A folk-noir album exploring the human condition at the intersection of the divine and the earthly.

Sarah's Laughter

The sacred ritual of late-night contemplation, where smoke rings become halos and ashtrays become altars. The bridge questions which addiction leads to salvation.

Cigarettes and Scripture

Dark humor meets existential bookkeeping. A man tallies his losses like a cosmic mathematician, discovering the sum always equals grace.

The Accountant of Sorrows

Tower of Babel Blues

A haunting dialogue with past selves, forgiving the boy who couldn't yet carry the man's griefs. The chorus is a mantra of radical self-forgiveness.

Letter to My Younger Ghost

Explode

I’ve been opened, sewn, scanned, and sent home more times than I’d care to count. After a while it stops feeling like survival and starts feeling like routine. The body memorizes the drill, the mind learns to wait its turn, and somewhere in the repetition you start to laugh at how ordinary it’s become. “Cut Me Clean” isn’t about pain or triumph. It’s about the maintenance of being alive. You heal, you return, you do it again. Not because you’re strong, but because you still can.

Songs I've Lived By

Cut Me Clean

It started with little things.
I’d walk into a room and stop
couldn’t remember what I came for.
Laughed about it.
Everyone laughs at first.
“Too many tabs open,” they said.
And I agreed.
Because it’s easier than saying I’m scared.

They start speaking slower,
like volume fixes memory.
Names come with pauses,
smiles come with pity.
I still notice the way their eyes shift
when I can’t find a word fast enough.
I used to fill silences
now they do it for me.

There’s a hum in the air where thoughts used to be,
like the TV left on just to keep me company.
They call it forgetting, I call it fog.
I still know love, even when I get it wrong.

I keep photos like proof I was real.
Sometimes I swear they’ve rearranged themselves.
A man hugs me,
says he’s my son.
He smells like cedar,
I want to believe him.
It’s cruel
how the heart remembers longer than the mind.

There’s a hum in the air where thoughts used to be,
like the TV left on just to keep me company.
They call it forgetting, I call it fog.
I still know love, even when I get it wrong.

They whisper in the kitchen now.
I hear my name through the wall.
I wish they’d just ask me
I’d tell them, I’m still here.
I’m still here,
just further away.

The nurse hums the same song each morning.
I think I used to know the words.
Some days I hum with her.
Some days I just listen
and the static feels kind.
The blur feels kind.

There’s a hum in the air where I used to be,
like the radio tuning between memories.
They call it forgetting, I call it free.
I still know love
and that’s enough for me.

Anamorphosis

Dementia

🎬 SONG INSIGHT: “Easy Come – Easy Go” – 4Me2BeFree

🔻 Song Insight
“Easy Come – Easy Go” is the sound of letting go with grace — the kind of grace that’s earned through chaos, not calm. It’s about realizing that some people speak a different code entirely, that love only works when both sides are decoding the same truth. The track moves like a confession in motion — raw, melodic, and grounded in acceptance rather than rage. Sometimes the lesson isn’t about who was right; it’s about who’s finally free enough to move on.

🔻 Lyrics

Verse 1
For every point you had to make
For everything you saw in me
I’d rather it be love that stayed
Than the evil you gave
You said I wasn’t ready
Said I couldn’t let the past go
But that only showed how little you know
What I grieve, you don’t own
Asking for peace was me moving on

Pre-Chorus / Bridge A
I tried to find calm in the noise
Hoping truth would fill the void

Chorus 1
You said you’d be there, but you let me go
Words fell from walls without hope
I offered too much, desperate for love
Who are you to blame me for wanting more?

Verse 2
Each night passed, another drink to chase
Family be damned, another misplaced faith
Living again in the shadow of a bottle
Forgetting the pain you already faced
You lied and said it’s in check
By the end, it’s just another regret
Your mask was thin, I saw right through
A selfish flag waving in plain view

Bridge B
I hoped it wasn’t true, prayed it wasn’t you
But fuck it — what else could I do?

Chorus 2
You said you’d be there, but you let me go
Words fell from walls without hope
I offered too much, desperate for love
Who are you to blame me for wanting more?

