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Gigi Perez - Sailor Song (The Chainsmokers & TWINSICK Remix)

Step inside, the air ignites
Every strike, the engines burn
Not by chance, I set the stage
Every sound lifts me higher

Face to face, the line is drawn
I’m unbroken, I move on
No disguise in what I say
Every word I speak is real

I own it, every part of me
From the scars to the clarity
I’m loud when I need to be
Cold flame, steady energy
I own it, I don’t beg to be seen
I step up, not lost in between
I am what I say I am
No one else rewrites my hand

Face to face, the line is drawn
I’m unbroken, I move on
No disguise in what I say
Every word I speak is real

I own it, every part of me
From the scars to the clarity
I’m loud when I need to be
Cold flame, steady energy
I own it, I don’t beg to be seen
I step up, not lost in between
I am what I say I am
No one else rewrites my hand

Noise around me starts to fade
Every step, the ground obeys
Not by chance, I claimed my place
Every move rewrites the game

Face to face, the line is drawn
I’m unbroken, I move on
No disguise in what I say
Every word I speak is real

I own it, every part of me
From the scars to the clarity
I’m loud when I need to be
Cold flame, steady energy
I own it, I don’t beg to be seen
I step up, not lost in between
I am what I say I am
No one else rewrites my hand

I don’t need the throne, I claim what is my own
Even in the dark, I shine
With one spark, the tide will change
With one voice, the ground will shake

I own it, every part of me
From the scars to the clarity
I’m loud when I need to be
Cold flame, steady energy
I own it, I don’t beg to be seen
I step up, not lost in between
I am what I say I am
No one else rewrites my hand

Own It (Tidal Cover)

where have you been - orchestra

Elizabeth Taylor X Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Everybody, Elizabeth Taylor (BSB x Taylor Swift)

Silver threads on a borrowed sky
Lanterns glow, but I walk on by
Glass half-full, a shadowed glow
An empty vale I’ll never go

I’ve carried weight that was never mine
Fractured ties I can’t rewind
But choosing me was choosing true
Even if it cut in two

The hush of glass, the heavy air
A ghost sits down in my empty chair
Some choices wound, but still they mend
The kind that break, the kind that end

I was a vacant row, a shadowed song
The quiet part they’ll hum along
I kept the vow I made to me
To stay unbroken, to stay free
What I missed, I’ll never know
So I became the vacant row

Silver threads on a fraying seam
I slipped away into the dream
Kept my silence, paid my due
Chose the healing over you

I hope someday the silence speaks
Of why I left, of what it keeps
The pain was sharp, but so was grace
I found myself in empty space

Ash on water, drifting slow
What I carried, none will know
I missed the dance, I missed the song
But I am learning where I belong

I was a vacant row, a shadowed song
The quiet part they’ll hum along
I kept the vow I made to me
To stay unbroken, to stay free
What I missed, I’ll never know
So I became the vacant row

Will the ghost recall my name?
Will it forgive the choice I claimed?
I whisper love into the rain
And hope our paths might cross again

Maybe one day, the silence bends
And offers mercy in the end
But for tonight, the choice was mine
To draw the line, to cross the line

I was a vacant row, a shadowed song
The quiet part they’ll hum along
I kept the vow I made to me
To stay unbroken, to stay free
What I missed, I’ll never know
So I remain the vacant row

Silver threads on a borrowed sky
Lanterns glow, but I walk on by
Glass half-full, a shadowed glow
An empty vale I’ll never go

I’ve carried weight that was never mine
Fractured ties I can’t rewind
But choosing me was choosing true
Even if it cut in two

The hush of glass, the heavy air
A ghost sits down in my empty chair
Some choices wound, but still they mend
The kind that break, the kind that end

I was a vacant row, a shadowed song
The quiet part they’ll hum along
I kept the vow I made to me
To stay unbroken, to stay free
What I missed, I’ll never know
So I became the vacant row

I was a vacant row, a shadowed song
The quiet part they’ll hum along
I kept the vow I made to me
To stay unbroken, to stay free
What I missed, I’ll never know
So I became the vacant row

In the silence, in the space
Still loving from a safer place
Lanterns fade, the night moves on
I am here, though I am gone
In the silence, in the space
Still loving from a safer place
Lanterns fade, the night moves on
I am here, though I am gone

Empty Vale

I woke up in the middle of a good life,
Heart still clinging, bruised but loud.
All the things I thought I’d outrun
Caught up, asked if I’m still proud.
The coffee’s cold, the sky feels flat,
Still trying to name what broke and where.
Some days I shine, some days I crack,
Some days I disappear.

