"Static Ghosts" by Mr. FLEN is a haunting exploration of fragmented memories, disconnection, and the weight of lingering emotions. Blending experimental rock with glitchy electronics, the track creates an eerie, ethereal atmosphere that mirrors the emotional turmoil of being stuck in the past. With dissonant guitar riffs, deep bass pulses, and ambient synths, the song evokes a sense of isolation and haunting reflection.

"Static Ghosts" by Mr. FLEN is a haunting journey through fragmented memories and emotional disconnection. This experimental rock track blends glitchy electronics, dissonant guitar riffs, and ambient synths to create an eerie, introspective atmosphere. With a minimalist production, the song reflects the lingering feeling of being stuck in the past, unable to break free from haunting emotions.

Alternating between spoken-word verses and ghostly falsettos, Mr. FLEN captures the sense of isolation and being lost in static noise. The deep bass pulses and atmospheric soundscapes emphasize the raw emotional weight of the track. "Static Ghosts" stands as a powerful exploration of lingering thoughts and unresolved feelings, combining alternative rock with a chilling, introspective tone.

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Static Ghosts

"Consent obtained under lies is not consent.
Liking the act doesn’t mean agreeing to the betrayal it was wrapped in."

You were not a willing partner to a stranger.
You were a willing partner to someone who never existed.

🖤 SONG INSIGHT – My Pain, Your Ink
This track is the unfiltered moment of realization—where pain meets clarity. It’s about betrayal that wasn’t just emotional, but intimate and spiritual. When someone lies to gain access to your body, your trust, your truth—that’s not love, it’s manipulation. And when you finally understand that? The grief hits different. You stop mourning the relationship and start mourning the self that was stolen inside it.

This song captures that shift. It rides the edge between confession and collapse, rage and reflection. It’s not just about a bad partner—it’s about someone who wrote their story using your blood. A song for every person who walked away not just hurt—but permanently changed.

🎶 LYRICS (Clean Display – No Brackets)
Verse 1
Fallin’ mind stuck in replay
Daydreams, blockin' what I say
Lied—had me in your bed all day
No cap, just head, a replay

Fed your obsession,
You got high, wanted pain
Your eyes went dead
But I never agreed to play

Echo: eyes went dead…

Verse 2
Every shot you mocked, kept me swoll
Nails deep cut my skin
Every time you yelled my name
Just a fill-in space you gave me

Pre-Chorus
Stacked up lies, cries
All I wanted was peace inside
A room I could breathe, feelin me
Making love wrong, every night

Chorus
You say love, it was control
Signed my soul, forged my name
My blood your pen, my pain your sin
Took what I can’t rebuild, now I sink

Echo: your sin, I sink…

Verse 3
I washed my mind in smoke
Burn this hate, but I choke
Tried to sell it, yell it, let it go
But it clings to me, like dope

Drownin’, these dreams
Swimming empty streams
Veins can't drink my pain away
Falling on pills just an escape

Echo: just an escape…

Bridge (Spoken)
Feelin’ something real inside
Telling me there’s no rewind
You had no right, whatcha took

Outro (Spoken)
Cut my line, no vitals, no time
Just me, spiralin’, losin’ the climb
Wanted love—but this was a fake
You were never real. My worst mistake.

🧠 ARTIST REFLECTION
It took me a long time to realize that what happened to me wasn’t just toxic—it was a form of abuse. I thought it was love, because I was told it was. But it was manipulation from the beginning, and I didn’t consent to that kind of deception. This song is my way of reclaiming that truth, even if it hurts. Especially because it hurts. I know I’m not alone.

💿 ABOUT 4ME2BEFREE
4Me2BeFree is about liberation through expression. Every song is a mirror, a weapon, a confession. Built from raw emotion and cinematic sound, this project blends pain and poetry into something real.

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My Pain Your Ink

Built with fire and folklore, this track blends Afrobeat pulse, street gospel, and cinematic grit. It’s a SoundCloud-exclusive drop that lives between mythology and menace—produced by TUDAKAY, featuring Rio Rocket on full spiritual combustion.

This is part prayer, part warning. No hook. No rules. Just a voice channeling legacy and heat through raw, cracked percussion.

