Sun To Me (Voxcore Version)

Steve is the guy who tries to be optimistic, maybe a bit too much, but always ends up miserable... just checking in to make sure Steve is OK
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LYRICS:
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Today is the greatest
Lie I’ve ever told  
I wear it like armor
Painted in gold  
I’ll blind my own eyes  
Before I compromise  

I wanted truth  
But silence always found me  

I wanted proof  
That life could still astound me  

Today is the greatest? 
The greatest day I’ve ever known  
The world tastes bitter
But I’ll spit at it like a stone  
Today is the greatest? 
Say it till it’s gone  
I keep repeating
Maybe hope 
Will come along soon

Faded-out scars 
That whisper when I sleep  
Regrets are a garden
Roots tangled too deep  

My angel wings are 
Tethered in chains  
My body aches
But the mask still remains  

Today is the greatest? 
The greatest day I’ve ever known  
The world tastes bitter
And I spit at it like a stone  

Today is the greatest? 
Say it till it’s numb  
The more I chant it
The more it feels undone  

Is this salvation...
Or just disguise?  
A painted promise  
That never will survive

Today is the greatest? 
The greatest day I’ve ever known  
The world tastes bitter
I spit at it all alone  

Today is the greatest? 
The words fall to the floor  
I said it too often-
And I don’t believe it no more  

Today is the greatest?  
Today is the greatest?  
Today is the greatest 
Day I’ve ever-

known

is it? 
is it? 
is it really? 

is it? 
is it? 
are you sure? 

are you sure...
you can carry on? 

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hope you're okay, Steve
...to all the Steve's out there
hang in there, buddy 🫂 
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ARE YOU OKAY, STEVE?

"things sometimes don't go your way... and the memory still lingers... and the pain still stings"

LYRICS:
I wonder if that place
We used to live in Denver

Is still standing there
Where it used to be on Fremont

The corner had that little taco joint
We both knew-
Remember it burned down
The last day spent together

I sensed that something was changing
Your face had lost its glow

Disposition had changed its nature
You were just someone 
That I used to know

Go back
To that tiny house on Fremont

Get back
To those lazy afternoons

Now I'm sitting by a woman prima donna
And I'm wonderin' if she'll ever be like you
Turn back time
To bake that chocolate cake for holiday
Don't you miss those simple times
Lickin' ice cream at the zoo

Where we'd maybe get up
Off the couch once per day
To keep our fitness-
So we could eat more Twinkies

Why'd you ever leave
For that guy in Iceland
I always made your lunch
Put pickles on the side

Does this whole new life
In your fairy world of Iceland
Ever make you wonder
What you left back here in Denver?

Ten years have passed
Not gettin' over this
Is lesson that-
Good things never last

I must tell you
But no one hears me
I now hate you
But it does not matter

Never go back
To that tiny house on Fremont

Never get back
To those lazy afternoons

You'll never see me
Hold pictures of our daughter
'Cause you took away
The memories
Of the gift that never was.

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Tiny House on Fremont

Starved (Cover)

This is a snippet released by Zach Bryan in which he covers Bon Iver's "S P E Y S I D E".

Lyrics:

"I know now that I can't make good
How I wish I could
Go back and put
Me where you stood
Nothing's really something now the whole thing's soot
It serves to suffer, make a hole in my foot
And I hope you look
As I fill my book
Oh, what a waste of wood
Nothing's really happened like I thought it would
Ah, ah, ah"

Zach Bryan - S P E Y S I D E (Bon Iver Cover)

trying to deal the best you can with living your winter days in a cold and distant rural town
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LYRICS:
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I hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
These hands grow cold
Hearts heavy with sorrow

The wind keeps blowing 
Through these open plains
We’re just waiting out 
The winter rains

Coffee’s hot
But it’s hard to rise
The daylight barely scratches the sky
We hibernate
Lose track of time
Counting the hours till the light

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And carry us out of this midnight air

My Becca’s tucked away 
In the basement chair
Everything I say 
Drifts off into the air

She used to laugh in June
With wings upon her back
Now I’m counting down the days 
Till sunlight tracks

We’ve been walking in the frost 
And the grey
Dreaming of spring 
In a world turned away

If the winds will shift
Maybe hearts will too
Bring the warmth back 
To me and you

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And carry us out of this midnight air

We’ll hibernate ‘til supper time
Lose ourselves in winter’s rhyme
But I remember brighter skies
When meadowlarks would fly

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And, carry us out 
Of this midnight air

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
Carry us out 
Of this midnight air

Dakota won’t you open
Your dreary skies
So wide and cold

Bring back the warmth 
We’ve been hoping

And let our hearts unfold.

