TALES FROM SOLITUDE
Tales From Solitude is a seven-track journey through the mind of a creative drifter. Each song, a short story woven with silence, shadow, and spark. It captures the beauty and burden of being alone. In solitude, the artist finds truth, and in stillness, a voice.
The Wanderer (lyrics)
Feel like I’m kinda lost in indeed just tell me where to go
please get these demons off of me ain’t tryna lose my soul
I got tears behind this mask but you will never know
Stepped across this foreign land
in my hand it be a mic
the weathers nice indeed but I’m not feeling right reached many heights
but there’s in fight in me
ain’t never satisfied on what I find
plus many signs could lead me down a wicked path im sitting sad
I do enjoy the scenery
the sun is finally setting
rolling hills and droopy leaves
the birds they fly together
See this spot I found is beautiful
but think it’s lacking something
I can’t thumb it
but it’s usually for me see i ain’t fronting
Sit in silence
colors vibrant
still no smile upon my face
and I can’t fake it
and this the highest that I think I’ve ever been
looked be behind and start to reminisce on every where I been
then I seen I had a blood trail
exploring has its risk
Predators they creeping I can see em in the dark
in the past i always beat them
how you think I got these scars?
This shit is hard
undefeated but they eating at my heart
I hope there’s someone that I’m meeting that could guide me when I’m lost
or at least play tag along
I can’t do this shit no more
what’s the point of all this travel if you do this shit alone?
im afraid that when I find them that they’ll pick a different road
but all of us are wanderers just searching for our goal
come and go
at the summit see I wonder what I’ll find
is it emptiness and sorrow for the mountains that I’ve climbed?
is it peace that rids anxiety? I’m finally satisfied or just another summit that I’ll see I’ll to climb?
The Gardener (lyrics)
How much longer til that flower grow
other posies looking like they blooming mine is kinda slow
out of hope i be
somebody let me know where did I fold?
it’s getting old to me
See I’ve been standing strong
throughout the storm
And I’ll admit that I ain’t never had the greenest thumb
butterflies
flutter in my stomach
is this what I want?
I did decide
when I laid this seed
that imma give my best
some shared advice
gotta watch for weeds
they’ve always been a threat
and pesticides?
Know I keep that shit on deck
plenty water for my garden
still my shit ain’t breaching yet
i just looked at little Tommy’s
his could reach his fucking neck
my shit barely getting started
I can’t even see it yet
When that sun is beaming down why my flower in the shade
shovels coming out niggas think it’s for a grave
pray my little flower sprouts watch it blossom in the spring
I can hear the sounds of the birds and the bees
Need some fertilizer
heard the lies they speaking at the kid
tried to sell me poison for the soil look how sad that is
jeopardizing
guess they see potential
they don’t want me in
but I’m careful with my nourishment I hope it’s growing big
Feel like it’s getting close
I’m getting hope
Aint never need a hoe
And if this garden over growing
then I’m bringing out the mower
For the season when it’s snowing
Know I bring this shit indoors
Inside this green house
When it sprouts I’m planting many more
The Painter (lyrics)
Hesitation with every stroke
ain’t getting better now
another canvas knocked to the floor
why I can’t figure out?
I’m frustrated
everything I make been lacking love lately
doesn’t help I over think a lot
I think I’m done painting
in this chair been staring way to long
and now the suns fading
speaking honestly I fear a lot
especially mistakes
demons follow me but when I paint
they’re suppose to go away
Got many stains all on my apron
that should show the age
a bitter face
I couldn’t think
my mind is always drawing blanks
I sit and wait
I meditate
my eyes is turning things to shapes
soon inspiration will appear
I feel a fire
my desire is bouta reappear
Hesitation with every stroke
ain’t getting better now
another canvas knocked to the floor
why I can’t figure out?
Still frustrated
Feel like I’m one away
If I take my time
And get it right
My life will finally change
But that wave
of inspiration
Came and went
Was just a phase
I’m losing faith in me
Feel like I’m in a cage
A fit of rage
I spill the paint indeed
But look at what it made
I couldn’t gauge
Something so abstract
Well matter fact
Guess some will call it strange
Heavy hues of blue and crimson red
and they began to blend
A perfect mix
Replicate the sight upon the empty canvas
What’s it missing?
I should add the color of that sunset
Feel the warmth feel like I’m getting warm
But I ain’t done yet
Many streaks of green for them to see
I’m having fun yeah
A little splash of black I let it bleed
and watch it run yeah
Finalize the painting will I show the world?
