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Step inside a strange little world of music, masks, memory, humour and hurt. My Fake Life is a 23-track concept album built from songs, videos, lyrics, artwork — and the odd uncomfortable truth.

My Fake Life is a record about being caught — by mirrors, by memory, by the quieter things that watch when no one is supposed to be watching. It moves between the accusation and the apology, the laugh and the wound, the easy way and the hard way, until the mask slips and what is left is the song.
Recorded between rooms. Mixed by candle. Mastered for the late hour.
listen close, the room is listening back

CannaBusTeD · My Fake Life

every cover is a doorway

turn the pages — the room turns with you



















































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CannaBusTeD writes from the edge of a room nobody else bothered to turn the lamp on in. The songs arrive the way weather does — late, certain, smelling of where they have been.
He has spent most of his life noticing what passes for ordinary, and refusing to let it. The songs on My Fake Life were written across nights, journeys, kitchens and corridors — wherever a small honest sentence could be coaxed into staying still long enough to be sung.
The Bus is a way of travelling between them. It carries the signal. It boards anyone who is listening.
lines that wouldn't leave the room
“So I smile like a forged signature, and the nasty little miracle is, I mean it.”
“I was never hard to love. I was hard to counterfeit.”
“I lead with the worst of me, so the leaving feels chosen.”
“Hear them out, hold them loose. A voice can knock without becoming law.”
“The grave gets smaller once you've slept in it twice.”
“The only animal stupid enough to know it dies — and still shows up on Tuesday.”
“The song disappears into what it disturbed — and the disturbance keeps singing.”