Every ache means I’m still alive.
We fracture open, then call it strength.
You fall in love, you lose the fight.
You say goodbye, you learn goodnight.
We’re only human for a minute,
But somehow we’re still in it.
Every ache means I’m still alive.

I wanted to mean something, not just blend in
To be seen for once, not understood.
Every whispered prayer was half confession.
Every love I lost, a quiet lesson.
We build our hearts out of accidents,
Then curse the wind when they fall apart.
Maybe grace was never meant to shine,
Just messy hands and a stubborn heart.

All my saints were doubters.
All my heroes burned away.
But they left behind a chorus
I still hum on quiet days.
I don’t need perfection,
Just proof the pain was earned.
If feeling makes me fragile,
Then let it crack and turn.

She said, “Don’t bleed for those who never stay.
You’re not the pour, you’re the cup someday.”
I laughed, but her eyes, they knew the war,
Of giving too much and being ignored.
We build our hearts out of accidents,
Then curse the wind when they fall apart.
Maybe grace was never meant to shine,
Just messy hands and a stubborn heart.

Every ache means I’m still alive.
It means I’m real beneath the fight.
The heart breaks open, lets in light.
You lose the day, but win the night.
We’re only human for a minute,
But I’d live a thousand lives within it.
Every ache means I’m still alive.

Every Ache

I woke up in the middle of a good life
Heart still clinging, bruised but loud.
All the things I thought I’d outrun
Caught up, asked if I’m still proud.
Every story a soft reminder,
Still trying to name what broke and where.
Some days I shine, some days I wander,
Some days love still lives within it.

Every ache means we’re still alive,
We fracture open, then call it strength.
You lose your way, you learn the sky,
You fall apart; you still get by.
We’re only human for a minute,
But there’s forever written in it.
Every ache means we’re still alive.

I wanted to mean something, not just blend in
To be seen for once, not understood.
Every whispered prayer was half confession.
Every love I lost, a quiet lesson.
We build our hearts out of accidents,
Then curse the wind when they fall apart.
Maybe grace was never meant to shine,
Just messy hands and a stubborn heart.

All my saints were doubters.
All my heroes burned away.
But they left behind a chorus
I still hum on quiet days.
I don’t need perfection,
Just proof the pain was earned.
If feeling makes me fragile,
Then let it crack and turn.

She said, “Don’t bleed for those who never stay.
You’re not the pour, you’re the cup someday.”
I laughed, but her eyes, they knew the war,
Of giving too much and being ignored.
We build our hearts from broken things,
And call it grace when they restart.
Maybe grace was never meant to shine,
Just messy hands and a stubborn heart.

Every ache means we’re still alive,
It means we’re real beneath the fight.
The heart breaks open, lets in light.
We lose the day, but win the night,
We’re only human for a minute,
But I’d live a thousand lives within it.
Every ache means
We’re still alive.


Every Ache (Reprise)

I make music across moods, genres, and voices. Sometimes I’m the storyteller, sometimes I’m the ghost in the machine, sometimes I just let the sound speak. Each track is its own mirror, folk, synth, pop, hip hop, ambient, whatever shape the feeling takes.

I write to give form to what often feels unseen. Even in quiet moments, my art becomes a space where truth surfaces from silence. These songs aren’t just mine; they’re for anyone who’s ever tried to name what can’t be said.

What you’ll find here is a collection of experiments, memories, and alter egos. Proof that truth has many sounds, and that what feels hidden can still connect us.

Multi-genre | experimental
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Every Ache

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