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Plongez dans un voyage sonore où les pulsations électro se mêlent à la chaleur du jazz. Return of the Together Being fusionne les grooves profonds de la house, les textures électroniques atmosphériques et l’élégance d’un jazz . Ce titre évoque la renaissance d’un être uni, multiple et spirituel – un appel vibrant à la reconnexion humaine et intérieure.

Un morceau à la fois planant, dansant et introspectif, conçu pour les amateurs de fusions audacieuses et d'émotions en mouvement.

Return of the first together being

Second floor, five a.m., flickers on the ceiling,
Walls hum silence, even shadows lost their meaning.
Curtains closed, no sun to blame,
Head is ringing — always the same.
Room smells like last night’s thoughts,
Drenched in echoes no one bought.
No footsteps, no name to call,
Just the ache and the ticking down the hall.

Was it always like this, or did I let it slip?
Dreams dried up like coffee on my lip.
The minibar’s full, the heart is not,
And the mirror forgot the face it forgot.

Pillow as a prison
Waking up without a reason
There is no point to get out of bed
Just keep laying and existing instead
No sunrise ever knocks on this door
Life got lost on the second floor

Cracks in the ceiling draw maps of nowhere,
Tried to follow, but there's nothing there.
The headache’s not pain, it’s a voice —
Saying even the void didn’t give me a choice.
The phone glows once, then fades again,
Another ghost, another end.
No messages, no fights to mend,
Just stillness playing pretend.

"I used to move, I used to feel..."
"Now I just float beneath what’s real..."

Pillow as a prison
Waking up without a reason
There is no point to get out of bed
Just keep laying and existing instead
My heartbeat’s slow, my time is mine
But freedom don’t mean a thing in decline

Pillow as a Prison

Small table, folding chair,
A paper cup between my hands,
Golden light spills through the air,
Paints the rooftops, warms the land.
Moments drift like whispered dreams,
Past and future start to blur,
I sip the spring, I breathe it in,
Tonight, there's only here.

Don't chase the days, don't mourn what's flown,
This sunset's mine, this heart's my own.

Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas fifty two,
Laughing with the breeze, with the golden sky in view,
Spinning in the moment, nothing else I'd rather do,
Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas fifty two.

Springtime songs in dusky light,
Old façades in artful glow,
I raise my cup, I close my eyes,
The city hums a soft hello.
I won't mourn the roads ahead,
Or ache for where I've been—
The magic's here, the magic's now,
In every breath and grin.

Don't chase the days, don't mourn what's flown,
This sunset's mine, this heart's my own.

Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas fifty two,
Laughing with the breeze, with the golden sky in view,
Spinning in the moment, nothing else I'd rather do,
Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas fifty two.

Sun’s setting slow,
Paper cup glow,
Warmth on my skin,
I’m living within...

Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas fifty two,
Laughing with the breeze, with the golden sky in view,
Spinning in the moment, nothing else I'd rather do,
Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas fifty two.

 Empty paper cup, now scene and song will stop.
Viso gero, Gedimino prospekte,
Viso gero, Vilniau mano,
Viso gero, Lietuva brangioji.
Aš tavęs daugiau niekada nepamatysiu.

Evening Coffee at Gedimino Prospektas 52

A journey through darkness, emotion, and self-discovery — this track fuses Arabic spoken word, jazz elements, and cinematic soundscapes to tell a hauntingly deep story. With mysterious voices, surreal imagery, and a whisper of light in the shadows, the piece captures the moment we stop searching outside and finally meet the “I” within. It’s not about who you are... but what’s inside you.

Found Me

Mmm, otra vez...
Siempre corriendo...
Nunca en casa...
Holiday... holiday...

Coffee on the terrace, passport in hand,
Already dreaming of a different land.
Waves are crashing, but I barely hear,
I'm booking flights for another year.

Feet on the beach, mind on the run,
Before one sunset, I chase another sun.
Paid no rent, but bought a plane ride,
Hiding my worries where the cocktails hide.

You say "stop," you say "stay,"
But my heart’s not built that way.
The children must see the sky,
Before they grow, before goodbye.

I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Even when I’m lost in the one I made.
I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Running from myself in a tropic parade.
I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Leaving all my money in the golden bay.
I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Needing a break from my break every day...

Brought back a fever, brought back a sigh,
Another souvenir I didn’t buy.
Hotels and airports, my second skin,
Never quite arrive, never settle in.

Friends all laugh, say "Save your breath,"
But travel’s the drug that saves me from death.
New streets, new dreams, I just can't resist,
Life’s a map, and I can't exist...

You say "crazy," you say "done,"
But how can I stop chasing the sun?
The children’s laughter fades too fast,
I buy new moments that never last.

I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Even when I'm tired of the holiday.
I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Building castles that wash away.
I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Even if the dream starts to decay.
I am going to go go go for a holiday,
Because standing still makes me fade away...

Go, go, go...
Far away...
Holiday... holiday...

The Holiday Junkie (Latin Jazz Version)


The blast of wind before the passing train —
A rhythm soft as summer rain.
A fleeting joy we can't explain —
That’s the jazz before the pain.

Woke up slow beneath a silver cloud,
Inbox shouting, traffic loud.
Outside the palms sway in slow cliché —
Like lovers do before they drift away.

Sippin’ on shadows in my morning cup,
Smilin’ like I still believe in luck.
But the mirror says what I won’t name —
I stayed behind when the spark left the game.

The hush of air before the trumpet's flame 
Oh yes - the jazz before the pain 
I feel it in my spine,
That velvet beat, that fading heat, the rhythm was divine.
It wasn’t meant for me to chase, or nights we danced so close —
It’s that fire in the phrase… before we froze.
The jazz before the pain… still humming in my sigh.
We were music once — now I just cry. 🎵

Clock hands tap like castanets,
My soul writes checks on old regrets.
Meetings drone in fluorescent blues,
But I chase echoes I still can’t lose.

