was part of the wallpaper,
just another face to ignore.

And something in me caved,
like a roof in the rain,
I was flattened, folded,
pancaked on the floor.

Weeks slipped quietly by,
I rehearsed my lines at night,
finally asked you out on Friday,
but you just...
Shook your head.

I was pressed into silence,
crushed where I stood,
flattened under the weight—
pancaked for good.

At last you said yes,
though your smile was paper-thin,
we wandered through the evening,
but you couldn’t wait to end.

Said it was a horrible night,
like the spark had never ignited,
I was smashed, squashed, compressed—
and totally pancaked

Why do I run toward the weight,
when I know it’ll break me down?
Why do I keep my hands out,
just to get knocked around?

Every step feels heavier,
but I keep moving still,
pressed and pressed again
by some invisible will.

I know I’ll end up flattened,
spread out on the ground,
but something inside whispers,
“don’t stop now.”

One year circled back around,
I booked the table, lit the town,
we’d eat, then fall through clouds,
anything to keep you proud.

But the night unraveled fast,
your silence colder than the glass,
I was decimated, leveled, destroyed—
pancaked at last.

Smash, squashed, compressed,
flung against the mess,
leveled, buried, annihilated,
overpowered, decimated—
Pancaked, pancaked!

When the noise is gone,
I’m just lying here still,
spread-eagled in the silence,
knowing I always will.

Sad and tragic,
flattened thin and small,
pancaked again—
and I’ll wait for the fall.

Hands keep turning,
each second pressing in.
I feel myself folded,
compressed by the hours,
pancaked by the weight of days.

Tick by tick,
I’m leveled, smoothed, 
spread thin,
until the cycle starts again...

To be pancaked
All over again.

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PANCAKED AGAIN

TOO SWEET VS VIVA LA VIDA MASHUP

Hold Fast is an intimate indie-folk duet about the real work of love—choosing each other through the mess, the cracks, and the quiet mornings. Built on acoustic warmth, poetic details, and voices in dialogue, it turns burnt toast, red wine stains, and cracked tile into vows worth keeping.

Hold Fast

I hope this finds you well

Late-night trips
To justify our trysts
Now there's just abyss
In the shape of my soul
Laying fence
In the form of past-tense
Now there's all the bends
In lieu of making amends

I'll be the pavement you walk on, Honey
The fated and walled-in days bleed out
You text like we never met
You said you'll be moving on so I bleed out

You'll be getting a move on and
With every step
My love is the bounce in your stride
Soon you'll wake to a new dawn and
With no regrets
Butterfly, blind me with your light
Blind me with your light

I'll be the pavement you walk on, Honey
The fated and walled-in days bleed out
You text like we never met
You said you'll be moving on so I bleed out

Do you see me as a stranger now?
In spite of everything we were bound
But it was my fault we were dropped
Don't you ever think I forgot
Will you remember my name?
You were my everything, Jane

Every sentence from your mouth
Is the most beautiful melody
Every penance, falling down
I just want you to envelope me

Strum a chord on my heartstrings
When you utter any word

Looking back it was a sense of self
I was lacking on my end
Moving past put me through hell
A place like I’ve never felt

Butterfly

TAKE ME TO CHURCH - ( HATHORIS MASHUP )

This is a song about the grief for the "me's" we buried to fit into the world.

It's about the pieces of us silenced at fifteen for a fear of not belonging. It's about "breaking bones to obey" and "wearing silence like a skin."

Most importantly, it's an anthem about the choice to stop just surviving and to be born again. A song for anyone ready to be free from the guilt of existing.

"Let it rise for the ones who broke Let it rise for the words we choked Let it rise for our younger selves"

You were born to be free.

THE ME I BURIED (Let It Rise)

Lyrics 

There are pieces of me
That never came to life
But they ache
they still do
Like they died inside

There was a me who showed up loud
Wore no mask, feet on the ground
Spoke too soon, laughed too much
Fell asleep wherever love would touch

No need to prove, no need to hide
That me… I buried before he could rise
I feared the silence
That swallows those
Who don’t know how to shrink or pose

Now sometimes I pass by
The ghost I’ve tried to play
And I miss the voice
That I locked away

I carry grief
For what I left behind
But I’m still here
With fire in my spine

The me I buried
Still breathes in me
Let it rise, let it rise
I was born to be free

There was a me who danced alone
Who never asked to earn his tone
He didn’t shrink to fit the frame
He didn’t lie to play the game

Broke my bones to obey 
Folded just to fade away
That version of me 
I made him small
Thinking growing up
Meant disappebeataring after all

But sometimes in the quiet
I still hear that laugh
The joy I choked
Trying not to crack

I carry grief
For who I couldn’t save
The me I buried
To try and behave

But he's still here
He’s waking in me
Let it rise, let it rise
I was born to be free

It’s not drama
it’s a scar
With a name and an age
Fifteen, maybe less
When I swallowed the key
And locked the best of me

I wasn’t born to just endure
No more.


But today…

I carry grief
But I choose to rise
I open the door
To what I’ve kept inside

The me I buried
Is breaking free
Let it rise, let it rise 
I was born to be free

Let it rise for the ones who broke
Let it rise for the words we choked
Let it rise for the dreams we shelved
Let it rise  for our younger selves

Let it rise
Let it rise
I was born to be free

Let it rise
Let it rise
You were born to be free

If you hear me rising
At fifty
Or fifteen again

Don’t cheer
Just stay
Just witness
Just let me… be

This time
I stay
With me

The Me I Buried (Let It Rise)

Future x Hozier – Mask Off × Take Me to Church (Mashup)

Do I wanna know (cover)

Music Producer
Genres: House · Techno · Indie · Trance

With every release, a new emotion
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Since childhood, my passion for sound was sparked by legends like The Beatles and Pink Floyd, thanks to my father and the magic of discovery online. During my teenage years, music and parties became inseparable from who I was.
Eventually, I found my true calling in electronic music.

Traveling through Berlin, Amsterdam, and Eastern Europe deepened my love for the genre. I now bring together melody and innovation to create immersive sonic journeys in House, Techno, Indie and Trance.

Welcome to the journey.

LyvnFade // Deep Electronic Sounds
Producing powerful Progressive House, Deep House & Melodic Techno.
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Venus Fly is a Florida-Based EDM Producer/DJ with a hip-hop background, infusing his digicore/hyperpop style into heavy -styled dubstep and riddim. Occasionally drifting into House & Techno, he is a well-rounded producer with many different genre styles! Focused on melodic energy and crazy bass drops, he aims to engage with the crowd through ear candy and catchy melodies! 

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CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Sentimento é humano.
A arte é digital.
A alma é minha  e sangra em cada frequência.

Human feeling. Digital art.
My soul in every frequency.

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On January 6, 2010, Marco, known as Marco van Dutch, and Sascha, known as Dele, joined forces to establish Fresh Beatz Int. This international DJ and producer team specializes in creating captivating and unforgettable sound experiences that resonate with audiences around the globe.

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24 years old, I make all my own music and am born and raised in Canmore, Alberta.     : )       "Life's a jump, Stunt it"
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🎶 Chris Kalafut | Singer-Songwriter & Storyteller
Music that feels—raw, emotional, and timeless. Inspired by classic songwriters & bands and modern indie-folk/pop, I write songs about love, loss, and everything in between.

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SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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