BACK A GHOST
woadah featuring ANTI - GRAVITY

Pre-Cleared
But Woadah’s ambition didn’t stop at the mic. Driven by a relentless pursuit of excellence, he expanded his craft from performer to composer and engineer.
From dramatic, emotional scenes and explosive sports highlights to serene children’s jingles, Woadah’s sound isn’t just heard it’s experienced. Drawing on real-life emotion, Woadah crafts music that pulls the story off the screen and brings every visual moment to life. With a catalog ranging from sweeping classical pieces and contemporary romance ballads to electrifying country anthems, he masterfully creates the perfect atmosphere for any project.
Whether it’s the adrenaline of a game-winning play, the intimacy of a love scene, or the whimsy of a family moment, Woadah’s compositions are more than background they're the heartbeat of the story. His live instrumentation and bold production elevate each project, while a proven sync resume backs up his promise: tracks featured on major platforms like MTV, ESPN’s “First Take,” NFL broadcasts, and VH1 speak to the impact and authenticity he brings.
For commercial ads, TV, film trailers, and beyond, Woadah doesn’t just deliver music he ignites emotion, captures realism, and gives every audience the feeling they thirst for.
ISRC
QZJG52650472
Custom Track ID
r4DAK4kJqMWp
Composers
isiah T paulin (ASCAP) 100.00%
Original Publishers
business crooks organized (ASCAP) 100.00%
Master Owners
isiah T paulin 100.00%
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Composer
WOADAH
Lyrics
Dust on my duffel
Dog tags cold on my chest
Front porch paint peeling
Same old steps
Brand new address
Little boy on the tire swing
Laughs like I used to do
He stares straight through me
Says
"Mister
Who are you?"
I came back from a ghost
From a name on a stone
From a folded flag and a box of my bones
You learned how to live with the space where I was
Now I'm standing in the doorway
Watching all that we were turn to was
I came back from a ghost
But this house moved on
Her dress in the window
Different shape in the frame
There's a stranger at my table
Pouring coffee in my place
My girl’s got her headphones
Dancing in another world
I call out her nickname
She flinches like I cursed
They prayed
Then they packed up my pictures
Packed up my boots
Packed up my chair
Built a life on the silence I left here
Now my heartbeat don’t belong anywhere
anywhere
Anywhere