A nostalgic, sun-kissed ode to freedom, stillness, and that slow kind of magic only summer knows. With airy percussion, glowing synths, and soft vocals, the track captures the feeling of walking nowhere in particular, yet feeling completely at home under the endless sky. A gentle escape for hearts that chase warmth, wind, and wonder.

Barefoot Wanderer

Amaretto Sour

I was born beneath Cleopatra’s star,
A crown of hunger pressed to my brow.
The Abbess whispered discipline,
The Hermit taught me silence—
And I walked barefoot through the chambers of my wounds,
Listening for the echo of my name.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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Death came crooked, not as release,
But as the theft of every chalice.
Childhood spilled from my hands,
Sisterhood drowned in salt.
Grief carved its initials in my bones,
And I lay in the ashes,
Counting all I had lost.

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Chorus
I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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But the quills turned sharp within me.
I gathered burdens like torches,
Ten sceptres blazing in the night.
I raised the coin from the dust,
And traded sorrow for fire.

The wheel turned and I turned with it.
Strength was not given,
But torn from the throat of despair.
The words I swallowed now rise,
Eight blades of truth
Unleashed in the air like storm.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

⸻

And now—
Queen of Coins, Helena’s crown—
I stand in the ruin made fertile.
My thighs are roots, my breath the wind,
My womb the cavern of the earth.
I kuln at the sun until the rivers wake.
I howl at the moon until the wolves remember.
I dance in my scars until they bloom with moss,
And my blood calls the ancestors home.

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Final Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

Viltur Seiðr

SET BOUNDARIES

A haunting reflection on modern life — trapped in routine, chasing dreams we don’t believe in, smiling through silent pain. The Cage dives deep into the emotional grind of existing in a world built on illusion. For everyone who’s ever felt stuck, numb, or unheard — this one’s for you.

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The Cage

Was home ever the destination? From paralysis through exhaustion to peace, only to discover it was never there.

Show You The View

In “Unconditional,” D’Rhonic opens his soul with a timeless message about the power of pure love, the kind that asks for nothing but truth in return. Written from a place of vulnerability and devotion, the song paints a portrait of two hearts learning to trust again after pain. With smooth R&B tones, lush harmonies, and gospel undertones, it captures that rare moment when love feels eternal, where giving and receiving become one sacred act.

UNCONDITIONAL

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.  Find it on Spotify:  spotify:track:3QWQsyTFBNaOgZBa4zFUqa

Flight Risk

free to download!!
[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
Don’t let me go, don’t let me go.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
I missed the last train home.

[Verse 1]
Rain on the glass, and the night runs slow,
Your face in the window — then you let go.
You said “see you soon,” I said “okay,”
But my voice got lost in the fadeaway.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every second slips, like sand through my hands,
Your name’s a line I can’t unplan.

[Chorus]
I missed the last train home,
You’re somewhere I can’t go.
The doors closed soft, and I stood still,
Watching your shadow fall below.
I missed the last train home,
The silence cuts my bones.
I said, “I’m fine,” but my heart still knows —
I missed the last train home.

[Verse 2]
Cold air bites through my coat tonight,
Colors fade out of the light.
Your laugh still rings inside my chest,
Every beat says “no,” but I can’t rest.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every road just leads me back,
To where we stood on broken tracks.

[Chorus]
I missed the last train home,
You’re somewhere I can’t go.
The doors closed soft, and I stood still,
Watching your shadow fall below.
I missed the last train home,
The silence cuts my bones.
I said, “I’m fine,” but my heart still knows —
I missed the last train home.

[Bridge / Breakdown]
(Ooh-oh) Time won’t wait, it just fades out.
(Ooh-oh) Can’t turn this train around.
Your name repeats, the lights all blur,
And I’m still chasing where you were.

[Final Chorus]
I missed the last train home,
Still calling out so low.
Every mile between our hearts,
Feels heavier as I go.
I missed the last train home,
But I can’t let you go.
The night moves on — but I still know,
I missed the last train home.

[Outro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
Still waiting as the night runs cold.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
I missed the last train home.

last train home

Cradle

My Brother Jon

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.