HeyHEK

From chaos born, to greatness intended, the creator of worlds and words, the grandmother, the child, the voice that echoes. The sounds from the mind, from the body and from the soul, also the machine sounds, the tools that were given, the search that never ends. Once lost, still lost, but always me, not always here. Living and struggling, but living nevertheless, and taking what is mine. Beware, a divine creature and dust. Everything and nothing, yes and no. Death and life and death. Everything all over and back. Poor thing, so heavy and sad and happy and full of grace, full of light and darkness, and heavy. Crying a flood and cows coming to drink from, being the cows, extending past ourselves. Everything that there will ever be for once there is no me there is nothing. Drink from me, I am yours, I am life, I am freedom, I am doubt, I am nothing, I am you, I am Hey Hek.

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Touch Myself, an EP by Hey Hek will be on major online stores and streaming services on Feb 5

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Hey Hek Radio, a playlist by Spotify

With SATICA, Prince Fox, Christian French and more

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Touch Myself by Hey Hek

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Do not save this song.

Do not listen to what I say.

Leave me alone.

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I’ve had enough, this is my prayer

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Sometimes you cannot breath, you cannot see, it is too harsh to be. It hurts sometimes to live, to do things, to have friends. It is indeed some sort of hell, an #imprisonment of creativity and thoughts. I dreamed I would #die for the right reasons, #cry my tears for those who deserve but I have died every once in a while for the #shitty ones, for the contemptible #scum of the earth. #GIT, #VERMIN, #MURDERER! I have a plastic bag around my head with a wooden rosary tightening dangerously around my neck. I choke, I fall, I fight back but strength seems to be fading away sometimes and what is left is #fear and #anguish. Save me, I say to myself, save me cuz God is dead and humans are stupid as hell, save me.

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Jordan was 14, born in a middle class family with a mild lifestyle. His father once in a while came to him and told him to be a man, a proper man just like him who fucks girls and brag about fucking whores and sits on a sofa laughing at boring commercials. Nah! Not Jordan, he would like to fuck and be fucked, be a whore himself, live and let life be itself.

Once his father decided it was time for Jordan to follow his steps and to be with him all the time. On Mondays be stuck at work, go back home and sleep, on Tuesdays, the same and the next day and the next. Until Friday, when they had the super exciting football game, Yup! But this Friday in special, after the always boring match when he finally thought he would go home, have a piss and go to bed he had the surprise that everyone decided to go to a bar and have a drink. “At least I’ll eat” he thought, but when he got there it was a pigsty with an old dirty man cooking shit on a fire at the back of his car. He sat down trying not to think of it just when his bladder reminded him of how it needed being emptied. Eventually, he had to ask his father where it was the toilet even though he was almost sure of the answer.

His father went with him to a corner at the end of the street and said with a drunken voice “Go’n then, righ’ he’e” he hiccoughed, Jordan was so nervous and ashamed, of course it was so simple, get your dick out and piss but for him, there in the middle of the street, someone could see him, he couldn’t just pop his cock out like that. He tried but he could not pee since he was too nervous.

“A FAGGO’, A WHO’E, YOU’RE REALLY A TI’E WHO’E AND THERE’S NO DENYING!” Jordan’s father yelled with anger When he noticed his son was unable to perform a so simple and masculine task as he thought. In front of his friends he was quiet but reaching home, after closing the door he pressed Jordan against the wall, pointed at his face and hissed “I will not have a gay soon, do you hear me?! I will not!” His mother entered the room with her face as blank as a sheet of paper as she saw her husband holding her son. “I’d rather have a dead son than a gay son, mark my words boy!” and he left the room with a bang on the door. “What was that?” Cried his mother, “what have you done?” she held Jordan and both cried.

That night Jordan realised how hard he would have to work, how far he would have to go to be just half of what he wanted to be. He might never speak to his father again, he might never feel like home again and for the moment, he felt alone and he felt despair, he was wet and cold, but he had to handle.

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I’ve been all the time wondering whether I’m right or wrong, whether someone likes me or not but I’ve got to remember that no work will ever be done if we do it thinking of anyone else, I’ve got to believe in me, in what I feel and have felt so far.

I’ve been thinking more seriously about my music and hope to get something done for next year, maybe before, but I want something better and more than that I want to feel better and this might be just what I need.

I feel like I have no right to complain and all I have to do for myself is to work on something worthy working on, but sometimes even waking up feels like there is a huge demon on me heavy enough so I won’t be able to stand up for anything but the world does not stop for me nor to anyone else so the show must go on.

I need to get rid of the rubish and start brand new. I am in the end of a stage of my life right now and hope that by next year with the expected changes I can be truer and stronger than ever.

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