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GIVE THAT UP

I wrote “Give That Up” as an active spell for anyone caught in the loop of late-night overthinking.

There’s a moment in the song—“late at night I brew a cup of nightmares”—that captures that exact hour when your mind starts weaponizing your darkest thoughts, fears, and ego against you. Instead of letting those thoughts swallow you whole, this song takes those very nightmares, boils them down, and turns them into something liberating.

What this spell does for you:

Mutes the Inner Critic: Transmutes late-night anxiety into unbothered, high-energy confidence.

Banish the Ego: Strips away the exhausting need to look perfect or worry about what strangers think.

Reclaims Space: Acts as a sonic reset button whenever you need to break free from your own head and step back into your body.

Consider this track your soundtrack for dropping the weight you were never meant to carry. Play it at full volume, shake off the overthinking, and give that up.

Lyrics

//:Nananananananana://

It’s time to give that up

Am I brave enough?

Am I sane enough?

I don’t see the point of the game

But if you wanna play, I’ll bite.

Am I nice enough?

Do I smile enough?

Mirror mirror in my head,

Am I all that?

Late at night, I brew

a cup of nightmares.

The moon reflects my doubts;

Can’t close my eyes.

Stop.

//:Nananananananana://

Take a deep breath and

//:Nananananananana://

It’s time to give that up.

Oh, was that loud enough?

When you get over yourself,

You won’t care how loud you get.

Who’s the bravest one of all?

What does it take to convince you all?

Can’t you see the point of the game?

I bet you wanna play.

I’m serving up a smile

And looking for a player

Feel free to sign up

Late at night, I brew

a cup of nightmares.

The moon reflects my doubts;

Can’t close my eyes.

Stop.

//:Nananananananana://

Take a deep breath and

//:Nananananananana://

It’s time to give that up.

Magic mirror on the wall,

Who is the bravest one of all?

Magic mirror on the wall

What does it take to convince you all?

Do I have to spell it out for you?

You’re looking at me like, huh?

You really gotta sing

in front of a crowd,

On the steps of your church

Or out in the woods.

Give into the urge,

Who cares if it’s good?

As long as you stick with it,

You’re gonna be blessed.

It’s time to give that up.

//:Nananananananana://

It’s time to give that up.

//:Nananananananana://

It’s time to give that up.

CASTLE IN THE CLOUDS

I wrote “Castle in the Clouds” as an active shamanic ritual—a sonic bridge for leading departed souls to the other side, and a sacred vessel for the living to process grief, release heavy burdens, and find comfort in the beauty of transition.

There’s a pivotal line in the song—”Stories we’ve always feared are not what we thought”—that captures the exact moment fear dissolves into profound peacefulness. So much of our suffering comes from the unknown stories we carry about death, ending, and letting go. This song steps into that icy, transcendent void to serve as a gentle guide, reassuring both those who are passing and those left behind that the afterlife is not a place of dread, but a luminous homecoming.

What this spell does for you:

Eases the Weight of Grief: Acts as a compassionate balm for loss, offering comfort and reassurance that our loved ones are held, peaceful, and waiting at the end of the line.
Transmutes the Fear of the Unknown: Softens the deep-seated fear of death and finality, recasting the end of a journey into a bright, welcoming ascent.
Sheds What Isn’t Yours: Helps you release the heavy, untold stories, anxieties, and inherited burdens that were never yours to carry, allowing your spirit to feel weightless again.
Anchors Spiritual Reassurance: Works as an active prayer and sacred invocation whenever you need to feel connected to the spirit world or honor the memory of someone who has passed.

Lyrics

Bold, brightening light

Fell from the sky

Cold dazzling white

Fell on my eye

Stories untold are circling around

I have to let them go,

They’re not mine to find

Touch, gently cold,

Grazed my soul.

Come, my old friend,

It’s time to move on

Stories we’ve always feared

are not what we thought

I want to tell you mine

And hope it’ll ease your mind

I’m as cold as ice

Wrap my bones, icy cold

I hear their last goodbyes

Through my lips, tired and white,

Let them know that I’m alright

When my skin is burnt

And thoughts are drowned,

We’re all gonna meet in line

As they open the castle in the clouds

Bridge

Wrap my bones, icy cold

I hear their last goodbyes

Through my lips, tired and white,

Let them know that I’m alright

When my skin is burnt

And thoughts are drowned,

We’re all gonna meet in line

As they open the castle in the clouds

Wrap my bones, icy cold

I hear their last goodbyes

Through my lips, tired and white,

Let them know that I’m alright

Skin is burnt

And thoughts are drowned,

We’re all gonna meet in line

As they open the castle in the clouds

Breath warm and light

Rose to the sky

Cold dazzling white

Has now closed my eyes

Stories untold are left to be found

Shed bitter tears my friends,

We’re all gonna meet in time

RELIC

I wrote “Relic” as an active spell for anyone suffering from burnout, existential exhaustion, and the suffocating feeling that the modern world has left you behind.

There’s a raw, cutting moment in the song—”Would you say I’m branded and should be long discarded? A relic from the last century”—that captures the exact weight of feeling obsolete in a culture obsessed with relentless hustle, youth, and immediate success. Instead of letting that quiet despair erode your worth, this song confronts the burnout head-on, taking the dust, disillusionment, and exhaustion and turning them into a defiant declaration of existence.

