Clock in, sell your soul, and call it ambition. This track’s me quitting the side-quest of killing myself for the man. The only boss I’m fighting now is the one in my head.

Boss

Ever meet one of those people who just... well... Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes there are too many. Pretty much.

Pretty Much

About chasing scraps of joy when the whole buffet is closed.

A Little Bit Of Something Wonderful

Don't overthink it: a kiss ain't a promise. 

A Kiss Ain't A Promise

Being mixed, I learned to to code switch to survive. But learning how to fix in with everyone is lonely, you burn out. Makes the car overheat at high heat. "Sing whiter." "Sing blacker." "Aren't you Mexican can't you sing this in Spanish?"  

Drive Into The Sun

Heartbreak never feels good in a place like this. But movie magic sweetens the misery in post. If we're lucky...

Movie Magic

Listen, if you can't hype yourself, how the heck you supposed to hype anyone else...?! Bet on it...

It's been made clear mine's not a life of face, but it's fascinating to behold the eyes that devour the faces...

Pretty Boy

Gave up cake because you liked pie. Always gave you the bigger slice. 

Cake v Pie

As someone with a severe case of arachnophobia, funny how frequently I'm walking into spiderwebs. A part of me must like to get bit. 

Play Me Again

It's my therapy song, and I wanted to shut up and dance through all the issues. You know, heal myself with a song. And dance my face off eating pie.

The Bigger Slice

Much better to write the cautionary tale than BECOME the cautionary tale. Going to the clurb is dangerous. 

Velvet Rope

When it looks so damn close but it's so far away.... 

Are We There Yet

It’s my birthday, and this is the song that captures the mania and melancholy of these birthdays beyond the Chuck E. Cheese years.

Velvet Rage

Heartbreak Alert: my mother passed away in 2020 and me giving up on music because of my "bad face" disappointed her more than anyone. When she passed, I couldn't cry, she wouldn't let me. She filled my head with melodies. And that's when I began writing all these songs I'm bombarding you with. No one will ever love me like that woman, I'd never belonged to anyone before.... For me the process always starts with a melody and a simple phrase, in this case... "Where do I belong if it ain't beside you...?" This is raw, unfinished, and hurts to share, but I thought I'd take a break to honor the source material ahead of her birthday. =)

Where Do I Belong If It Ain't Beside You

As a poor kid who envied the fancy homes and pretty lives the other kids at school had, I grew up  to be a homeless adult who envied the fancy homes the other adults had... And then I got a home and realized that the grass had never been greener.... Because you never come home to the same house twice, anyway... 

Never Come Home To The Same House Twice

Have the Friday feels... You know... When you love somebody the only way you know how but you couldn't love them better.... 

Wish I’d Loved You Better

On my birthday weekend, I want to share this delirious electro-love song for the overthinkers. “Everything” turns chaos, codependency, and chemistry into a glittering experiment that actually works, or at least you'll think it's working when you're spinning, sweating and dancing with the stranger you presume to be the new love of your life... until the lights come up and ruin everything. BUT THAT'S ANOTHER SONG... ha...

Everything

Don't hate the player, hate their thumbs. I'll be honest, ADHD felt much easier to handle before all the apps took over our lives. 

Flight Risk

Winning over the Mother is hard work; though for once I wish the Mother tried to win ME over. That's besides the point. Mother's do love me. I still get calls and emails from ex's Mothers who try to keep me in their lives. 

Your Mother Will Love Me

I never thought I'd make it through the worst of times... And I'm here to tell you, for all the reasons why you should give up, there's a thousand better reasons why you should stay here with me fighting through this life. This ain't a hill, this ain't the end. You don't need reasons, JUST LIVE... Add the birds on Spotify. More music coming... https://open.spotify.com/album/68u9TUHJGSU2UOwby23y6s?si=-gyRQx9SSHebpbAhG6n6qQ

live

An exec once told me I didn’t have the face for music... And I did hide said face from music for a decade, but after stockpiling bops I realized I needed to crawl out of my cave and face the music. These bootstrap mixtapes are rough deep cuts, scrappy demos, a workshop, a confessional and ultimately the sweatiest party you didn't want to go to but accidentally had the time of your life at. Hatched from one bad face, Songbirds of Sunset is part band, part scrambled cult of imaginary friends and unstable muses.

Songbirds of Sunset

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