Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

"The Treasure Tower" is a cinematic folk-rock journey that builds from a single acoustic guitar and vocal into a soaring, full-band spiritual experience.

Drawing inspiration from the epic imagery of the Lotus Sutra, the song tells the story of a profound revelation. It charts the journey from sitting on the "hard earth" as a humble seeker to witnessing the miraculous appearance of the great Stūpa—a tower of gold and lapis lazuli that shakes the ground and fills the air with celestial music.

But the true miracle isn't just the tower in the sky; it's the discovery of the "priceless gem" within.

Featuring a dynamic arrangement that moves from sparse folk to electric gospel-blues, the song's soaring slide guitar, rich Hammond organ, and thunderous percussion capture the awe of the moment. "The Treasure Tower" is a song about awakening—about realizing that the divine truth we seek outside is the same truth we've carried inside us all along.

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1: The Heavy Ground and the Precursor]

I was sitting on the hard earth, every joint began to ache
I was seeking simple peace, for the old law’s sake

The Lord went into stillness, meditation deep and vast
And then the whole wide Buddha-land, it woke up at last

It didn't groan, it humm'd, six ways it shook the ground
It trembled in its reverence, then it danced and tossed around

Felt that divine energy, so awesome and so real
I knew a mighty secret was about to be revealed.

[Chorus: The Immediate Sensory Revelation]

Oh, the Stūpa arose, five hundred yojanas high!
Gold and lapis lazuli piercin' up the sky 

That scent of holy incense... filled my lungs 
Then the great, deep voice inside, that celestial tongue

It cried: "Excellent, excellent, Lord Sākyamuni!" 
Now I know the truth is coming for me.

[Verse 2: Sight and Adornment]

I looked upon that Tower, so beautiful and vast
Made of seven precious substances, built forever-more to last 

That silver, pearl, and carnelian, burnin' in the light 
With lapis, gold, and agate, what a heavenly sight 

The gods from up in paradise strewed down their floral rain
White cloth whirled down in thousands, washing away the pain

The banners and the triumphal streamers caught the wind
Told me this ain't no extinction, this is where the truth begins.

[Chorus: The Immediate Sensory Revelation]

Oh, the Stūpa arose, five hundred yojanas high!
Gold and lapis lazuli piercin' up the sky 

That scent of holy incense... filled my lungs 
Then the great, deep voice inside, that celestial tongue

It cried: "Excellent, excellent, Lord Sākyamuni!" 
Now I know the truth is coming for me.

[Verse 3: Auditory Wonders]

The jeweled chimes and bells were ringing, sweet, tender, and clear 
The melody flowed through the world, takin' all my fear 
I heard celestial music, it pulled me right up near

Then I heard the Buddhas answer, like thunder breakin' truth 
The Master called his other forms to give the final proof 
I heard ten-thousand finger-snaps, echoin' off the roof

A mighty, joyful thunder, through all of time and space 
Affirming one Great Vehicle... for all the human race .

[Bridge: The Hidden Gem and the New Path]

I thought I was satisfied, just beggin' for my bread
A pauper on the low road, full of ancient dread

But the Master, knowin' secrets I could never see
Had tied a priceless jewel right inside of me

That gem of all-knowin' wisdom, I had... but I couldn't see
I was blind until this Tower... it set me free

Now I wear the robe of patience, and I stand up in the light
I'm no low-road disciple... I'm a Buddha in my own right.

[Chorus: The Immediate Sensory Revelation]

Oh, the Stūpa arose, five hundred yojanas high!
Gold and lapis lazuli piercin' up the sky 

That scent of holy incense... filled my lungs
Then the great, deep voice inside, that celestial tongue

It cried: "Excellent, excellent, Lord Sākyamuni!" 
Now I know the truth is coming for me.

[Outro]


The Treasure Tower

THE SNOWFLAKE SONG

Machine cover of a song written by Kevin Bianchi

2025 St. Francis Records, LLC.

Written by Kevin Bianchi
JakeOwen/St. Francis Music (ASCAP)

Forever

A song produced in a blend of dream pop and blues intended for listeners who have lost a love at this otherwise generally happy time of year.  It's one of 12 new Christmas songs on SoundCloud Christmas playlists 2025.

Christmas Blues

We never planned to release this.
These songs were just for us, little moments that sat on hard drives and notebooks, never really meant to leave the room. But after a while, it started to feel wrong keeping them hidden.

The Collection isn’t a greatest hits or a polished project. It’s the story of where we’ve been, caught in all its rough edges and quiet mistakes. Some songs are years old, while others seem to have come out of nowhere. Together, they make up everything that’s brought us here.

We didn’t mean for this to be an album. But here we are.


Paper Hearts

🔻 Song Insight
What’s Left To Love captures the moment when devotion collapses into disillusionment. It’s a stripped confessional where love’s ruin becomes a quiet reckoning—one voice, one 12-string guitar, and the echo of what used to matter. Every breath feels recorded from inches away, like an afterthought whispered into an empty room. The song wrestles with identity and worth after betrayal, blurring the line between what’s real and what was performed.

🔻 Lyrics

Intro:
Instrumental

Verse 1:
What I had, you’d take—
It’s not what you say,
It’s in my pain,
Your praise to your fame.

Interlude:
12-string acoustic


Bridge:
Dying by your hands,
Fighting to be free,
Nothing inside,
No longer me.

Pre-Chorus:
I wanted you to care,
My insides you tare.

Chorus:
Left me to my own,
You saw my bones,
Tighten this noose,
No longer I was of use.

Verse 2:
You pull at my flesh,
I hand you what’s left,
You spit in my eye,
As blood soaked your lies.