And just when you think you’ve survived the storm… it slips into an R&B aftershock. Smooth. Seductive. Unexpected.

🎧 Listen to the sequel: Bad Bonnie Bledsoe → https://soundcloud.com/theriorocket/bad-bonnie-bledsoe

DAYAYA is that 💦 stuff that makes guys lose their 🧠.

Copyright ©2025 RIO ROCKET, All Rights Reserved
Performed by RIO ROCKET
Composed by TUDAKAY @tudakay
Mixed by NATO

DAYAYA – The Origin of Bad Bonnie Bledsoe (SoundCloud Exclusive)

🔻 Song Insight: Song Title by 4Me2BeFree
Some betrayals aren’t loud. They don’t explode—they are designed, curated, rehearsed.
Some people don’t love you; they study you.

This song is for anyone who’s ever realized they were just a piece in someone else’s game. For the ones who walked through fire and still weren’t burned enough to play their part. It’s about manipulation disguised as love, about being framed as the villain in someone else’s story.

A match made in heaven, straight to hell. Some plans fail when love refuses to break.

[Intro]
I know you planned my end
[Pause]
A way to see me come undone
[Pause]
Planting seeds, seep deep inside
[Pause]
The depths of hell you upheld your lie

[Verse]
Did you ever think to try?
Is this how you've survived?
What's got you so fucked up inside?

[Chorus]
A match made in heaven driven straight to hell
I thought I'd never see love die
To think you were ever on my side

[Verse]
Your nights awake, planning a break
A slipstream ideas
[Pause]
A way to escape
Having thoughts, you made a plan
Begging me to understand

[Chorus]
History, a time seduced
Hoping to gain control
An illusion you craft alone
No way to deny the lie
[Pause]
You set the trap, Seduction, you think I can't deny
[Pause]
Stop…
[Pause]
Don’t
[Pause]
JUST lose control!
[Pause]
BITCH… Use your fist!
[Pause]
Make me BLEED was your plea, angered threats or you'd leave
Lights, camera, it's your reaction
If only to convince me to take the bait
You needed to be seen
Paint me as your villain

[Outro]
Broken plan I could never understand
To incite anger, fear, it never reared
I didn't see the same you
It was love that was inside of me
Now I see what you could never be

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Broken Silence  (Blues) (Explicit)

"Lights Gone Low" is a heartfelt journey through solitude and self-acceptance. This track captures the quiet strength of facing darkness with honesty. It's not a cry for help—it's a whisper of truth, echoing through empty streets and glowing screens. Let the low lights guide you inward.

Lights Gone Low

🎧 Song Title: Geek ON Fleek
Artist: 4Me2BeFree

I told you this was my life playing out in real-time. These songs… they’re not just tracks. They’re my journal. My truth. Each lyric is a feeling—some from the past, some still unfolding—but all of them have a place on these walls.

From the walls that crumbled to the gardens that grew in their place, every piece is part of me… or who I used to be.

This song is a throwback in sound, but not in story. The story is very much alive.

So it would be wrong of me not to quietly, respectfully acknowledge the man who helped this one come to life.

When I was convinced the world had run dry of compassion, he reminded me that even in chaos, you can still show up—for people, for animals, for yourself.

He’s grown in ways I hope to. And no matter what happens next, I’ll always be proud of him.

And he’ll always be my friend..

🎼 Lyrics
[Intro]
vinyl crackle
Just me, alone, thinking ‘bout you.

[Verse 1]
The way you walk in, I can’t pretend—
I want a friend, I want my man.
His ass is fine, lips pop true,
Gettin’ stuck on him like glitter on glue.
Textin’ wild stuff about the things we do.

[Pre-Chorus]
yearning harmonies
I want my friend, I want him now.

[Chorus]
proud, layered hook
He’s my freak that’s shy,
That’s my f**kin’ guy.
No one else gets me high.

[Spoken Interlude]
spoken, sassy, tense
You can say hi...
But he’s not bi.
voice spikes BI!
steps shifting
Bitch, don’t try—hold my hoops, I’m ready.
chairs scraping tables moving
Come here... stop runnin’, my poochies ain’t steady.