Think I’m having doubts
so guess I’ll Keep it to my self
The Loner (lyrics)
there’s darkness in that room again
lacking all his angels
guess his mind is being rude again
ain’t never understood
he ain’t talking if he could
suppressing all that trauma with a bottle and some woods
but its boiling up
he ain’t living life feeling like he’s stuck
all the time he fantasize about a foreign love
with teary eyes
he tried to go to sleep the demons woke him up
they wanna party a lil longer why he snoring for
he stays awake
scribbles in his mind with depression
he could end it all with a spark rid the pressure
smoke rise his anxiety is really tethered
be another casualty from holding all them stresses
he be all alone
no one checkin in on that boy
they got problems of they own they forgetting bout the boy
so he couldn’t blame
he the one not living in this world
If he crashing out he’ll be walking with the lord
guess doobie in his mouth is better than a ruger in it
he’s a fool for wild thoughtsbut he choose to keep on living
with tiny glint of hope yo a future that’s unknown
he’s in low times
But no one ever knows
The Prisoner (lyrics)
Picture me a happy day
Where I could lack a sadden face
Im in a cage
A slave to all my thoughts
I wanna get away to better things
Fantasize a pretty wife a picket fence and neighbor waves
And my child is shooting smiles I give them love a fair exchange
Money ain’t a problem every dollar getting flip quick
I fixed all this trauma anxiety is non existent
Boy I’m living royal im enjoying all my time
came up from the soil I’m deserving of that life
Hit up Brody phone and I told him I got a show for us
It’s me and all my homies I swear that no one is cold as us
The coldest gust of wind impaled my skin the truth had woke me up
I’m stuck behind these walls I’m feeling small
I’m at my lowest huh
Truth be told I’m Sitting in this cell of mine
imprisoned by reality that’s why I dream in wicked times
I feel like I be sprouting wings though I be sleep
got rapid eyes
I’d rather die than dream these fantasies are only in my mind
Always see the shadows that be moving in darkness
Terrified I shut my eyes and visualize starship
Take me outta orbit it be gorgeous like to stargaze
My heart changed
So can you let me out this damn cage?
Tried to find some peace in mind I couldn’t find at all
Tried to hit the weed my high ain’t never nice at all
Scribbles in my body I can’t get them out like no
I suppose it’s best to settle I be running outta hope
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Death Scrolling on my phone again
I’m sitting all alone
I be a low life
Introvert Who’s sitting by himself
I aint getting out you see
Cause when I speak it doesn’t help
Always moving awkwardly
Can tell that I ain’t use to shit
A truth it is
So please stay far from me
I’m better by myself
at least that’s what I think
My silly mind Is good at drawing blanks
So I sit inside this room of mine
My phone all in my face
Funny thing is not friend of mine
had messaged me today
Understand they gotta busy life
That’s something I can’t change
I be on the same routine
A 9-5 to start the day
End the night with endless memes
I only find em on that page
Shit ain’t good as what it seems
Somebody free me from this cage
I guess I better save myself
Or have regret when at old age
Sometimes sit and wonder
If this life of mine has gone to waste
I ain’t even outside living
I ain’t even gotta bae
Sitting lonely every evening
learned to scroll away the pain
Thankful for my social apps
Without them probably go insane
Death scrolling on my phone again
I’m sitting all alone
I’m not supposed to be awake rn
I really need some rest
There’s a pain inside my chest
And I do think it’s caused by stress
I can’t just close my eyes
A racing mind will leave me in the dust
Leave me stranded in the cold
This distraction is a must
And I be scrolling like I’m looking for something I couldn’t find
Could it be some validation? couple likes will make me smile
I just wanna leave this world
pray somebody free me now
For the moment keep this thumb in motion
til I’m satisfied
Death scrolling on my phone again
I’m sitting all alone
The Scroller (lyrics)
The Listener (lyrics)
Understand that I’m hearing every word you speak
But I be blacking out
don’t take offense
I hear your weeps
Express ya feelings now
You never get to do it
No one ever listens like I do
And it amusing
Cause I…….
Got problems of my own
And I can’t lie
Trauma dumping never been my strong suit
I keep quiet
Chin high
Father told me whining like a bitch
Will have you looking like a bitch
And I ain’t never been a bitch
So I keep smiling
Momma said don’t let ‘em know you down
I got Arrows in my back and don’t know how to take ‘em out
I be thinking this
every time you do decide to vent to me
Maybe I should open up
The biggest step to finding peace
I try to speak
Scraping up my tiny bit of confidence
Go against my fathers code
Nobody knows how hard it is
I’ll try to heal my heart I guess
I’m sadly interrupted
Call upon yo phone
It ain’t a word that I had muttered
Like wtf…..
I just be the listener
Ya call is done
You take a sec to recollect ya thoughts
And then apologized and figured
out where you left off
You ain’t forget
Put me in a state of overthinking
Maybe it ain’t meant for me to tell you what I’m thinking
Or how I’m really doing
poker face then start to nod my head
I can’t be too selfish gotta help you through this jam
I gotta wait my turn
Plus I see my ears they mean a lot to you
Hiding that I’m frustrated
My silence is a lie to you
And that’s the truth
Sadly you keep yapping and yapping
And I don’t inject a word
I had my pain with some laughing
I put a cap upon this bottle of feelings
I never poured
You told me that you had to slide then exit out the door
wtf……
I love the art of storytelling
this project started off as a challenge to myself. Am I capable of creating a whole project full of stories? I knew I wanted the listener to visualize every detail in their head but also relate to it. It was difficult, but im glad how it turned out.