summrs - right way / lay up witchu (prod. diorblunt, codylemont, sleepsound) (all snippets combined)

A haunting emo-pop track with dubstep and rock elements, exploring the crushing vastness of the modern world. Female vocals deliver the ache of disconnection and existential overwhelm in a chaotic cityscape.

Lost in the Big, Big World

Frank was just two years old when his mother died during the Spanish flu outbreak. He never knew her as “Mum” — only as the quiet figure glimpsed through the crack in the bedroom door, too sick to hold him.

She was buried in Portsmouth, not in a churchyard, but in the loose ground of the streets alongside many others, marked only by wooden crosses.

This piece is about that day — her funeral. Through Frank’s eyes: strangers weeping at makeshift graves, fires lit for purification, rows of coffins waiting for the earth. A city walking over its dead. A boy, too young to grieve, standing in the presence of loss without yet knowing what it meant.

This piece is inspired by the true story of my grandfather’s event noted in his journal. This is incredibly personal to me as each life hold a story that should be heard.

Those Beneath Our Feet

femboy (prod me)

I kick the stool twan

An early version that uses the messed up proto lyrics. The lyrics should be the freedom is my spirit, and im here to let evil hear it, not "know" it. These were not the finalized lyrics, those heard are WIP and not the latest.

Not of this World (2025) Demo

summrs - #slayparty (healthykid & diorblunt)

summrs - party bitches (prod. codylemont & diorblunt)

[Verse 1]
I packed my life in a single case,
Left behind my old street, my favorite place
The photos, the laughter, the late-night calls,
Now echoes down unfamiliar halls.

Your hand in mine was all I knew,
A compass rose that pulled me through.
But now you’re gone from nine to five,
And I’m here learning how to survive.

[Pre-Chorus]
I scroll through time zones on my phone,
Everyone’s awake while I’m alone.
The kettle hums, the silence stays,
The days drift by in foreign haze.

[Chorus]
You’re all I have in this quiet town,
No roots below, no ties around.
But I left it all for your sweet face,
For this love, for this sacred place.
And I’m torn between the world I knew,
And the one I’m building here with you.
Do I run, or do I grow?
Do I stay, or let it go?

[Verse 2]
I smile at strangers who don’t smile back,
The small talk fades, the colours crack.
A jobless day, a muted sky,
I talk to ghosts, but they don’t reply.

You come home shining like the sun,
And suddenly I’m not the lonely one.
Your laugh is my evening prayer,
But the nights still whisper I don’t belong here.

[Pre-Chorus]
The street names twist upon my tongue,
My stories die before they’ve begun.
But you see me like nobody can,
And I hold that like a wedding band.

[Chorus]
You’re all I have in this quiet town,
No roots below, no ties around.
But I left it all for your sweet face,
For this love, for this sacred place.
And I’m torn between the world I knew,
And the one I’m building here with you.
Do I run, or do I grow?
Do I stay, or let it go?

[Bridge]
I miss the way the seasons changed,
The way my mother said my name.
But love like this don’t come for free,
It asks for all—every piece of me.

[Chorus – final]
You’re all I have, and maybe that’s enough,
Even when the days get rough.
I’ll plant my hope in foreign ground,
Let love be where my roots are found.
Though I ache for what I used to know,
It’s your heartbeat that tells me so:
I won’t run, I’ll stay and grow.
You’re my home—wherever we go.

All I Have

bands 2 w/ kon

Creative music producer.

Music, quirky, inspired, enjoy!

If you’re messaging me, tell me which song you liked.  It’s hard to know who is copying & pasting, and possibly a bot.

#snafflesmusic

#iso
I make ass beats and rap over them!
@isocollective

Follow for Follow, Like for Like. Help each other out fellow artist. Philadelphia born and raised, Anti-Satan, Humble Christian, Anti-Violence. Always Remember, say NO to these Satanic Record Labels which are all interconnected and purposely put you in debt for the rest of your life, and your identity now the property of "them". You create what they tell you. The essence of art is ones self expression, not mimic-ism and agenda based subversion under the guise of "art". Once a free soul, a free artist, is now a subservient slave. I started off creating fusion and post-style music. What else is there to tell? I'm nothing special. I've been producing music since the age of 14 using the software Fruity Loops when it was just a beat sequencer before becoming a full fledged DAW (FL Studio). Got a problem, Pro-Tools elitist? lol, just kiddin.

@kmonkon @1zennith @prodby_zaya @peacelovesyou @isorhyss @stupidcutscene @wannabeloserr @timmymp3

I started my musical journey at the age of five, initially composing music with tablature taught by my father. Beginning with the penny whistle and violin, I played in our family band, busking on the streets of Bath.

Our travels across the country inspired compositions like "Road to Wareham." Music became my sanctuary, especially after being diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome. In college, under mentors such as Dr. Rick Birley, Dr. Richard Hall, and Dr. Julie Trevett, I honed my skills in composition, theory, and piano, transitioning to formal music notation using Sibelius.

Today, I compose for film, video games, and theatre. My music, influenced by my diverse experiences, aims to evoke emotion and tell stories.

Thank you to my followers and listeners for your support. I hope you continue to enjoy and share in my musical journey.

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. A former engineer and lifelong observer, Solive Raye writes for those who feel alone in crowded rooms, where silence speaks louder than words.


Blending dark, atmospheric tones with flickers of hope, his music lives in the in-between: not quite despair, not quite light, but something honest.


Raised in movement, from football fields to refereeing lines, he now wanders more internal landscapes, shaping every lyric with the precision of an outsider looking in.


Solive Raye doesn’t shout. He resonates.



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