STAG Radio Artist Archive
Dj4x/M4rio
Dj4x/M4rio, also known as 44, are an Alderidge student duo who developed their work through Alderidge University's student music and production spaces, with recordings entering rotation on WALD 93.1 during their time on campus.
STAG Radio Recording
Afterimage (feat. Grey and the Truth)
This track was created using Suno and AI-generated vocals. Lyrics were created by STAG Radio with AI assistance.
Lyrics
You’re gone But you keep showing up Everywhere I look I let you go At least I said I did Some things don't leave When you forgive Deleted your number Still know it by heart Funny how clean breaks Leave the messiest parts Changed all the passwords Moved all your shit Still catch myself thinking You’d laugh at this Everybody says time Like time got hands Like it walks in the room And undoes what it can I’m good That’s the line That’s the version I sell But every time the room goes quiet There you are again You’re fading But never enough Still living in the places I don’t want you to touch I let go At least I tried But you keep flashing Behind my eyes You’re an afterimage Burned into the light Gone when I reach for you Back when I close my eyes You’re an afterimage Something I can’t erase Every time I think you’re gone You flicker back in place I gave up the anger Or most of it went But peace isn't empty It remembers where you've been I've carried the good things Without calling them lies I've carried the damage Without letting it decide No great revelation No beautiful end Some people leave slowly Long after they've left And maybe that's healing Not clean, not divine Just waking up one morning And knowing my life is still mine No big scene No last fight No cinematic goodbye Just one day you stopped choosing me And somehow I survived Almost Still hate that word You’re fading But never enough Still living in places I thought I had shut I let go At least I tried But you keep flashing Behind my eyes You’re an afterimage Burned into the light Gone when I reach for you Back when I close my eyes You’re an afterimage But you don’t own this place Every time you flicker back You fade a little more away Gone Back Gone Back I don’t want you back That’s what makes it worse I don’t miss the ending I miss who we were first Maybe that version Was never even real Doesn’t mean my body Got the message how to heal Not every ghost is asking To be brought back to life Let it fade Let it fade Let it fade Let it fade You’re an afterimage Burned into the light Gone when I reach for you Back when I close my eyes You’re an afterimage Something I can’t erase Not coming back Not asking you to Every time you flicker back You disappear a little more each day You’re an afterimage Just wish you’d disappear You don’t have to disappear You just have to fade from here Still right here Quieter here Not forever Not forever Not forever Let it fade Afterimage Gone
STAG Radio Recording
Stay Tuned
This track was created using Suno and AI-generated vocals. Lyrics were created by STAG Radio with AI assistance.
Lyrics
You’re listening to absolutely everyone And somehow nobody at all Wake up at five, make six figures by seven Cold shower, green juice, mindset of a legend Never mind the fact I sleep behind the gym I sell a course on winning, let the lesson begin You don’t need rest You need discipline You don’t need money Just send me fifty bucks to get in Every station’s got the answer Every fool has got a plan Everybody found the secret Right before the sponsored ad Stay tuned Somebody’s lying after this Stay tuned Another expert with a list Turn the dial, take your pick Everybody knows the fix Stay tuned Nobody knows shit Love is simple, trust me, brother Keep her guessing, text her mother Never say exactly what you mean That’s emotional strategy Three divorces, four restraining orders Still giving tips to loyal supporters Buy my book, become the prize Chapter one: deny, deny, deny Are you lonely? Are you tired? Have you tried becoming richer and slightly taller? Every station’s got a prophet Every prophet needs a fee Every answer comes in twelve parts And part one is never free Stay tuned Somebody’s lying after this Stay tuned Another expert with a list Turn the dial, take your pick Everybody knows the fix Stay tuned Nobody knows shit Streetlights blink in groups of three That’s the city tracking me Birds ain’t birds, the moon ain’t round My neighbor’s Wi-Fi controls the ground Clouds moved left at half past nine Government weather, obvious sign I did my research, watched one clip Now I know who sank the ship Presenting the Platinum Air Collection Premium oxygen For people who deserve to breathe better Only nine ninety-nine a month Terms apply to your lungs Maybe nobody knows where we’re going Maybe nobody has a clue Maybe every voice sounds certain When it’s selling something to you Get rich Stay young Fix your gut Bite your tongue Find God Buy gold Fear change Never grow old Drink this Join that Lose weight Download the app Man, turn that shit off. Stay tuned Somebody’s lying after this Stay tuned Another expert with a list Turn the dial, take your pick Everybody knows the fix Stay tuned Nobody knows shit Stay tuned The truth is coming up at ten Stay tuned They said the same thing back at six Turn the dial, let it spin Hear the same damn voice again Nobody knows shit Thanks for listening. We’re sorry.
STAG Radio Recording
Midnight
This track was created using Suno and AI-generated vocals. Lyrics were created by STAG Radio with AI assistance.
Lyrics
Eleven fifty-nine. That’s close enough. Walked in late with the bass too loud Fresh black jacket, lost in the crowd Saw you move and the whole room froze Then the kick came back and you stole the show No small talk, no standing still You got that look like tonight might spill I came to dance, not act refined You took my hand like you read my mind Left, right, back it up Whole floor shaking, don’t spill my cup Come a little closer Let the whole night blur We don’t need tomorrow Long as I’m with her Lights keep changing color But I know what I found She moves like midnight When the sun goes down We dance into midnight No brakes, no red lights Your hands on my shoulders My heart on the bassline We dance into midnight Till the room feels weightless You laugh when I miss a step Then pull me right back in Midnight Keep it moving Midnight Girl, don’t stop She got rhythm, I got confidence One of those is doing most of this Tried one spin, nearly hit the wall Played it off smooth like I planned it all Phone keeps buzzing, let it complain Whole world waiting, we missed that train Your friends look tired, mine disappeared We still got moves and questionable gear Battery low. That’s between me and God. Come a little closer Let the speakers shake Every little wrong move Looks better when we make it The room keeps getting smaller But the night feels wide She moves like midnight And I’m along for the ride We dance into midnight No brakes, no red lights Your hands on my shoulders My heart on the bassline We dance into midnight Till the room feels weightless You laugh when I miss a step Then pull me right back in Midnight Keep it moving Midnight Girl, don’t stop Okay, two-step, one-step, no clue Still look clean when I trip with you Bass hit hard, whole floor went low I followed your lead, don’t tell nobody though Neon flicker, digital rain You got me dancing like I got no shame Clock struck twelve, then twelve struck back Now the DJ got the whole room off the track Hands up high, then down real slow You said keep up, I said watch me go That was a lie, but the night too good I’m moving like a man who misunderstood Let the lights cut out Let the beat go thin I can hear you laughing Before it drops again No perfect timing No perfect line Just you beside me Right here at midnight We dance into midnight No brakes, no red lights Your hands on my shoulders My heart on the bassline We dance into midnight Till the room feels weightless You laugh when I miss a step Then pull me right back in We dance into midnight Past tired, past closing Still chasing that rhythm Like the night keeps going Midnight Keep it moving Midnight Girl, don’t stop Twelve forty-seven. We got time. We definitely do not.
