Quiet strength takes center stage in “The Spine of Glass.” Misjudged for being fragile, the narrator speaks with defiance and resilience, revealing that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness. Carried by haunting guitar textures and cinematic string layers, the song walks the fine line between sharpness and transparency, cutting without noise.

The Spine of Glass

[Verse 1]  
You're so calm when you're unraveling, dear,  
You're a dream when you're not listening, dear—  
I'm fading.  

[Verse 2]  
You're the only one who swears there's nothing  
Left to feel in this connection—  
That's your grand confession.  
You're a last kiss, a static echo,  
The applause after affection—  
It defines you, too.  

You can't pretend while I'm away  
That you won't play back every day  
The ways we lost control.  
But don't reach out—I'm  
Residing in a silence  
That won't take your name anymore.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Something to post,  
Something to prove,  
Nothing feels close  
When there's nothing to lose (ah, ah).  

[Chorus]  
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
We've got two hundred eyes that saw us last night.  
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye.  
Sleep tight, spotlight—  
Pretend it's right, pretend it's right,  
Pretend tonight.  

[Verse 3]  
You're the only version of my fiction  
That I almost believed—through  
All the staged conviction.  
You're a past fever, last teaser—  
I'm scrubbing off the preview  
Of how we once aligned.  

[Bridge]  
Don't try to find me—  
I'm parked between regret and reinvention.  
That kiss on 4th and Vine—  
It played like cinema,  
But it meant decline.  

[Chorus – Reprise] 
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
We've got two hundred eyes that saw us last night.  
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye.  
Sleep tight, spotlight—  
Pretend it's right, pretend it's right,  
Pretend tonight.

———

“Public Display of Affection” lays bare the performance of love under watchful eyes. It unravels the tension between appearance and reality, revealing how we hide our deepest wounds in plain sight.

———

Genre: Cinematic Post-Punk Revival
Key: A Major
BPM: 127
Time Signature: 4/4


Light

Public Display of Affection

Lyrics:

If I could find a way to loosen my heart
It's constricting all my thoughts
I lay here as someone with broken parts
I'm suffocating in the dark

Hello
I'm a desperate person without a home
And I know
I'm a mess and hurting with nothing to show

If I could just turn back time, learn to better my mind, I would be alright
If I would have seen the signs, would have seen the lies I would be alright

If I could find a way to loosen my heart
It's constricting all my thoughts
I lay here as someone with broken parts
I'm suffocating in the dark
And if I ever found the key
To unlock the chains binding me
My suffering will find peace
I yearn for the days I'm free

If I could find a way to loosen my heart
It's constricting all my thoughts
I lay here as someone with broken parts
I'm suffocating in the dark

If I could find a way to loosen my heart
It's constricting all my thoughts
I lay here as someone with broken parts
I'm suffocating in the dark

My Cry (Prod. elegantemusicrock)

Bluebird (Charles Bukowski)
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?



Bluebird

A raw reflection on what it means to carry weight, face critics, and keep going with the odds stacked. Sunntin' for when the world gets too heavy. Love y'all.

This is Pain

[Intro – Echoed] 
In the mirror’s gaze, a stranger stares,
A silhouette draped in borrowed airs.
Echoes of doubt, a haunting refrain,
Whispers that my triumphs are in vain.

[Verse 1] 
Threads of truth unraveling fast,
Chasing shadows of a fabricated past.
Every pat on the back breeds uncertainty,
Stripped of authenticity by my own scrutiny.

[Chorus] 
Imposter in my own skin,
Waging wars I can never win.
Crafting smiles to mask the dread,
A marionette with strings of lead.

[Verse 2 – Repeat] 
Achievements stacked, a fragile tower,
Built on sands that shift and cower.
Applause fades into a silent room,
As confidence unravels in the gloom.

[Chorus] 
Imposter in my own skin,
Waging wars I can never win.
Crafting smiles to mask the dread,
A marionette with strings of lead

[Bridge] 
But in the quiet, a spark ignites,
A flicker challenging the endless nights.
Could the facade be a part of me,
A chapter in my identity?

[Chorus – Variant] 
Imposter in my own skin,
Learning where I truly begin.
Embracing flaws, the scars I’ve earned,
Through the fire, a phoenix burned.