[Verse 2]
raw rap, sensual phrasing
That’s him, right there in the crowd.
Pink kink shirt, yeah, him—no doubt.
Shy at first... wild at play.
I’m his geek, he’s my freak.
His lips, his neck... down to his—
sharp harmony Shut your mouth.
He got it locked in.
Mad respect for the thrill...

[Bridge]
music screeches to a halt
Wait... let me spill the truth.
To be real...
We just started talkin’ a few weeks ago.
Yeah, I write these songs and have fun—
Maybe scare him a little... come on strong.
But hearing him get nervous is cute.
And you know what?
He showed up.
No lies.
He showed up.

[Outro]
reflective, cinematic textures
Whoever lost him... lost their way.
Maybe the same way someone lost me.
To the ones who walked away:
I’d rather live and love,
And die young...
Than be rich, old, alone—
Never knowing what it meant to be loved.
Whatever happens...
My freak on fleek...
He’ll always be my friend.

🔗 4Me2BeFree
This song represents what 4Me2BeFree is about: humor, hurt, pride, and finding voice through contrast. It’s genderless and genreless and glam as hell... and it still hits.

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Fleek Geek

“F, U, R, Y” is a high-energy, genre-bending track that punches through conventions with a mix of wit, chaos, and confidence. The chorus is a bold anthem—repeating the name "FURY" like a mantra—while the verses explode with unpredictable metaphors, dark humor, and surreal imagery.

The artist blends street-smart wordplay with abstract reflections on identity, rage, and contradiction—balancing heavy bars like “Do you really want your iPhone not to recognize your face” with satirical jabs like “Hold on to your nuts, this isn't your ordinary blow!” It’s unapologetic, wild, and wired with a restless energy.

“F, U, R, Y” isn’t just a name. It’s a statement. It’s a presence. It’s chaos wrapped in charisma.



F.U.R.Y (Anthem)

🎵 Title: Lali Lala La Lima – La Cerveza Última
By Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Groove Piano House / Zampoña Flute / Accordion / Tropical Soul / Spoken Word / Urban Romance / Hangover Love

Step into a sun-drenched, flute-laced love story brewed in the heart of Lima.
A groove-heavy cocktail of funked-up piano house, seductive zampoña melodies, and Peruvian folklore vibes, Lali Lala La Lima takes you on a euphoric ride through neon nights, cold beers, and warm glances.

🍺 Cristal, Pilsen, Arequipeña... every sip is a verse.
🌆 Barranco, Miraflores, Plaza de Armas... every street pulses like a beat.
💃 A mysterious chica leads the way — and you follow, deeper into the rhythm, further from who you were.

Bilingual spoken word, flirtatious Spanish slang, accordion stabs, and hypnotic breakdowns blur the line between memory and melody.
This is not a travel song.
This is a hazy, heartfelt postcard soaked in beer foam and kissed by a stranger who knew the rhythm better than you ever will.

Still dancing in your bones long after the night ends.
Still humming like a buzz you never want to lose.

🌤️ Lali lala la Lima — the cerveza was última, but the feeling? Eternal.

LYRICS: 

I raised the glass —
and gold met sky.
Sun spilled through the Cristal,
and Lima smiled back.

No map, no past —
just sunlight in a bottle,
and the rhythm of a city
that knows how to make you forget
why you ever came.

Started the night in Barranco,
Street art kissed with candlelight.
One Cusqueña Negra went down smooth —
Dark like her eyes in the moonlight.

Pilsen Callao made my words go loose,
Like salsa feet with no excuse.
One sip, two laughs, three hours gone —
I was a song… she sang along.

Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
Golden foam, lips on glass,
My lonely night got drunk so fast
Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
Cristal dreams in a coastal bar —
She laughed, and lit up all of Larcomar.


Miraflores breeze through my shirt,
A buzz in my chest, not just from the beer.
She handed me an Arequipeña,
Whispered: “Te falta ritmo, extranjero, ven ya.”

We danced by the Plaza de Armas,
Drunk on light and lime and charm.
The beat got lost, the night got thick —
I swore I saw the stars do tricks.

Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
She spun like rhythm, kissed like sun,
And I forgot where I came from.
Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
One more drink, one more delay —
And all my doubts got danced away.