Refrain:
You left your name inside my scars.

Chorus:
Hate me—the parts I lost,
Hate you—what was us,
Broken—what was inside,
Taken—hope that died.

Interlude:
12-string acoustic

Verse 3:
You stole the one thing I’d known,
Parts that made me real,
My heart that bleeds,
A reason to feel.

Bridge:
I looked for you in your eyes,
Nothing looking back,
Blank memories is all I’d see.

Pre-Chorus:
I wanted you to care,
My insides you tare.

Chorus:
You pull at my flesh,
Handed you what’s left,
You spit in my eye,
As blood soaked your lies.

Refrain (fading):
Your voice still breathes inside my scars.

Outro:
The cost of gold—you’ll never know,
The pain—you’d never feel,
It’s lost on you, this screenplay,
Full of what’s left to lose.

Refrain:
The cost of pain lost on you,
Lost on you,
Lost on you.

🔻 Personal Reflection
There’s a point where you stop fighting to be understood and start singing to survive. What’s Left To Love came from that edge—the silence after everything breaks. I wanted to capture the moment the performance ends, when all the noise falls away and you realize you’ve been playing your part in someone else’s story.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
This track represents 4Me2BeFree’s dedication to vulnerability over perfection. It blurs the line between confessional art and cinematic intimacy—songs built from truth, recorded in emotional close-up. What’s Left To Love is the sound of rediscovery, where pain transforms into presence and raw honesty replaces production gloss.

🔻 Copyright Notice
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What’s Left To Love

It is a special thing when someone truly knows you inside and out. It can seem like they're living in your head. It's extraordinary and creepy, but its love that makes it amazing.

Live In My Head

Vesuvius Inc 2025

Lyrics, Vox, B3Hammond, Guitar, Synthesizer : Jef
Backing Vocals, Guitar : Matteo.  PowerBass : Marcus. Power drums : Paul.  Electric Guitar: Andy
Choruses : The Band

Can I pay for your coffee?
I say I left my wallet in the car
I don't have a car
The way you move and the way you are
You look so sweet and the boys at the bar
Get nervous when you ask
"Can I pay for your beer?"
Well
You could have
But my demons already paid for it
You could have
But my demons already paid for it

[Prechorus]
And my best friend died
And my girlfriend cries

[Chorus]
When the whiskey takes over
And I do what I'm told
I am not that strong
And when I get older
I wanna see you there
My demons pay 4 the beer
My demons pay 4 the beer
My demons pay 4 the beer

[Bridge]
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean

[Chorus]
When the whiskey takes over
And I do what I'm told
I am not that strong
And when I get older
I wanna see you there
My demons pay 4 the beer
My demons pay 4 the beer
My demons pay 4 the beer

My Demons Pay 4 The Beer

“Shadows in the twilight” is a gentle English-language lullaby that paints a calm evening scene: sheep-like clouds drift across the sky, dewdrops shine like pearls on sleeping flowers, and moths circle a warm light. A warm female vocal rests over soft acoustic guitar or piano with delicate pads and glockenspiel, moving at ~70 BPM to encourage slow breathing and relaxation. The lyrics reassure and renew—inviting little ones (and tired parents) to unwind, drift into peaceful dreams, and wake to a brighter morning. Ideal for bedtime playlists, nursery ambience, and quiet family evenings.

Sheep-like clouds

Santa Took A Break In New Orleans 

 

V.1: 
The Holidays are normally set aside for family and traditions  
Needing a break last year, I escaped to an exotic location    
To a place I’d heard “You gotta go” tales about but never been  
Down Ol’ Man River on the Mississippi Queen                                                                                                      
V.2: 
Scrambled off the Queen on Christmas Eve in the Crescent City 
From the riverbank it sure is quaint, yeah, damn! it's pretty 
Soon found myself down in a hip rockin' French Quarter 
Oh-Lord, an' every block my eyes got wider and wider [Yeah, they did]    
Chorus: 
Eureka, ca va, comme ci, comme ca 
Santa appeared to have a need  
An' took a break in New Orleans [Yeah, he did] 
What a scene, unnh-hunhh, I mean, aahh-hahh 
Santa heavin' them x-rated candy canes 
In a red velvet thong, whoa! an' rainbow beard, Ho-ho! 
Yellin' Merry Christmas, y'all! Santa's gotcha covered, ya hear  
V.3: 
I ain't no man of the world, y'all, but I've seen some pretty crazy things 
Lemme tell ya, Christmas Eve with Santa's special toys cain't be unseen 
That crowd was singin' carols, and havin' one helluva joyful time  
An' them candy canes I took home, yeah, did impress certain friends of mine [Yeah, they did] 
Chorus: 
Eureka, ca va, comme ci, comme ca 
Santa appeared to have a need 
An' took a break in New Orleans [Yeah, he did]  
What a scene, unnh-hunhh, I mean, aahh-hahh 
Santa heavin' them x-rated candy canes 
In a red velvet thong, whoa! an' rainbow beard, Ho-ho! 
Yellin' Merry Christmas, y'all! Santa's gotcha covered, ya hear             
Outro: 
Oh-man! what a scene, at Royal and Dumaine 
When Santa took a break,  
Yeah, when Santa took a break 
He took a break in New Orleans

Santa Took A Break In New Orleans (Remastered)

These songs often evolve from thoughts that sometimes lead me to think, "I wonder how that would sound if put to music." My hope is that you, the listener, enjoy hearing them as much as I do composing them.
B.T.W., these creations are available for licensing. All Rights, Privileges, and Copyrights belong to the author/creator: ME.

Santa Took A Break In New Orleans (Remastered)

J.D.Wattler

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