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Season of the Bear - Winter Song

"A year of love, a heart pressed flat, and one word says it all: PANCAKED.”
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LYRICS:
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You didn’t see me at all,
just walked right through the hall,
like I was part of the wallpaper,
just another face to ignore.

And something in me caved,
like a roof in the rain,
I was flattened, folded,
pancaked on the floor.

Weeks slipped quietly by,
I rehearsed my lines at night,
finally asked you out on Friday,
but you just...
Shook your head.

I was pressed into silence,
crushed where I stood,
flattened under the weight—
pancaked for good.

At last you said yes,
though your smile was paper-thin,
we wandered through the evening,
but you couldn’t wait to end.

Said it was a horrible night,
like the spark had never ignited,
I was smashed, squashed, compressed—
and totally pancaked

Why do I run toward the weight,
when I know it’ll break me down?
Why do I keep my hands out,
just to get knocked around?

Every step feels heavier,
but I keep moving still,
pressed and pressed again
by some invisible will.

I know I’ll end up flattened,
spread out on the ground,
but something inside whispers,
“don’t stop now.”

One year circled back around,
I booked the table, lit the town,
we’d eat, then fall through clouds,
anything to keep you proud.

But the night unraveled fast,
your silence colder than the glass,
I was decimated, leveled, destroyed—
pancaked at last.

Smash, squashed, compressed,
flung against the mess,
leveled, buried, annihilated,
overpowered, decimated—
Pancaked, pancaked!

When the noise is gone,
I’m just lying here still,
spread-eagled in the silence,
knowing I always will.

Sad and tragic,
flattened thin and small,
pancaked again—
and I’ll wait for the fall.

Hands keep turning,
each second pressing in.
I feel myself folded,
compressed by the hours,
pancaked by the weight of days.

Tick by tick,
I’m leveled, smoothed, 
spread thin,
until the cycle starts again...

To be pancaked
All over again.

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PANCAKED AGAIN

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Lost Without You (Zach Bryan Country Type Beat)

HEADLIGHTS

Lyrics:

You want them to think the sirens will haunt their sleep, 
that the knocks at the door run deep. 
You feed on panic, call it song, 
playin’ folks who should know wrong from wrong. 
You turn their pain into revenue,
that’s really the bad news.

You want them to think the flag’s a rag to drag, 
while others wave it, you just brag. 
Good men bleed just to keep you free, 
you stand back talkin’ bravery. 
Truth don’t bend for the games you choose,
That’s really the bad news.

[Chorus]
That’s really bad news, 
when the truth’s been torn in two. 
You can shout real loud, but the cracks shine through, 
and every word comes back to you. 
You can blame the law, the light, the muse,
it’s still really the bad news.

You stir the room till the lines divide, 
feed the flames while the reason dies. 
Talk of peace while you sell the fight, 
sellin’ their pain like it’s pay-per-view night. 
You profit off hurt like the devil would do,
that’s really the bad news.

You talk of justice, then twist the plan, 
run your mouth while good men stand. 
Spit on the code that built this land, 
trade your honor for a cheaper brand. 
Truth’s gonna find what your lies undo,
that’s really the bad news.

You brag the cops came, cocky and proud, 
ICE kicking down doors while you rile the crowd. 
But you talk like a punk and you’re nothing new, 
those you use are the ones who carry the bruise, 
so here’s a middle finger, right back to you. 
You’re really bad news.

There’s only so long a man can yell, 
before the echo starts to tell. 
You can chase the dark, you can curse the flame, 
but it all burns out the same.

The Lord knows what you sing and do, 
the truth will find you, through and through. 
When the curtain falls and your time is due,
that’s really bad news for you. 

It’s really bad news for you.

Here's a finger back to you.

It's bad bad news for you.

Bad News | Zach Bryan Tribute

I combined two of my favorite artists from very opposite genres. It is nothing crazy and not for everybody's taste, but I enjoy pushing the envelope on things.
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John Summit x Zach Bryan - Shiver vs Something in the Orange (MATTARACK Mashup)

Beat produced by Jean Parker.
Mix and Mastered by me.

Dead inside

Familiar Ghosts - Single

Remember Everything - Nat & Bob

Bluetooth Speaker

the worst thing i could do was not let go

marigolds demo

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