Choices is a heartfelt collection of songs about the moments that shape us. This album blends danceable pop, nostalgic ballads, and genre-fused grooves to explore themes of growth, gratitude, and self-discovery. Each track is a chapter in a life well-lived—and still unfolding. Whether you're chasing dreams or looking back on where you started, Choices is the soundtrack for the road you're on.

A Good Life

Indie Pop Rock 


[Verse 1]
Ohio whispers in my ear so slow
A landlocked dream where rivers glow
Cornfields stretch like time on repeat
Every step feels like a backward beat

[Prechorus]
Is this a map or a magic trick
Are we lost or just homesick

[Chorus]
Ohio oh why oh why
Do the skies twist like tie-dye
Ohio oh why oh why
You’re the riddle I can’t untie

[Verse 2]
Gas station coffee tastes like regret
A thousand miles and I’m not there yet
The wind hums tunes from 1982
Backward guitar plays a déjà vu

[Prechorus]
Are these roads or endless loops
Is it freedom or a tethered truth

[Chorus]
Ohio oh why oh why
Do your highways sigh and sigh
Ohio oh why oh why
Your horizon’s a crooked lullaby

Ohio

“These songs come from my human experience. Any resemblance to divine messages is your own interpretation I’m not claiming that role”

I’m Guilty of Humble

I’m Okay

Victory Parade

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Been walking this road for too damn long
Oh Lord, the night feels so cold
Every step I take, I feel that wrong
Heavy heart with nowhere to go
The weight on my shoulders won't let go
Regret from choices made long ago

[Chorus]
I've been down this wrong road
Can't find my way back home
All the hurt that I've sown
I'm paying all alone
I've been down this wrong road
Heart heavy as stone
I'm all alone, I'm all alone

[Verse 2]
Used to have someone believing in me
Now there's just an empty space where love used to be
Every night I hear that voice call my name
Asking why I played those losing games

[Chorus]
I've been down this wrong road
Can't find my way back home
All the hurt that I've sown
I'm paying all alone
I've been down this wrong road
Heart heavy as stone
I'm all alone, I'm all alone

[Bridge]
If I could turn back time, make that choice right
But the rain keeps falling night after night
Running out of chances as the shadows grow long
Trying to learn from all the things I did wrong

[Verse 3]
Still walking this road in the pouring rain
Hoping someday I can wash away this stain
Maybe there's a way to make things right
But tonight I'm still lost in this endless fight

[Chorus]
I've been down this wrong road
Can't find my way back home
All the hurt that I've sown
I'm paying all alone
I've been down this wrong road
Heart heavy as stone
I'm all alone, I'm all alone

[Outro]
Been walking this road for too damn long
Oh Lord, every step just feels so wrong

Wrong Roads

Dreamy. Psychedelic. Soulful. It's the kind of music that washes over you like a warm tide, pulling you into a hazy, sun-drenched daze. This is indie-pop with a cosmic twist, blending shimmering synths and reverb-soaked guitars with a smooth, soulful groove. It’s perfect for late-night drives, lazy Sunday afternoons, or anytime you want to get lost in a soundscape that's both melancholic and uplifting.

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Didn’t Hurt

“They said the blues were six feet under. We’re still dancin’ on the dirt.”

Six Feet Above the Blues is a 15-track resurrection of grit, ghosts, and grit-your-teeth redemption. Born from rusted strings, roadside sermons, and moonshine confessions, this debut album blends Southern Gothic storytelling with boot-stomping energy and the haunted soul of outlaw folk.

Through swamp fog and shotgun sermons, you’ll meet:

A hollow-eyed preacher who barters salvation in shadows

A hellhound more loyal than any man

A banjo cursed with blood

And a narrator who swears “God Don’t Ride Shotgun”

Whether it’s the eerie waltz of “Rattlesnake Waltz,” the foot-stomping fury of “Train Don’t Stop for Sinners,” or the rowdy last call in “Ashes in the Ale,” this record walks the line between sin and salvation — and leans hard toward the former.

Fueled by banjo, bowed bass, gang vocals, and enough smoke to choke a saint, this is music for the outlaws, the almost-gone, and the ones who never stayed buried.

🪕 Come raise a glass with the damned — you’re only six feet above the blues, after all.
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Buried With a Grin

Dreaming in Slumber

We are the future

A Fenske and Sons Song about a man struggling to find the words to a song. 

Suno Ai - Musical Composition, Music and Vocals

Thank You Meta Ai for initial Cover Art. 

Thank Snapseed for editing tools. 

Final Cover Art by Nick Fenske

Can't Seem To Find The Words

Я помню чудное мнговенье

AI doesn’t write my songs. I do – and the AI brings them to life, like a team of session musicians and sound engineers behind me.

Hungarian composer and songwriter exploring the future of music with a guitar, a voice, a phone, and a vision.

With 94–98% Audio Influence, the AI strictly follows my musical input. The songs musically and lyrically are completely and meticulously written on a guitar before I start work with AI. 

These tracks show what happens when you lead and control every detail of the musical production – and AI listens. From a simple game it turns into a smart musical instrument.

The songs are examples of early AI music production preserved for the future.

I’m Okay

Trust in My Unknown

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