“¡Oe causa! Estás más perdido que cuy en ceviche,
Pero tranqui, papi — yo soy tu guía turística con privilegio.”*
“Tómate otra, y deja de pensar — que Lima no muerde, solo besa…”
Y si te portas bien... quizás te doy la sorpresa.”

But chill, papi — I’m your VIP tour guide.
Have another drink, stop overthinking — Lima doesn’t bite, it kisses.
And if you behave… I might surprise you.”)

I don’t know how many I had.
Could’ve been four…
Could’ve been forever.

The streets were glowing.
Not from light —
but from music that shimmered like heat.
She danced ahead of me,
barefoot in her sandals,
laughing like a bell lost in fog.

I followed.
Not because I had to —
but because Lima had stopped being a place...
and turned into a song.

The morning spilled through the curtains —
just like the beer did the night before.
Still warm.
Still golden.
Still tasting of her.

My head was fog,
my mouth dry —
but my heart?
Still humming something from Barranco.
A rhythm.
A laugh.
A kiss I almost believed.

Lima didn’t steal me.
She just…
kept a little part of me.
Somewhere between the flute and the foam.
Somewhere between the beat
and her hand on my shoulder.

Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
Still dancing deep inside my bones,
Still drunk… even when I’m home.
Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
A buzz, a kiss, a final glow —
And a hot chica guiding me slow...

Lali Lala La Lima

🎧 Groove House × Dub × Ironic Cool

A mellow yet swaggering Groove House cut with dub textures and a smirking edge, “Never Take Her Serious” blends confident male vocals, soulful piano stabs, and deep, bouncy bass into a hypnotic groove.

🌀 The mood? Slick, detached, and too self-aware to care.
🕶️ The message? A tongue-in-cheek parody of manosphere life coaches who preach alpha dog doctrine from behind ring lights.

💬 Spoken intros and hummed outros glide through filtered delay FX, while electric guitar accents slide in like side-eyes — only during transitions or dramatic drops. The hook? Short, ironic, and dangerously catchy:

🎶 “Never take her serious — just take yourself mysterious.” 🎶

🫥 Final section fades with moody humming and whispered gospel from the algorithm.

Lyrics:

Never take a woman too serious…

He's live again, shades on tight,
Streaming wisdom late at night.
Crypto dreams, no dinner dates,
Alpha talk through clickbait gates.

“Discipline.
No distractions.
Self first.
No reactions.”

“Never take her serious —
Just take yourself mysterious.”

“Never take her serious —
Just take yourself mysterious.”

Tells you "bro, emotions blind,"
“Fall in love? You're way behind.”
Mirror talk and protein shake,
Likes and views for wisdom's sake.

“She’s a test.
You’re the system.
She’s a guest.
You? The algorithm.”

“Never take her serious —
Just take yourself mysterious.”

“She’s a moment.
You’re the mainframe.
Alpha out.”

Alpha Chatroom

🎵 Song Insight: “Not Today”
🔻 Song Insight
 “Not Today” is a quiet act of defiance. Told in hushed tones, drawn-out hums, and emotionally restrained verses, the song becomes a eulogy for voices too often ignored — those misnamed, misgendered, displaced, erased. Each vignette tells the story of someone forgotten not because of what they did, but because of who they were. It’s not loud. It doesn’t scream. Instead, it asks listeners to sit in the silence… and finally hear it.
This isn’t just a protest song — it’s a cinematic memory wall, a concrete lament textured with vinyl crackle, rain, and raw human breath. The “mmm” motif is more than a hum; it’s the sound of being told to be quiet — and choosing not to.

🔻 Lyrics
Intro:
MMM—MMM—
MMM—MMM—

Verse 1: Powerful:
 Once there was a boy who
 Crossed out every label he didn’t choose
 And when he spoke the name he knew
 The silence wasn’t something new
“he spoke his name”

Chorus:
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— it’s fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— we’re fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
they’ll say
It’s fine. 
“It’s fine”. —
You’re fine.
“You’re fine”— 
Until  today.—
“To-oda-ay”

Verse 2: Powerful:
 Once there was a woman
 Who thought the papers meant she could belong
 But when the knock came late that night
 The flag outside no longer stood strong
—”no longer”— “longer”
 —”stood”— “no no no” 

