Fracture

[Verse 1]

I walk a tightrope, frayed at the ends  

Shallow breath, with weight pressing in  

The nights stretch long, no dawn in sight  

But hey! I'm still standing...

Call it pride—or call it spite! 

[Pre-Chorus]

Every crack runs deeper, every whisper turns to screams  

Holding on so tightly, I might tear at the seams  

[Chorus – Rock Intensifies]

I could snap, I could break  

Teetering close to my own fate  

Holding strong, still afraid  

But even steel bends in the quake  

[Verse 2]

They see defiance, they don’t see doubt  

The tremors under skin, the fire burning out  

And yet I wear this armor, sculpted from pain  

A monument to battles lost again and again  

[Verse 3]

I fake the laughter, rehearse the lines

Make peace with silence, dodge the signs

But truth has claws and it always finds

The fragile places I try to hide

[Pre-Chorus – Builds Tension]

Every mask feels heavier, every smile a masquerade

Still I walk through shadows, still I dance around the blade

[Chorus]

I could snap, I could break

Teetering close to my own fate

Holding strong, still afraid

But even steel bends in the quake

[Bridge – Climactic Shift]

What happens when the wall gives way?  

When the dam can't hold the waves?  

Do I shatter, do I fade?  

Or rise again from the remains?  

[Outro - guitar, emotional, seeking, questioning] 

All that's left is breath and flame

Breath and flame... Or so they say

Wish I could stop running on fumes

And find a peaceful place to sleep 

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style: 

Soft rock transitioning into rock. Deep introspective mood building into raw release. Warm male vocals.

Fractured Fortnight

[Intro]

Time moves, but never fast enough,

Silence hums where voices should be.

Two weeks held me by the spine,

Pulled me forward, let me bleed.

[Verse 1]

The lights never dimmed, the calls never ceased,  

Each hour slipped through my trembling hands.  

No rest, no sky, just the fractured repeat—  

Another night, another demand.  

[Chorus]

Distant peaks, a waiting wind,  

A place untouched by all I’ve seen.  

Let me vanish, let me break,  

Leave me where time forgets my name.  

[Verse 2]

Whispers of care, yet hands stay cold,  

Their comfort drifts but never lands.  

I gave and gave, I stood alone,  

And found myself in hollow plans.  

[Chorus]

Distant peaks, a waiting wind,  

A place untouched by all I’ve seen.  

Let me vanish, let me break,  

Leave me where time forgets my name.  

[Bridge] 

I held the weight, I bore the tide,  

Still, no one asked how deep it burned inside.  

Let me scream, let me shatter—  

I am more than silence, more than static matter.  

[Verse 3]

If I sleep, will I wake the same?  

If I stop, will the echoes fade?  

Two weeks swallowed me whole,  

Now I stand, but I am changed.  

[Outro]

Time moves, but never fast enough,

Silence hums where voices should be.

Two weeks held me by the spine,

Pulled me forward, left me free.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Echochamber (The Call)

[Intro - Sparse acoustic guitar fingerpicking]

[Verse 1]

Oh no... Uhhhh, oh no...!

Oh, oh no... Ohhh no! 

Answer it, please... You sure? 

Ohhh... oh, no!

[Pre-chorus]

I would have... Would have...

If I could have... Could have...

But no, no, no...!

No, no, no! 

[Chorus]

There's no true promise,

No, no, not even one!

No real way out, now,

And nowhere to run!

[Bridge - slow and powerful]

Riiinnnggg! It's a call...

It's ringing, it's your call! 

Ohhh no, no, please...

No, no, not again! 

[Pre-chorus]

I would have... Would have...

If I could have... Could have...

But no, no, no...!

No, no, no! I won't!

[Chorus]

There's no true promise,

No, no, not even one!

No real way out, now,

And nowhere to run!

[Final bridge]

Need to find a way 

Need to find a place

But no, there's none! 

Nobody to ask!

[Outro - emotional, echoing, lingering]

Ohhh no... I'm losing!

Ohhh no... I've lost!

Ohhh no... Am I still here? 

Why? Ohhh why? Ohhh no!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Stripped R&B ballad. D minor. Warm clean acoustic guitar. Subtle fingerpicking. Warm male vocals. Emotion: helplessness, anxiety, speechlessness, recursive miseries. 

Time to Go

[Saxophone solo] 

[Verse 1]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ooo.. Ooo.. ohh.. oh-ho... Time to go! 

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Find yourself a moment to be so?

[Verse 2]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ooo.. Ooo.. ohh.. oh-ho... !

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Ohh... Nothing else matters, so! 

[Saxophone solo - haunting]

[Pre chorus]

It was late enough for you to leave, 

And all I did was simply tell you so. 

Could I have done anything better? 

Perhaps; will we ever really know?

[Saxophone solo] 

[Chorus] 

Time to go. Time to flow;

Time to vanish into the glow.

If you're afraid, I understand,

Trust me, for I do know! 

[Saxophone solo] 

[Verse 3]

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

Your can't find another friend to go!

Hmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm! Mmm...

We could do better, however slow.

[Saxophone solo] 

[Pre chorus]

It was late enough for you to leave, 

And all I did was simply tell you so. 

Could I have done anything better? 

Perhaps; will we ever really know?

[Chorus] 

Time to go. Time to flow;

Time to vanish into the glow.

