Supermega Extrafalario

Verse
I move through the quiet, tempo slow (slow… slooow, yeah)
Searching for a rhythm I can’t hold (hold… hooold, woah)



Chorus
I’ve lost my rhythm, can’t keep the time (time… tiiime, woah)
Waiting for a heartbeat to match with mine (mine… oh mine, yeah)
If I don’t guard my fire, I fade away (fade… fa-fade, oh)
Still hoping for a song I can’t yet play (play… play, yeah)



Bridge (optional lift)
Maybe rhythm’s resting, not gone (gone… gooone, woah)
Maybe I’ve been waiting too long (long… looong, yeah)

Fade

Written, Recorded & Produced by TJ Real ✪
Copyright ©️ TJ Real ✪ All Rights Reserved.

I am an unsigned independent artist in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
All my music has been self recorded and produced in my home studio.

I have been writing since a young teen, with over 500 songs written.
The music I write and record comes from a very deep place within me.
It is based off my own experiences in this crazy and beautiful world.
When I am composing I push to create an emotional feel and connection. 

I really hope you can connect and feel my music just as much as I do.
Thank you for taking the time to listen, even if you don't like it.

Peace, Love and Happiness to all of you.
-TJ Real ✪

Slip Away

Im gonna love you - preview

These songs come from quiet street corners—where an old keyboard hums under fading lights, and worn-out voices drift like late prayers. You’ll hear slow footsteps, the crackle of a tired tape, and a streetlamp that no longer shines right. This isn’t just nostalgia—it’s memory still breathing. Music for those who’ve sat alone and heard the city whisper back.

Crossroad in My Soul

Bell Don’t Ring Right

Do You Hear That Shuffle

’57 Revival Tape

Horn on Basin Street

Morning After Mercy

[Verse 1]
Cold coffee rings the porcelain rim,
a key lies dull on the wooden table.
One glass broke, the shard still waits
on the kitchen floor, untouched.

The phone lights up, unread,
its glow too sharp for tired eyes.
Sheets lie creased in daylight’s square,
dust caught floating, merciless and plain.

[Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

[Verse 2]
Fridge hums low, its shelves half-bare,
a bottle of water, a pack of butter.
The street outside is already loud,
a dog, a horn, a door that slams.

A crumpled tissue by the bed,
a candle drowned in its own wax.
The mirror shows a stranger’s face,
blurred with fingerprints and light.

[Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

[Bridge – flüsternd, zerbrechend]
I still feel your hand in mine,
though it’s only in my head.
I whisper it to no one —
I can’t believe it’s dead.

[Final Chorus]
Morning after mercy,
there’s no miracle to find.
Just the echo of your breath,
and the silence you left behind.

(let it fall into silence — no flourish, no light)

Morning After Mercy

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