Chorus:
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— it’s fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— we’re fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
they’ll say
It’s fine. 
“It’s fine”. —
You’re fine.
“You’re fine”— 
Until  today.—
“To-oda-ay”

Verse 3: Powerful:
 Once there was a student
 Who asked a question no one else would say
 And when the cameras came around
 They took her sign and walked away
“Away- away- away” — “walked away”

Chorus:
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— it’s fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— we’re fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
they’ll say
It’s fine. 
“It’s fine”. —
You’re fine.
“You’re fine”— 
Until  today.—
“To-oda-ay”
“Un—til” — “to—day”

Bridge: Powerful:
A home built from borrowed names
Hands held tight through sleepless nights
Morning sun ignites the dark
Shadows run — but leave their mark
“Sha—dows” “ru—n”  “leaving their mark”

Chorus:
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— it’s fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
— we’re fine
ahhh—MMM—
ahhh—ooo—
they’ll say
It’s fine. 
“It’s fine”. —
You’re fine.
“You’re fine”— 
Until  today.—
“To-oda-ay”

Outro: Powerful:
 By being silenced—
 By being shunned—
 By being erased—
 Because of name—
 Because of body—
 Because of love—
 Because of borders—
 Because of books—
 Because of fear—
 Because of flags—
 Because of a history they didn’t make—
 Still, we are here
“ Still, we are here”
“Here– here– here–”
MMM—MMM—
MMM—MMM—

🔻 Personal Reflection
 This song began as a murmur — not a melody, not even a line. Just a gut feeling.
Two years ago, I lost everything I thought was permanent. On July 4th, when most people were celebrating, I was learning how quickly silence can take over your life. That kind of silence doesn’t just come from grief. It comes from being erased.
“Not Today” came from nights of thinking about the people who never got to speak up — those who were named incorrectly, misgendered, dismissed, or quietly pushed out. People like me. People nothing like me. People who still deserve to be heard.
I didn’t want this to be polished. I wanted it to feel real. That’s why I kept the breath. That’s why we leaned into restraint. That’s why the hums linger longer than the words. Because sometimes the sound that stays with you is the one you couldn’t say.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
 With “Not Today,” 4Me2BeFree continues our mission: to take the unspeakable and give it voice — quietly, cinematically, and unapologetically human.
This track is part of a broader creative arc that blends memory, protest, and personal transformation into immersive soundscapes. We don’t write to follow genre. We write to follow feeling.

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Not Today

Music is not just an art form for me—it's a lifeline, a form of therapy that sees me through the highs and lows of life. Each track I create is a piece of my soul, translated into sound. It's in the depths of melodies and rhythms that I find solace, pouring my emotions and experiences into each note as a way to heal and understand myself better. My music is a diary of my journey, a reflection of the inner workings of my mind and heart. When you notice an influx of new tracks, it's a signal that I'm navigating through tougher times, seeking refuge and expression through my music. This direct channel from my innermost thoughts to your ears is what makes my music raw, real, and resonant. So, as you listen, know that you're not just experiencing a song, but a chapter of my life, a moment of catharsis, and a piece of my path to healing. My hope is that it may offer you the same comfort and escape it provides me.

Cybermonk, digital hermit, electronic music, meditation

Rio Rocket is a Sonic Exorcist🔊 building Cathedrals of Sound⛪. His artistic identity baptized in cinematic ink.  

Not just a face. Not just a sound.
"I am the atmosphere between the frame and the feeling."

🎬 As an actor, I live the story. 🎧 As a soundtrack artist, I shape the emotion. 🎙️ As a spokesperson, I speak the brand into being.

"I create experiences—on screen, in sound, and in spirit."

Rio Rocket is a Sonic Exorcist building Cathedrals of Sound. His artistic identity is baptized in cinematic ink.

My work lives where cinema meets composition, where visuals need a voice, and where music tells you everything the dialogue can’t.

Whether it's a horror score pulsing beneath a nightmare… A voiceover carrying the weight of a brand… Or a performance that brings characters to life…
—I’m already there.

Because every story deserves more than attention.

It deserves a heartbeat. A tone. A signature (~RR)

"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.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

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