[Outro] 
So here’s to the masks we’ve worn,
The battles fought, the selves we’ve torn.
In the mirror now, I see anew,
An imposter, yes—but also true.

———

“Imposter Syndrome” is a post-punk confessional carved in melancholic piano, searing guitars, and deep baritone urgency. This track doesn’t whisper insecurities—it roars them. It captures the haunting duality of self-doubt and self-discovery, transforming shame into strength. For anyone who’s worn a mask too long, this is your mirror—and your battle cry.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Cinematic Alternative
Key: F Major
BPM: 130
Time Signature: 4/4


Darkness

Imposter Syndrome

[Verse 1]  
In fading light, where shadows softly lie,  
I reached for sparks of a promise gone by.  
After the Silence of God, I bowed to pray—  
Did You ever whisper through the name I say?  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Was that Your voice, or silence shaped by grief?  
Do we call it faith when we beg belief?  

[Chorus]  
Old pages tremble in the autumn air—  
Are they Your words or just a name left there?  
After the Silence of God, we learned to name  
A god we buried under just a name.  

[Verse 2]  
I walked through halls where empty echoes stay,  
Where smoke once drifted, guiding light away.  
Each colored glass held tears I could not see.  
After the Silence of God, did You call me?  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Was that Your voice, or silence shaped by grief?  
Do we call it faith when we beg belief?  

[Chorus]  
Old pages tremble in the autumn air—  
Are they Your words or just a name left there?  
After the Silence of God, we learned to name  
A god we buried under just a name.  

[Bridge]  
Time carves deep holes inside our aching hearts;  
We hold tight to shadows, then watch them fall apart.  
After the Silence of God, what name remains—  
The one we spoke or one we never claimed?  

[Final Verse]  
I found a tomb untouched by fire or cry.  
Its silent walls held neither truth nor lie.  
After the Silence of God, I read the blade—  
My name, not Thine, in stone forever laid.  

[Outro]  
After the Silence of God…  
Your name… my name… no name...

———

“Silence of God” is an atmospheric alternative rock prayer drenched in gothic melancholy. It drifts through baritone confessions, piano-laced vulnerability, and reverb-soaked textures. Between whispered doubt and resounding waves, the track confronts the echoes of faith and the weight of unanswered names.

———

Genre: Atmospheric Alternative Rock / Gothic  
Key: B♭ Major  
BPM: 144  
Time Signature: 4/4


Silence of God

The Vulnerability Tapes

“Bold & Gentle” is about embracing contradictions. It’s a celebration of tension, change, and everything in between – chasing the rise and fall, feeling both big and small, without needing a reason. A quiet anthem for those who want to live wide open.


„Bold & Gentle“ feiert die Gegensätze des Lebens – laut und leise, wild und sanft, Anfang und Ende. Ein Lied über Bewegung, Wandel und das Gefühl, ganz da zu sein – ohne Erklärung, einfach lebendig. Für alle, die das Leben in seiner ganzen Fülle spüren wollen.

Bold and Gentle

LYRICS

Attends attends s'il te plaît attends
J'hésite encore
Oui je t'aime et tu le sais bien
Mais je ne sais pourquoi j'hésite encore

Trop longtemps j'ai été libre
Trop longtemps j'ai été sans amour
Mais là je veux essayer encore
Et pourtant

Attends attends s'il te plaît attends
J'hésite encore
Oui je t'aime et tu le sais bien
Mais je ne sais pourquoi j'hésite encore

Tu sais bien ce que je veux
Toi aussi je le sais bien
Si on se quitte ça va être difficile
Pourtant

Attends attends s'il te plaît attends
J'hésite encore
Oui je t'aime et tu le sais bien
Mais je ne sais pourquoi j'hésite encore

Pourquoi je suis comme ça
J'hésite j'hésite j'hésite encore
Pourtant

Attends, j'hésite encore

Attends, J'hésite encore

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. An 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.

Painting on silence (Stokowski), Cú Ste studios craft audio canvases where digital and analog meet: blurring the lines between dance energy and introspective depth. With a flair for weaving narrative into sound—evident in tracks like "Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version" and "Calypso"—their music feels like a journey from beach to country, from self to others, across every genre to the shared human experience.

“Just here to share my truth and inspire the world.”
bookings@mrleonevans.com

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