Yeah the turkey’s dry, and the vibes off track
But if you pull up tonight, I got your back

Every year it’s the same old scene
Fake smiles served with the pumpkin sheen
Uncle’s jokes flop, cousins still fight
Playlist stuck in 2009
Kitchen’s chaos, table’s a mess
Stress baked right in the cornbread, yes
But even when the love feels thin
I still want all my people in

Yeah Thanksgiving kinda sucks, that’s true
But it sucks way less if I’m next to you

So let’s get together anyway
Even if the holiday feels fake today
We’ll laugh at the chaos, dance in the rain
If everything sucks, we’ll make our own thing
Let’s get together anyway
Forget all the pressure and the cliché
If the night falls weird, we’ll make it okay
Let’s get together anyway

Mom’s burnt pie, dad’s carving’s off
Family group chat about to pop off
Phones buzzing like a Bee Gees tune
Kids running wild in the living room
Silent tension at the second plate
Everyone pretending everything’s great
But even when the world feels wrong
We still turn broken nights into songs

Yeah Thanksgiving kinda drags, that’s real
But being with you makes the night feel healed

So let’s get together anyway
Even if the holiday feels fake today
We’ll laugh at the chaos, dance in the rain
If everything sucks, we’ll make our own thing
Let’s get together anyway
Forget all the pressure and the cliché
If the night falls weird, we’ll make it okay
Let’s get together anyway

Lights too bright, TV too loud
This whole tradition feels overwrought
But if you call me up, I’ll pull through
Cause I’d rather do “messy” than miss you
Let’s ditch the script, rewrite the night
Turn the coldest dinner into something right
Yeah everything sucks, that’s fine
We’ll spin it around if you’re aligned

So let’s get together anyway
Even if the holiday feels fake today
We’ll laugh at the chaos, dance in the rain
If everything sucks, we’ll make our own thing
Let’s get together anyway
Forget all the pressure and the cliché
If the night falls weird, we’ll make it okay
Let’s get together anyway

Turkey dry, mood off, still we stay
Everything sucks… let’s meet halfway

So let’s get together anyway

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

So let’s get together anyway

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