MeTaL - HOXTXN

Walleybay Blues

[Intro]
We don’t break, we bend
Wiry roots in the sand
Growin’ wild where they said we can
Livin’ proof in this plastic land

[Verse 1]
Been a ghost in the signal, barefoot on the buzz
Talkin’ back to my demons like, “I wasn’t what I was”
Got a crack in my smile, got some blood in my rage
Wrote this feature in the margins of a fake blank page

Midnight motors in my chest go vroom
Been dancin’ in the fallout when dat bass go boom
No crown, no throne, justa gravel filled tone
Spit sick truth like a dial-up phone

I’m the static in your playlist, the foot that cracked cement
Survive this simulation with a vibe I never meant
Tin foil halo, white foam in my grin
My sins all sink, but my spirit still swims

[Pre-Chorus]
Flashin’ like lightning in an ocean rain
Even though it hurts, I don’t break the chain
Diggin’ through the noise for a sweeter sound
I was lost in the light, but I’m feelin’ found

[Chorus]
I don’t break, I just bloom in the wire
Born from dust and a circle of fire
Keep that bassline deep in my chest
When I fall, I fall with finesse

Don’t need saving, I’m already free
Friends don’t run, they dance with the beat
Alone in the silence, I still resume
Heart on loop in a cyclical bloom

[Verse 2]
Can’t kill what you can’t define
I’m the echo in the cloud, I’m the static spine
Put my heart on wax, now it heats like sun
Talk real slick but I move like one

Flashbacks flicker in a warehouse rave
Been wild since the dial-up days
Still runnin game on a payphone flow
And my dreams got teeth like a backroom show

Postcard life in a bitch parade
I bend when I break, still unafraid
Got sparks in my veins, I’m a loop on boom
With a glow so loud, it'll shake da room

[Bridge]
Pulse don’t lie…
When the beat drops out, I still testify
It’s not where you land, it’s how you climb
Built my wings from a glitch in time

[Final Chorus]
I don’t break, I just bloom in the wire
Born from dust and a circle of fire
Keep that bassline deep in my chest
When I fall, I fall with finesse

Don’t need saving, I’m already free
Friends don’t run, they dance with the beat
Alone in the silence, I still resume
Heart on loop in a cyclical bloom

We Don't Break, We Bend (rework)

I mean, nobody wants to admit they ate nine cans of ravioli, but I did. I’m ashamed of myself. But the first one doesn’t count. Then you get to the second, then the third. And the fourth and fifth I think I burned with a blowtorch. And then I just kept eating.

Ravioli Western

Pale District

Midnight halo glowing on your skin  
A soft reminder of where we’ve been  
Your shadow dances like a sin  
Pulling me deeper once again  

The night is quiet, but you’re loud  
Your heartbeat rising through the crowd  
Every touch a broken vow  
Still I want you here somehow  

Streetlights fade to black and gray  
Yet your eyes chase the dark away  
You whisper things I can't betray  
Words that make me want to stay  

Pull me into your quiet storm  
Where cold hearts start to feel warm  
Where every rule begins to deform  
And nothing left can be the norm  

Stay with me in the silent glow  
Where time drips soft and slow  
Where scars are things we never show  
And love is something we relearn to know  

Midnight halo shining bright  
Guiding us through fragile night  
Even when wrong feels like right  
You’re the glow I hold so tight  


MIDNIGHT HALO

Grimhaven

Cornerstore Nights

Welcome to the track where sleep hygiene goes to die.

This is the soundtrack for people who say “nice dreams, bro” and then immediately proceed to dream about riding a neon dolphin through a supermarket at 3:47 AM.
A song for the ones whose brains REFUSE to install the latest “behave properly” update.

This chillwave piece is basically:
lullaby on the outside, unhinged cartoon chaos on the inside.

We’ve got:
• dreams that run barefoot across your mental lawn
• a narrator who burns through fantasies like they’re on Black Friday sale
• and a polite friend trying to keep things under control (good luck, buddy)

Meanwhile, my own dreams are out there committing light emotional crimes, rearranging my furniture, and borrowing my credit card to buy glow sticks.

If your dreams stay sweet and polite tonight, congratulations — you’re a responsible adult.
If not… welcome to the club.
We have neon.

Dreams are free, fortunately.
But the therapy bill afterward is not.

Press play and let the chaos tuck you in. 🌙✨

Lyrics:

I say “nice dreams, bro,”
Send a smile before I go.
My mind slips into night,
Running wild in neon light.

You say “may I behave,”
But I never obey.
I dance anyway—
Till the break of day.

Dreams are free… fortunately.
I spend them all irresponsibly.
If they get wild, don’t blame it on me—
Dreams are free… fortunately.

You wish “sweet dreams tonight,”
But mine never act polite.
They paint stories in my head,
Till the stars go cold and red.

You tell your dreams “behave properly,”
Mine hear that and start a spree.

Dreams are free… fortunately.
I burn through fantasies endlessly.
If they misbehave, that’s just how they be—
Dreams are free… fortunately.

May your dreams stay soft and sweet,
While mine run barefoot down the street.

Dreams Are Free… Fortunately

A slow-burn jazz moment about the kind of night that stays with you long after you grow up.
Two kids, a stolen car, a quiet field, windows fogged by breath and nerves. The sky dark blue, the world half-asleep, and that first spark of courage that feels too big for your chest.

It’s one of my my story, sure… But it’s also anyone’s who ever sat in a passenger seat with a racing pulse, hoping the moment wouldn’t end. The innocence, the tension, the gentleness, the push-pull. That soft make-out that wasn’t about bravado, just instinct and curiosity and a little bit of bravery with a hefty vulnerability.

Candlelight energy without the candles. A memory told through slow jazz, warm tones, and that calm glow before morning breaks.
If it reminds you of someone you once were, or someone you loved, then it found the right ears.

Fog On The Glass

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"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

Former drummer turned beat-making dad. Crafting boom bap grooves on my Akai MPC Key 37 while baby is napping.

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