If you're afraid, I understand,

Trust me, for I do know!

[Saxophone solo] 

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Singer-Songwriter. Jazz-Folk. B Dorian. Haunting. Saxophone. Acoustic guitar. Soulful.

The Forgotten Blacksmith

[Intro - Acoustic guitar solo. Lone melancholic tune.]

[Verse 1]

In a corner past the castle walls,

By the embers dim and old,

A blacksmith toils with calloused hands,

Turning iron into gold.

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Yet when the banners rise at dawn,

And victories are sung,

They name the knight who held the blade,

Not the hands that shaped his lung.

[Chorus]

Strike the steel, bend the flame,

Give it shape, don’t give it name.

A thousand battles, none my own,

Yet the sword I made takes the throne.

[Instrumental break - Acoustic guitar solo. Emotional.]

[Verse 2]

I hear the cheers, I hear the feast,

Through a door that stays locked tight.

The man who swings the gilded blade

Drinks to "glory" in the light.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

But when the edge dulls, when the cracks appear,

And new wars start to brew,

They’ll come crawling back, hat in hand,

For a sword that’s forged anew.

[Chorus]

Strike the steel, bend the flame,

Give it shape, don’t give it name.

A thousand battles, none my own,

Yet the sword I made takes the throne.

[Instrumental break - Acoustic guitar solo. Emotional.]

[Verse 3]

The forge still burns, the bellows groan,

But now my hands are tired.

They’ll find another younger fool,

To bleed upon this fire.

[Outro]

So raise your cups to hollow men,

Let them bask in stolen pride.

But steel remembers who it met,

And fire knows who died.

[Final Acoustic Guitar Solo - Lone melancholic tune.]

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

D Minor. Acoustic Guitar. Mix of folk, blues, and outlaw country with medieval overtones. Warm and weighted male vocals.

Gobbledygook (Not for Me, Though)

[Intro - Saxophone solo. Slow build. Gradually rising.]

[Verse 1]

Gobbledygook! Here again, full of yourself,

Throw in some synergy, just for your health.

Leverage the bandwidth, optimize pain,

Say it with flair, but say nothing plain.

[Chorus - punchy rhythm]

Oh, it's flexible, scalable—

A word soup, unshakable!

Turnkey! Revolutionary!

A mission so critical, barely habitual.

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

[Saxophone Solo break - playful.]

[Verse 2]

Groundbreaking nonsense, oh, what a pitch!

Pushing the envelope straight into a ditch.

Actionable insights that circle the drain,

It’s all just a loop, yet they run it again!

[Chorus - Repeat with slight variation]

Oh, it's flexible, scalable—

A word soup, unshakable!

Turnkey! Revolutionary!

A mission so critical, barely habitual.

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

[Bridge - Breakdown. Spoken Word Style. Walking bass]

Now lean in, dear colleagues, let's optimize trust,

With vertical integration, our synergies must...

Pivot our mindsets and—oh, what the heck,

This sentence just tripped on its tie and got wrecked.

[Saxophone Solo break - Sharp. Jazzy. Structured.]

[Verse 3]

Oh, best practices—best left unsaid,

They sound like they mean something, yet they play dead.

A paradigm shift? Oh, what a bore!

You said that last quarter... and the quarter before.

[Chorus - Final. Call and response style.]

Oh, it's flexible, scalable— (Scalable!)

A word soup, unshakable! (Unshakable!)

Turnkey! Revolutionary! (Really?)

A mission so critical, barely habitual. (Oh, please!)

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

[Outro – Full Band Crescendo, Then Fade]

Gobbledygook! Here again.

Gobbledygook! Not for me, though—thanks!

Ahh, but it’s next-gen, you see. (Yeah? Ha ha!)

Ha ha! Not for me, though—thanks!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

Jazz-Rock. Funk Undertones. B Mnor. Saxophone. Playful, expressive delivery. Energetic. Bouncy. Ironic. 

Running on Borrowed Time

[Verse 1]

Footsteps pounding, breath like smoke,

shadows stretch where the neon broke.

You can hear the past behind you call,

but the alley narrows, and the echoes fall.

[Pre-Chorus]

The wind's got whispers laced with names,

a hand unseen still fans the flames.

You swore you'd never turn around,

but pavement screams in siren sounds.

[Chorus]

Run, run—faster than your sins,

but the night’s got hands, and the walls close in.

Truth ain't patient, fate don't lie,

you've been running on borrowed time.

[Verse 2]

Every streetlight hums with blame,

your name’s a smudge on a windowpane.

A ghost in glass stares back at you,

a face once known, now split in two.

[Pre-Chorus]

The road is long, the air is thin,

but every turn loops back again.

You thought escape was yours to find,

but shadows know the paths you wind.

[Chorus]

Run, run—faster than your sins,

but the night’s got hands, and the walls close in.

Truth ain't patient, fate don’t lie,

you've been running on borrowed time.

[Bridge]

You see it now, it was always there,

the weight you wore, the silent stare.

There’s no ahead, there’s no behind—

just the chase you etched inside your mind.

[Final Chorus]

Run, run—but you won’t win,

the night’s got hands, and it pulls you in.

Truth ain't patient, fate don’t lie,

you've been running on borrowed time.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

Style:

D minor. Western cinematic. Saxophone lead. Harmonica for depth.