🎙 "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
📩 For playlisting & sync inquiries: seekya27@gmail.com
🔗 Pre-Save Here: Coming soon!

'Before' (Solo Acoustic)

Demo Draft: Working title “Prodigal son”.  - was interested in using the POV of the brother as metaphor for how singer feels. Universal. 

Genre: Indie - Pop, Soft Rock

References: Probably me by Sting & Eric Clapton, somebody that I used to know, Chicago by Michael Jackson, James Arthur - deserve better, Too sweet Hozier

Lyrics:

(I often) Wonder(ing) if I ever cared…
To find you
Father is it even fair
I know that life is cruel 
But I’m tired of playing the news 
(But I’ve thought this one through) 
(I’m the bigger fool)
I’m so over (waiting for you)

(It hurts that I’ve been seeking nothing)
On my knees I’m seeking favour 
By the bed side table 
Hoping in my hearts devotion 
I prayed for better days 
I prayed for better ways 
I’m tired of my faith


PRE CHORUS:

What more can I say?
To make it obvious
What more can I do?

(You don’t see me)


CHORUS:

Leave me here to won-
Der the streets alone
Let me find my way (name) 
Maybe I’ll be okay

I’m just the brother of the prodigal son (son son son)

(© Caleb Obediah, 2025. All rights reserved.)

Prodigal son draft w/ harmonies

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 (unreleased / cut track)

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)

white teeth | SMS
💛
baby, I'm in stitches, twenty four and twenty one too young for you
hold my hand, it's just plain manners at the emergency room
holdin' your cigarette like a murder weapon
chewin' on your worst regrets and this tension
I talk too much, is it obvious I'm obsessed with being your best yet, your best friend?
oh, I can back off if you like, give you peace for the better part of a fortnight
but I'm hopeless, dumb and all yours, obsessed with finding the lover in you
you're something else in this light; all eyes and white teeth, and none of it mine
I'm so hopeless, dumb and yours, I'm obsessed with finding the lover in you
I know I'm too selfish; steal your coffee breaks away and weigh down on you
please don't hold back, if you're mad, be so mad
steal a kiss and owe you fuel and a rage room, oh
holdin' me like I'll jump if you don't
darlin', give yourself a break, I won't break with a little roughin' up
it's okay, you're halfway to the things you say I am
I'm just you now, consumed
oh, I can back off if you like, give you peace for the better part of a fortnight
but I'm hopeless, dumb and all yours, obsessed with finding the lover in you
you're something else in this light; all eyes and white teeth, and none of it mine
I'm so hopeless, dumb and yours, I'm obsessed with finding the lover in you
what if I died in your arms in your dad's haunted house
and you cried, 'til you laughed, 'til your teeth wore down
and I never moved on, and you never moved on
just a pile of bones into dust out of us?
what if I tried 'til you chose me, and we ran away
and your car hit a car and careened off the freeway
and you looked at me, and you loved me, and I smiled; nothing at all but your baby?
I think I'm dyin', I think I'm dyin', I think I'm dyin', I think I'm dyin'
I think I'm dyin', I think I'm dyin', I think I'm dyin', I think I'm dyin'
I hope I'm dyin', I hope I'm dyin'.




white teeth

you're welcome for that.

An original song I played with WT on drums. Inspired by a bike race gone bad when it rained like a hurricane on us. I loaded the original song with a drummer into Suno and this is the first remix. 

No Shoes (Suno)

Do you ever want to give away a couch because you're moving out of your current home?

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[Verse 1]
It can't be said I'm a bargainer
Five back and forths and I ghost them first
Baby, I can never tell
How do you buy and sell
You keep tellin' me to price high
To make a post on the the right sites
But then I get texts from a weird guy
Maybe I don’t need more change
Getting rid of things

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you just wanna lay down, waste all your days
Rot while you binge eat a combo from Cane’s?
If you wanna stand up, I think that’s strange
But if you’re intrigued

[Chorus]
I think I’ll give up this old seat
My comfy spot where I rest my feet
Pre-loved couch for free
Pre-loved couch for free
I’ll give up this old seat
My comfy spot where I rest my feet
Pre-loved couch for free
Pre-loved couch for free

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
It’s made well,
It’s made soft and the arms where you lean
The cushion firm and the cover is clean
Perfect for a nap
But you’re browsing sweat shop crap
Cuz why spend your money on it, babe?
When you can get one from me, free of charge?
I hoped I didn’t need make this plea
But it’s sitting on my lawn
My lease, it ends at dawn

[Pre-Chorus]
Need it gone by the morning, no rain I hope
No it don’t got no bedbugs, nor do I smoke
There’s nothing suspicious, just a sofa to move
All that’s to say

[Chorus]
I think I’ll give up this old seat
My comfy spot where I rest my feet
Pre-loved couch for free
Pre-loved couch for free
I’ll give up this old seat
My comfy spot where I rest my feet
Pre-loved couch for free
Pre-loved couch for free

[Post-Chorus]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Outro]
I think I’ll give up this old seat
My comfy spot where I rest my feet
Pre-loved couch for free
Pre-loved couch for free

Pre-Loved Couch (To the tune of "Too Sweet" by Hozier)

Acoustic guitar; folk; Americana; jam band influences; blues; rock; old time; bluegrass; grungey stuff. Even some electro and EDM vibes occasionally. I play a wide mix of music with a lot of different people.

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.

I'm 20 and I make music from my bedroom! self taught, self produced etc.
He/They r my pronouns 👽 for more about me and also videos, snippets and such go 2 my youtube 🫶

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.

demos because i pay for therapy not studio time.

Cannot Upload on my First account so will uploaded here instead!

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.

🎶 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.

Latest band single: ALL THE SAME out EVERYWHERE 11/08/2025

▶️ Listen on Spotify & Apple Music: @chriskalafut
📸 Follow on TikTok & Instagram: @SEEKAY & @ChrisKalafut
Watch on YouTube: @ChrisKalafutMusic

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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