Bleeding Love ({{{iii}}} ReModel)

TEEN - Pls (Emily Glass remix) VS MYEN HARD BAILE REFIX - AZREL EDIT

LV SANDALS (MYEN MARTYRDOM EDIT)

The other day, I found myself reflecting on how music-making, something once so sacred to me, had lost much of its meaning over the years. I’ve spent so much time oscillating: between working independently and being signed to a major label, between relying on external structures and going it alone, between bands, side projects, collaborations, and breakdowns. I’ve endured the fallouts of toxic friendships, creative partnerships gone sour, and the slow erosion of trust that comes from repeatedly offering your vulnerability to the wrong people.

The trauma of those experiences, betrayal, burnout, and creative exploitation, left scars. There were long stretches where I couldn’t create. Or wouldn’t. I was afraid to give too much of myself again, afraid of being used, discarded, or misunderstood. Music became a landmine field of memory and mistrust. The rhythm was lost.

But lately, something’s shifted. A flicker. A pulse. A rhythm returning.

I’ve started to hear again. Not just sound, but the impulse to create. Ideas come in waves, bursts of inspiration I can’t ignore. And for the first time in a long while, I welcome them without questioning their purpose. It feels like the spirit of music has found me again. Possessed me, in the best way.

What’s different now is that I’ve stopped tying creation to outcomes. I’m no longer chasing metrics, audience reach, or platform performance. I don’t care if it goes viral. I don’t care if it even gets heard. The act of creating is enough. Making something from nothing, purely because I can, feels like a radical reclamation of joy.

Maybe it’s this return to form, or formlessness, that’s guiding me back to myself. I’m rediscovering what it means to make music without strings attached. No algorithm, no pressure, no false sense of worth assigned by streams or likes. Just the sound in my head, brought to life on my own terms.

And for now, that’s more than enough.

July 25, 2025

Evian Christ - Laeeb's Dream (Laeeb Lullaby)
iphi - Baby
Himera - Remember
TWO HEAVENS & Niko Demus - N3Ptune (Sunrise)
+Me

DO YOU REMEMBER LAEEB'S DREAM BABY?

Strobe Into You (011668 edit)

lovegame evian christ edit [011668]

SINN6R, Celyn June - 5 Geez x Veracity Scene (naramnesia mash)

Wir sind die Tinte, das Blatt, die Schri (1)

Verse 1
Met you on a night I wasn’t looking for a sign,
Streetlight halos, your shadow crossing mine.
You said you liked the quiet, I said me too,
Funny how the silence started sounding like you.

Coffee getting colder, but the moment stayed warm,
Every little flaw felt perfectly worn.
I was built for running, never staying too long,
But your voice hit my chest like a familiar song.

Pre-Chorus
I’ve been everywhere, chasing pieces of myself,
Every road felt empty, every win just a shelf.
Then you said my name like it already knew me,
Like the future and the past finally agreed.

Chorus
If the world breaks down and the lights go low,
If my hands start shaking and I don’t know where to go,
I don’t need a map, I don’t need a throne,
Everywhere you are still feels like home.

Through the highs, the hurt, the unknown,
Even when I’m lost, I’m not alone.
I don’t need forever carved in stone,
Just say my name—
Everywhere you are still feels like home.

Verse 2
We argue over nothing, then let it all fade,
Circling the truth in the words we don’t say.
You see through the armor I pretend to wear,
Call me out softly, tell me you’re there.

I’ve got scars I don’t talk about much,
You trace them lightly, never rush.
You don’t try to fix me, don’t tell me I’m wrong,
You just stay beside me and somehow I’m strong.

Pre-Chorus
I used to think love had to hurt to be real,
Had to break a little just to feel.
But you taught my heart a different tone,
That soft doesn’t mean weak, and I don’t walk alone.

Chorus
If the world breaks down and the lights go low,
If my hands start shaking and I don’t know where to go,
I don’t need a map, I don’t need a throne,
Everywhere you are still feels like home.

Through the highs, the hurt, the unknown,
Even when I’m lost, I’m not alone.
I don’t need forever carved in stone,
Just say my name—
Everywhere you are still feels like home.

Bridge
Maybe we’re just moments, passing trains in the night,
Maybe nothing’s promised, maybe timing’s not right.
But if tomorrow comes and it’s me and you,
That’s more than I ever knew how to ask life for too.

Final Chorus
So if the years run fast and the days run slow,
If we change our minds, but our hearts still know,
I’ll be right here, wherever we roam,
Everywhere you are still feels like home.

No grand ending, no perfect tone,
Just your hand in mine, that’s all I’ve known.
I don’t need the stars to be shown—
’Cause everywhere you are…
Yeah, everywhere you are
Still feels like home.

Still home

https://youtu.be/HLI55SUpoJM

기억의 파편 Fragments of Memory

흐릿한 창문에 비친 그림자
어제와 오늘이 겹쳐진 듯한 순간
낡은 테이프 속의 익숙한 멜로디
어디서부터였을까 멈춰진 시간이

바람은 느리게 속삭이고
그 속에 묻힌 내 목소리

[Chorus]
기억의 파편들이 춤을 춰
조용히 흘러가던 그 날처럼
손끝에 닿을 듯 사라져
아련한 빛 속에

골목길 끝에서 들리던 웃음
오래된 벤치엔 흔적만 남았어
빛바랜 사진 속 미소는 여전해
하지만 그때로는 돌아갈 수 없겠지

달빛은 여전히 차분하고
그 아래 서있는 내 그림자
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Fragments of Memory

Shadows reflected on a foggy window
A moment where yesterday and today overlap
A familiar melody inside an old tape
When did time begin to stand still?

The wind whispers slowly
And within it, my buried voice

[Chorus]
Fragments of memory start to dance
Like those quiet days drifting by
Almost within reach, then fading away
Into a hazy light

Laughter once heard at the end of the alley
Only traces remain on an old bench
The smile in a faded photograph is still the same
But I know I can’t return to that time

The moonlight remains calm
And beneath it stands my shadow

Strobe Into You (011668 edit)

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