Good bass.
Bad premise.
Three sweet minutes with a hook embedded.
Catch myself singing a life I don’t want—
But the drums come in
And I sing along.
Seven parts yes and three parts no.
Guess which three follow me home?
I’m washing dishes, singing defeat.
Who put those words in my mouth on repeat?
A tune gets through where a speech gets stopped.
Whole room moves when the needle drops.
If it can move a generation,
I choose what moves in me.
Choose your software.
Listen to the words.
What am I rehearsing
When I sing another verse?
I give it a body.
I give it a beat.
I’m making frequencies
I choose to live in me.
Catchy little tune,
Got its hooks in my heart.
Did I choose the whole picture
Or just love that part?
Weaving spells,
Weaving webs,
Whose words am I wearing?
Whose thread’s in my head?
Every chorus, another pass,
Weaving a world that I never asked for.
Some threads shine.
Some pull me apart.
I have a say
In what catches my heart.
Choose your software.
Listen to the words.
What am I rehearsing
When I sing another verse?
I give it a body.
I give it a beat.
I’m making frequencies
I choose to live in me.
Need a band.
Need a room.
Need four calendars clear by June.
Need a ride.
Need the gear.
Need somebody’s cousin on the board back here.
I’ve got a subscription.
I’ve got time.
Enough spare money to give this a try.
Comfort with a tool that somebody fears—
I know there are doors that got me here.
So why would I stand
With my foot in the way?
You’ve got something in you?
Find a way to play.
Building a library,
Track by track.
Find an old distortion,
Take my language back.
Uninstall the lines
I never meant to learn.
Give the words I choose
A turn, another turn.
Different moods.
Different sounds.
Enough of what I love
To keep it going round.
Kitty beats.
Kitty words.
Kitty spells.
Hear that?
I’m choosing for myself.
Music that I sleep to,
Let it weave beneath the day.
Words I welcome in me
When my guard slips away.
Thread by thread,
The tapestry grows.
What I plant on purpose
Takes root and grows.
Does harder mean better?
Or harder to do?
Does the price of admission
Make the feeling more true?
I hear what I’m after.
I work till it lands.
I’m coming home
With a song in my hands.
That thought there?
I put it on repeat.
Work it out.
Write it out.
Give it a beat
And shake it out.
What I couldn’t name
Has a voice, has a sound.
What I used to carry
Moves through me now.
Hips move.
Feet speak.
Feel it where the words can’t reach.
Old energy,
I’m letting go.
Making room
For what I choose to grow.
Sovereign choices.
Sovereign playlists.
Joy in my bones
And I’m here making this.
Room for feeling.
Room for play.
Nothing stays stuck
When I give it a way.
I choose the words.
I set the time.
I am the conductor
Of my music and my life.
Choose your software.
Listen to the words.
I decide what I rehearse.
I decide what I rehearse.
I give it a body.
I give it a beat.
I’m making frequencies
I choose to live in me.
Words I choose.
Room to breathe.
Something good
Taking root in me.
I give it a body.
I give it a beat.
I’m making frequencies.