WHERE ARE YOU GOING...

... THERE IS NOBODY WAITING THERE.

My lyrics are never about what people think they are... so much has changed and yet stayed the same.

Mired.

YOUNG WILD is on Bandcamp y'all

I released an e.p version of my mixtape "Young Wild" on Bandcamp. Now available for purchase :)

solr-me.bandcamp.com/releases

WORDS

I do not know

What more to say

Now that I gave

My words away

I closed my eyes

And I took you in

The bravest that I, I’d ever been

I’d ever been x 3

Telling you things I never even knew x4

Telling you things, all along I needed you

Telling you things...

Years under the meadow, under these ugly things

Under the wounds we carved ourselves in the night

Over the world, under the universe where we were buried

Into the sky written as such to take flight

Love in a time of walls

Love in a time of mistrust x 2

Love in a time of no words

And you make love as if we would die

And you make love as if you would die x2

YOUNG WILD (The Making Of)

 

There are no words for what I'm feeling right now. At this moment.

I'm so unbelievably tired. Young Wild has taken everything out of me. Doing this shit on my own has been crazy but I absolutely could not have done it any other way. I can't imagine making music unless it is fully my own - and on my own terms. I'm a ridiculous individual; I want what I want, exactly how I want it... without compromise. It's a painful way to be, sometimes, but the alternative might be worse.

Anyway... I'm venting to the ether. 

What I actually feel, beneath all this exhaustion and spent, is pride. I fuckin' did it. 9 songs, written, recorded and produced (except for The Wanderer, which was produced by my good friend and engineer Atlay) by me. One day I'll be able to feel the full extent of what this has meant... 

Right now? 

Yay me.