Verse 3
So cheers to what you said
To the groundwork you laid
To the friends who fed the flame
And all the mistakes you’ll make
Maybe the stars aligned
Just under different skies
Too many clicks fell into place
And I had to ask — was this fate?

Bridge C (reflective)
I’ve traveled far, I’ve carried weight
My bags are heavy, but I won’t break
In the end, I know my worth
Even if you can’t see the road
One less drink, one less shot
Maybe you’ll see what you never got

Final Chorus
Maybe it’s chance, maybe it’s me
Blinded by the noise you need
You’ve got your song, my muse, your scene
I’m still standing — living my dream

Verse 4 / Closing Section
You said I was the red flag
Couldn’t see my growth
It’s hard pointing fingers
When it’s an ex you’re still living with
Keep on living whatever this is
I’ll keep breathing, finding bliss
You’ll be fine — you have a type
I’ll move on, reclaim my life

Outro
You said you’d be there, but you let me go
Words fell from walls without hope
I offered too much, desperate for love
Who are you to blame me for wanting more?

Tag
Don’t worry — this is the only one you get.
I guess you weren’t much in the way of a lasting memory.

🔻 Personal Reflection
This song came from the moment I realized that growth doesn’t always happen together — sometimes it means walking away from someone who stopped decoding you. “Easy Come – Easy Go” isn’t bitter; it’s freedom disguised as closure. It’s about finding peace in your own progress and refusing to stay lost in someone else’s encryption.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
For 4Me2BeFree, “Easy Come – Easy Go” represents evolution — not just in sound, but in perspective. It bridges raw emotional truth with the rhythm of acceptance. Every verse feels like a release valve, channeling pain into clarity. This song belongs to anyone who finally said, “enough,” and meant it.

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Easy Come - Easy Go

This track is an unfiltered look at what it means to be people. We run away, we lie, we miss our friends, and we miss who we used to be. "Humans" is a reminder that beneath the surface, we are all equally brave and equally small. It’s a plea for empathy in a world where everyone has "so far to go."

An emotional Alternative anthem about the shared struggle of being human.

[Verse 1]

People grow and change, people run away
We don't see them anymore
People out their eyes, people out and lie
People break like cheap decor

[Pre-Chorus]

Sometimes we forget that humans are the same
So much more the same than we know

[Chorus]

People are so brave, people are so small
People have so far to go
So be kind
Be kind
Be kind

[Verse 2]

People miss their flight, people miss their friends
People drink a little more
People miss their dad, people miss their mom
People miss who they were before

[Pre-Chorus]

Sometimes we forget that humans are the same
So much more the same than we know

[Chorus]

People are so brave, people are so small
People have so far to go
So be kind
Be kind
Be kind
Be kind
Be kind
Be kind

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]

Be kind
Be kind
Be kind
Be kind
Be kind
Be kind

Conduit - Humans

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"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.

"DANCE" the witchdoctor whispers 🕺
"WITCHDOCTOR'S CURSE" out jan 2026

Post-punk / alt-indie rock formed in the 90s → recently revived with new releases of old and new material. Raw guitars, lo-fi edge, melodic hooks, and protest-leaning themes. Full new album live now.

Formed in 1989 as various other names until we settled on Conduit in the early 1990's. Started jamming in a chicken coop, recorded music on a 4-track reel-to-reel, evolved to digital technology, Cakewalk, Acid Loops, etc... in the 1990-2000's.

FR4CTUR3D is an experimental composer and singer-songwriter who turns raw experience into sound. Born with bidirectional synesthesia, he doesn’t just hear music; he sees and feels it as shifting color and form. Living with chronic leukemia, he writes from a place where fragility and resilience meet. His songs move between cinematic layers and stripped-down confessionals, each piece a translation of emotion into vibration. Featured on Rolling Hype for “turning noise into meaning,” FR4CTUR3D creates not for fame but for connection... so others can find strength in the beauty that survives. Every note carries the pulse of persistence, a reminder that even fractured things can still shine when given the chance to be heard.

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