HOUSE
The.Record
The.Record body holding errands, kinship, desire, consistency, and the fact that daily life kept showing up.
THE.RECORD • ALBUM.PAGE
Still.Lived
Album summary: A human-scale album about everyday continuation. It turns chores, routines, waiting, family memory, desire, and household consistency into proof that a real life kept moving.
Sequence logic: The album starts in stalled daily motion, gathers observation and energy, reclaims voice and kinship, allows desire back into the room, and closes on lived evidence.
MOOD
Daily.Warm.Held
Kitchen-light steadiness, small motion, family roll call, want returning, and proof made out of ordinary days.
ALBUM.ART
The front cover holds the lived-in room and the fact of presence. The back cover turns that ordinary proof into the full nine-track sequence map.
FRONT.COVER
Still.Lived
The front cover keeps the whole album in a human room — warm, occupied, ordinary, and impossible to dismiss as nothing.
BACK.COVER
Tracklist.Map
The full nine-track body sits on file here, turning routines, names, motion, and proof into an ordered record of daily continuation.
TRACKS.01–03
DAILY.MOTION
A.Little.Bit.of.Nothing.
A foggy day-in-the-life track about motion without completion and the emotional cost of drift.
While.I.Wait.
A patient observational song that turns grocery lines, crosswalks, and pauses into tiny films of other people.
A.Little.Bit.of.Everything.
A bigger, noisier companion piece about scattered ambition, too many tabs, and restless overextension.
TRACKS.04–06
THE.ROOM.FILLS.BACK.UP
Learned.My.Name.
A multi-phase identity song about speech, silence, return, love, and answering back as oneself.
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Family.(Unsorted)
A sprawling family roll call that honors blood, chosen people, memory, and the fact that all of it counted.
Come.&.Get.Me.
A flirt-forward, movement-heavy desire track about closing distance with no hesitation.
TRACKS.07–09
THE.PROOF.STAYS
Proof.of.Daily.
A quiet domestic testimony that makes dishes, consistency, friendship, and small kept promises feel sacred.
Still.Lived.
The closing statement: this was not merely survival, but an actively maintained life with rhythm, care, and structure.
Hey.James.
A stomp-heavy confrontation anthem that calls a name into the fire—raw, direct, and merciless.