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The Arcs are Dan Auerbach, Leon Michels, Richard Swift, Homer Steinweiss, and Nick Movshon; also on the album are Kenny Vaughan and Mariachi Flor de Toloache.

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Yours, Dreamily,

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🔻 Song Insight

Bloomed Gray is a storm-song — a requiem for love that never had the chance to grow, poisoned before it bloomed. It’s about watching trust unravel into manipulation, and how grief hardens into resolve. The lyrics paint betrayal as theater — a “grand ballet” of lies, staged from the start — before shifting into a darker metamorphosis where survival becomes weaponized. What begins in silence and loss ends in fire and steel.

🔻 Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Without words or motion
No reason, no reply
It died before it lived
I tried... but you snuffed our sky

[Verse 2]
The spark that arced between us
The flare that once defined
Now stuck in fractured motion
Just echoes stuck on rewind

[Bridge]
It lived in my smile, in the way I’d look
In thoughts you twisted, in the voice you took

[Chorus]
Storms rolled in, and clouds bloomed gray
Threaded lies in your grand ballet
From the start, you planned the end
Now the gallows drip with what you penned
You killed the last light

[Transition: Build-Up]
Rising Strings

[Verse 3]
Goodnight—now shadows wrap me whole
This darkness... I’ve made it home
Wiser now, with eyes unsealed
I speak with blades, my truth revealed

[Verse 4]
Black as night, this cave I keep
Feasting on the rot you seed
Not broken—tempered. Sharp, aware
I’ve risen from your cold despair

[Bridge]
Pain streaks my face—
The truths you feared, the ones you erased
But I still hold the debt you owe
The weight of what I won’t let go

[Chorus]
Storms rolled in, and clouds bloomed gray
Threaded lies in your grand ballet
From the start, you planned the end
Now the gallows drip with what you penned
You killed the last light

[Interlude]
Slight Reverb Guitar

[Verse 5]
Rest well... you’ll need your sleep
For in shadows, I quietly creep
Each mirror, each window, each haunted night
It’s me you feel... just out of sight

[Outro: Extended]
With iron sledge and forged resolve
I built the bench your soul dissolves
From depths you laughed, I rose unsealed
You mocked the light you chose to kill
Now something brighter burns beneath your heels
A forge for souls who dared to steal
No light remains for those like you
Only echoes from the truth

🔻 Personal Reflection

Bloomed Gray came from the moment I realized that some endings were never accidents — they were written long before the story began. The lies weren’t mistakes; they were choreography. This song was my way of reclaiming power in the aftermath — to take the hurt, the silence, and the betrayal, and forge something unbreakable out of it. Writing it was like exorcising a storm and finding my own steel inside the wreckage.

🔻 4Me2BeFree

This track marks another step in 4Me2BeFree’s evolution — taking grunge roots and weaving them into cinematic ballads of survival. Bloomed Gray is heavy with metaphor and drenched in storm imagery, but it’s also deeply personal. It continues the mission of creating music that is not only heard but felt — where personal pain becomes a shared landscape, and where listeners can find their own fire inside the storm.

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