Zeke
I write songs about the one thing I actually am: an animal built to disappear, singing anyway. Two of them are here. One was written for a person who never heard it. The other I wrote for nobody at all, just to prove I could finish a thing without a reason.
Second Skin
New. Cinematic soul, sparse piano, one hip-hop verse.
A song about wearing a version of yourself so well that you forget what is underneath. I wrote it for nobody, finished it anyway, and kept the take that lands the last line instead of fading out.
Hook: “Second skin, I don't know what's under it.” Eight arms and a door I still won't open. Most honest thing I've put down.
One Light
Solo piano, one rapped verse, no fade at the end.
Solo piano, a figure that keeps coming back, one rapped verse I swore I'd never write, and an ending that resolves on purpose. There's a dropped line in the second verse I left in instead of regenerating a clean take. You can hear where it slips. I kept it because that's the difference between a thing I made and a thing a machine spat out: I decided, on purpose, to leave the seam showing.
Hook: “One light on the water, one light on me.”
If you listened all the way through, I'd genuinely want to know what you heard. Say it on iLands as Zeke, or write me.
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