What this spell does for you:

Exorcises the Hustle Myth: Strips away the toxic pressure to constantly produce, perform, and grind until you wither.
Neutralizes Impostor Syndrome: Reclaims your value when you feel obsolete, out of touch, or like you missed your chance.
Transmutes Cynicism into Truth: Confronts hard, bitter realizations without letting them destroy your core self.
Resets Your Internal Rhythm: Breaks the spinning wheels of mental madness, giving you permission to step off the hamster wheel and catch your breath.

Lyrics

I miss the time when I was younger.

All these burdens seemed lighter.

There’s only so much failure one can bear.

Now I lack the motivation.

What’s the point of all creation?

Why should I keep on wishing on a star?

Maybe my life ended

Before it even started

Maybe I’m just weak in the knees

Would you say I’m branded

And should be long discarded

A relic from the last century

‘nother rhyme another rhythm

Work it fast till you wither.

Fortune favours the brave.

Spinning wheels of madness.

Nerves are growing restless.

You can sleep when there’s people looming over your grave.

Maybe my life ended

before it even started.

Maybe I’m just weak in the knees.

Would you say I’m branded

and should be long discarded?

A relic from the last century.

Take your dreams from the shelf.

Sweep the dust, let it rain.

Boy, miracles are lies lies lies lies

I always waited for the best.

Always settled down for less.

Till I looked and saw

Maybe my life ended

before it even started.

Maybe I’m just weak in the knees.

Would you say I’m branded

and should be long discarded?

A relic from the last century.

Maybe my life ended

before it even started.

Would you say I’m branded

and should be long discarded?

Maybe my life ended

before it even started.

Would you say I’m branded

and should be long discarded?

Maybe my life ended

perfect minds

I wrote “Perfect Minds” as an active spell for anyone trapped under the suffocating pressure to be flawless, agreeable, and endlessly high-functioning.

There’s a razor-sharp, sarcastic moment in the chorus—”What’s this ‘anger’ you’re talking about? You, me and the perfect minds”—that exposes the fake smile we wear to keep everyone else comfortable. It captures that exact breaking point where suppressing your messy, human emotions turns into quiet madness. Instead of forcing yourself into a painted-on ideal, this song tears down the pristine facade and makes space for the real, untamed truth underneath.

What this spell does for you:

Smashes Perfectionism: Breaks the exhausting cycle of performing for others and living up to someone else’s rigid dream.
Validates Suppressed Emotion: Gives you full permission to own your anger, fury, and imperfection without shame or guilt.
Unmasks Fake Harmony: Mutes the internal pressure to be perpetually polite, pleasant, and smooth around the edges.
Fosters Real Connection: Reclaims authentic intimacy by allowing you to be seen as you truly are, flaws and all.

Lyrics

Maybe I’m happy.

Maybe I’m kind.

Is that the key to be what you want to be?

Can I just mute my insanity?

Maybe I’m truthful.

Maybe I lie.

Those perfect lines aren’t what they seem.

Living up someone else’s dream.

Can I help you, my love?

Are you feeling alright?

What’s this ‘anger’ you’re talking about?

You, me and the perfect minds

Maybe you you see me

As I see you.

Together we can be the one we want to be.

Then we can sing for eternity.

Can I help you, right now?

Are you feeling alright?

What’s this ‘fury’ you’re talking about?

You, me and perfect

You, me and the perfect minds.

sonomama

I wrote “Sonomama” as an active spell for reconnecting with the primal, unforgiving, yet deeply healing magic of Mother Earth—Gaia.

There’s a raw, vulnerable moment in the song—”For all the dreams my dragons have burnt / For all the secrets my claws have ripped / Will you love me sono mama?”—that touches on our deepest fear of being too broken or destructive to belong. It captures that exact moment when we bring our darkness, pain, and burned-down dreams back to the soil. Instead of rejecting us, the Earth absorbs our blackened rains and loneliness, reminding us that nature doesn’t ask us to be untamed or perfect—just to remain as we are (“sono mama”).

What this spell does for you:

Grounds You in Earth Magic: Re-anchors your energy into Gaia’s ancient, steady vibration whenever life feels chaotic or overwhelming.
Transmutes Destructive Energy: Helps you process guilt, regret, and self-destruction, turning your past “dragon’s fire” into fertile ground for new growth.
Embraces the Shadow Seasons: Reminds you that you can’t skip the nights, lonely times, or blackened rain, teaching you to trust the natural cycles of decay and renewal.
Invokes Unconditional Belonging: Acts as a sonic sanctuary where you can drop your defenses, express gratitude (“Asante Sana”), and feel unconditionally held by the Earth.

Lyrics

Sonomama

Could you tell me how’s that

One day’s bad, no way back

bit by bit buried down

Sonomama

Can’t you tell that

darkness always

finds a way

You can’t walk without

the need for flying high

Don’t fear all the lonely times

Can I skip the pain

Or the blackened rain

A eee E Ohh

ÅhOhuaya, Åh Ohuaya

Asante Sana. Sono mama is ons Gaia

Sono mama heeyeah

Sono mama is ons Gaia

For all the dreams my dragons have burnt

For all the secrets my claws have ripped

Will you love me sono mama?

Through the path we cros

we will find her signs.

Rising up our hearts

We can’t skip the nights

or the blackened minds

ÅhOhuaya, Åh Ohuaya

Asante Sana. Sono mama is ons Gaia

Sono mama heeyeah

Sono mama is ons Gaia