🎧 Song Insight: Hollow Static
"Static" is a grunge-drenched memory collapse—built on distortion, shadow, and the residue of betrayal. The track opens in a haze of stereo static and slips into a body haunted by the weight of untold stories. What begins as fragmented remembrance ends in a stark emotional void. The glitch-laced visuals of JNCO denim, fading friendships, and phantom shadows evoke a time that feels frozen and disintegrating at once. It’s not just about what was done... it’s about what was stolen.

🎙️ Lyrics: Hollow Static
Verse 1
Memories flow...
...from graves
Flashing back—
they bleed through
in stereo static...

Verse 2
it's these moments
Trapped inside
My body holds memory
In this skin you took—

Bridge
Tightening—I feel the pull
Something takes hold
curls inside...
parts of me fell—
shedding layers of a heart you never held

Pre-Chorus
Peeling back layers you stole
Stealing light—you tried to take my soul
Killing the person I knew

Chorus
I just wanted something
To hold...
Something I owned
A recollection, a fleeting dream
Anything... a happy thought

Chorus: Refrain Variant
Drained by your lies
Buried by secrets unearthed
Pain dripping, killing me
Just another victim you scream

Outro
.....hollow .......hollow.........

🧠 Artist Reflection
I wrote Hollow Static at a time when my memories felt like corrupted files—playing out in fragments I didn’t choose. The emotional abuse didn’t leave bruises. It left echoes. Some moments never felt real, and others never stopped replaying. This song isn’t structured for comfort—it’s meant to bleed in pieces, like I did. The static isn’t just sound. It’s the interference left behind after someone’s voice has been in your head too long.

🌐 About 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is more than a project—it’s a reclamation of self through sound. We build audio relics from grief, heartbreak, and recovery, blending nostalgic textures with raw emotional storytelling. Every track is a step out of silence.

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Static

I opened the door — did I even think?
Of stories carved in every link?
Or was I just cold, or tired, or numb,
Dreaming of silence, a bed to succumb?
A nice old carpet, soft and proud,
Long halls where whispers aren’t too loud.
Each door I passed could hold a tale,
But only silence marked the trail.

No footsteps, no voices, no clinking plates,
Just time standing still behind the gates.
Born in peace, yet built on ash —
You breathed in slow, with quiet flash.

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He doesn’t knock, he’s heard before.
With leaves still clinging, cold and thin,
And something strange beneath the skin.
1922 — I felt your spine,
Old wooden bones in fading shine.
I came for sleep, I stayed for lore —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

Rapallo ink still wet with trust,
And Walther fell into the dust.
Insulin saved, the Irish cried,
While quiet hands built you with pride.
Mussolini rose, raw goods ran dry,
But still you reached toward the sky.
Brick by brick, you took your stand,
A shelter shaped by human hand.

What did I want? A pillow, a prayer?
Just steam on glass and cleaner air?
But I found a century dressed in dust,
And walls that whisper: “feel, don’t trust.”

🎶 1922 — and winter’s at the door,
He waits like he has waited before.
A suitcase packed with frost and light,
And stories hidden from the night.
1922 — you held me tight,
Through autumn’s end and morning white.
And when I left, I knew much more —
1922, with winter at the door. 🎶

It was a sunny morning. But cold.
He stood there.
Winter.
Not unkind. Not loud.
With surprises in his bag.
But spring came,
and one by one...
they melted.
And in the summer… they were gone.

1922 (Deep House Version)

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“The Way You Leave” captures the quiet ache of goodbye — the glances, the stillness, the echoes that follow after the door closes. Built on shimmering synths, lo-fi textures, and soft, aching vocals, this Chillwave track turns heartbreak into something beautiful, nostalgic, and strangely comforting.

🌅 Best played when the sun’s setting… or when someone’s gone.

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Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

"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.

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nostalgiawave is an art project meant to be the past seen through the lens of the future using modern sound in the world of simulators I want to be the one who takes you back

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