They say it right — it’s not that face,
But how we burned in sacred space.
One tango night before it turned,
Where every breath was love unlearned.

The hush of air before the trumpet's flame 
Oh yes - the jazz before the pain 
I feel it in my spine,
Not the face, not the plan, but that sweet decay.
It wasn’t kisses lost, or words we failed to say —
It’s the rhythm in the dusk… before it slipped away.
The jazz before the pain — soft shoes and lowered eyes,
I still move to its disguise… the pain before goodbye. 🎵

I thought it was you.
But it was the sway.
The melody we never learned —
And now it plays alone.

oh yes - The jazz before the pain — it’s printed in my chest,
A love song with no singer left, a rhythm half-undressed.
Not the face, not the tears, not the games we played —
But the night we danced… before it all decayed.
The jazz before the pain — my soul still keeps it high,
One last turn beneath the sky… the pain before goodbye. 🎵

The Jazz Before the Pain (Latin Jazz Version)

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3rd Single taken from the upcoming Ep "Night Lights" by the cologne based beatmaker @mad-vision.


Night Lights

Sunrise

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🎹🎷 Groove Dialogue – by Unbekannter Künstler
A piano speaks in low tones.
A saxophone answers with a golden breath.
No words — just rhythm, feeling, and groove.

They start together, trading lines, pushing and pulling.
The drums join in, heavy and alive, keeping the conversation flowing.
No vocals, no spotlight — just instruments in dialogue.

This is not a solo. It’s not a battle.
It’s a late-night conversation between two old souls.
Call it jazz. Call it groove. Call it what you feel.

Groove Dialogue

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This track blends jazzy elements with experimental production for a unique and immersive sound. 
Jazzy chords and the occasional sax or horn samples add melodic richness, while ambient textures and filtered effects bring in an experimental edge. The arrangement evolves gradually, introducing synths, vocal chops, and creative use of space and reverb

BONE DRY

A mellow deep house track with smooth jazz undertones. Warm chords, soft grooves, and subtle sax touches create a laid-back, soulful vibe — perfect for late nights or slow mornings.

PUT YOUR LIPS ON MINE


Step into a world of smooth grooves, smoky solos, and timeless rhythms with this curated jazz playlist. From cool lounge vibes to vibrant street swing, these original tracks capture the spirit of classic and modern jazz. Perfect for late-night listening, creative work sessions, or just setting the mood, each song invites you into a soulful soundscape where improvisation meets emotion.
Whether you’re a jazz lover or just discovering the genre, this playlist brings a rich variety of melodies to elevate your atmosphere.


Afterglow Martini

🔻 Song Insight
“Flipping Nickels” is a raw, cinematic reflection on grief, regret, and the quiet gamble we take with love and loss. At its core, this song isn’t about death in the physical sense—it’s about the spiritual erasure of someone who was once everything. Through haunted melodies and layered vocal textures, 4Me2BeFree walks the line between memory and finality, wrestling with the cost of connection and the inevitability of letting go.

Lyrically, the song unspools like an emotional autopsy: not just of a partner, but of a version of the self that died with them. From the opening lines mourning “the man who was mine” to the final refrain of “Flipping nickels,” there’s a recurring tension between choice and chance, as if healing were a coin toss away. The vocal hums—soft, pained, resigned—wrap around the verses like a ghost that won’t leave the room.

Each section is a step deeper into personal reckoning: the anger, the longing, the confrontation of truths once buried. But it doesn’t settle for sorrow. It finds its own strange power in survival. In knowing when to say goodbye, even if the goodbye was never given.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Ohhh
Mmm–Yeaaah
I shouldn't worry
I shouldn't cry
That man who was mine… yeah, he died
It’s not that simple
It’s not very kind
The way he left
The way he lied
He paid the price
That much is true
But in the end
What was left to prove

[Verse 1]
He had it easy
Some say he won
Lived a life
And had it all nice
A home, a family—
Streets paved in easy
But it came to end
On the back of a hazy evening

[Verse 2]
I used to be angry
I used to dream
I wanted what we had
I wanted to be free
I wanted life and laughter
But in the end
I just wanted to be loved
Something he couldn't give

[Chorus]
We used to fight
We used to yell
He saw a way
But it led to hell
He played the game
He thought he’d win
But in the end
He’s gone
And I begin

Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah

[Bridge]
Fight for love, the forever after…
Or give in to the other side
But you have to pay in time
The rules are clear
He said “there’s no other way”
So he paid
He said goodnight
He said goodbye
He locked the door
After that...
It was him no more

Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah

[Verse 3 – Harmony]
His smell still lingers in the air
I haven’t seen him in years
Maybe he’s passing through
Maybe stopped by
But the truth is…
He was never that guy

[Verse 4]
Maybe it’s his spirit
The one on the inside
I may never have an answer

Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah

[Verse 5]
It’s not in this glass
Or the burn I chase
Not in the ice
Or his fall from grace
It’s not in silence
Or the lies I forgave
If this is fate…
Then damn this place

[Bridge]
When the toll comes
We don't want to dance alone
But if it's your soul they want
It’s better they have none

[Outro]
So I stay on my side
Flipping nickels
’Cause you never know
When it’s your time…
Your time to let go
Or their time to say goodbye

Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah
Mmm–Yeaaah


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Flipping Nickels

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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.

Composing electronic music 🎛️ adorned with oriental melodies across diverse percussions 🔊 🎶
Member of "Beirut Honey Studio" Projects
Beirut-Lebanon

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