Woman Of Faces

Woman Of Faces (Demo)

"[Intro]
Kalimba echoes, soft and slow
Golden light through the window
I heard your name in the radio hum
And I knew where this was gonna go
[Verse 1]
You wore silence like a second skin
I tried to speak, but where to begin?
We used to laugh in stereo
Now it’s just static, soft and low
[Pre-Chorus]
I trace the lines we used to draw
On foggy glass and midnight calls
You said “I’m fine,” I said “me too”
But neither of us knew the truth
[Chorus]
Golden, golden back to friends
We lost the spark but kept the end
No fire, no fight, just quiet bends
In the road where we pretend
[Verse 2]
Your coffee cup still stains my shelf
I talk to ghosts, I talk to self
You moved on with grace, I stayed
In the echo of what we made
[Bridge] (spoken word over ambient pad)
We were never lovers, not quite
But something deeper, something right
And now we’re strangers with a past
That flickers golden, fading fast
[Final Chorus]
Golden, golden back to friends
No need to break, no need to mend
We drift like leaves, we don’t defend
Just let the silence recommend
[Outro]
Kalimba fades, the light turns blue
I smile at nothing, thinking of you"

Golden Backtofriends

LYRICS//

listen, i don't lie, everything u hear, i lived it man
she left me, she regret it, and thats on her
she left me in the dark, now she cryin on her bed
talkin to her friends like she wish we never end
i don't give a fuck, that's the life that she chose
now i'm drippin in designer, rockin black on black clothes
she regret every word, every text that she sent
but i'm busy countin dreams, i ain't worried bout that rent
cold heart, gold teeth, yeah i shine when i walk
if she ever hear my name, bet her stomach gon drop
i'm the ghost she can't kill, i'm the ink in her veins
try to run from my shadow, but it's carved in her brain
she see me glow up, now she stuck in the past
i don't fuck with no rewind, i was built to outlast
she left me burnin, now i glow in the flames
drip on my body, i don't play no fuckin games
i survive through the pain, never takin a fall
rise from the wreck, yeah, i rise when they call, ho

ink in her veins (prod. willie g)

A haunting exploration of inherited expectations and corporate identity crisis. The song uses the metaphor of silk ties as nooses to examine how the narrator struggles between becoming his father's ghost in the business world versus finding his authentic self. The recurring question "Which ghost are you trying to become" drives home themes of generational pressure, corporate conformity, and the suffocating nature of living up to others' expectations. The imagery of boardrooms, colored ties for different days, and late-night moments of vulnerability creates a vivid portrait of modern masculine struggle.


Which Ghost

Morning mirror shows my father's face
Looking back through forty years of silk
While I practice tying knots he never taught me
Each noose another knot for what I've built
In boardrooms where his ghost still walks the halls
And I rehearse the words he used to say

Which ghost are you trying to become
When you wrap that silk around your throat
While your true self whispers from the shadows
Which ghost are you trying to become

There's a warden in my closet
Arranging colors like a mood ring chart
Monday morning burgundy for strength
Wednesday blue for video smiles with lies
Thursday's pattern hides what I destroy
While Friday's gold can't mask what's in my eyes

Which ghost are you trying to become
When you wrap that silk around your throat
When your souls light splits through corporate armor
Which ghost are you trying to become

At two AM I'm naked in the light
Red Windsor marks still pressed into my skin
These silk rosaries around my neck
The only prayers I remember how to sing
When did the noose become my daily bread
The corporate communion wine I drink

Which ghost am I trying to become
When I wrap this silk around my throat
When my gut strings play a different tune
My father's ghost or someone I've outgrown
Which ghost am I trying to become
The man I was before I learned to hide
Which ghost am I trying to become


Which Ghost

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Lucky to Get It

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