Scandals - Cupid De Locke (Smashing Pumpkins cover) soundcloud.com/scandals

Cupid De Locke (Smashing Pumpkins Cover)

Formal Girl

UFOinmyroom

🖤✨ You Were Real in the Blur 
by The Miracle Syndicate

Flickers on the lens
A photo we forgot
Dust in the projector—
You were there, then not.

All the flowers become—
Static on the screen…
You left your breath in the room,
And I still breathe it in.

You were real in the blur,
You were never just a dream
I trace your face in the burn—
Nothing’s what it seems.

Oh—

The wires cross in sleep,
You called out in the dark
Your voice crawled through the screen
And left a mark.

You were the glitch in my grace,
Flicker, then you’re gone
How can I delete
What keeps playing on?

You were real in the blur,
You were never just a dream
I trace your face in the burn—
Nothing’s what it seems.

Oh—

But I still hear you sing…
But I still hear you sing…

You were the glitch in my grace,
Flicker, then you’re gone
How can I delete
What keeps playing on?

And still…
I wait
for
you.

You Were Real in the Blur

alt-Pop, Indie Pop, Dreampop, Downtempo, Chamber Pop

Alice Starr feat. Emily Painter AKA Femme Kè

brightside

Solya: Vocals, Guitar, Synthesizers, Piano
Jason Chronis: Bass, Guitar
Danny Reisch: Drums

Recorded at Club Sound Machine (Lockhart, Texas)

Produced and Mixed by Danny Reisch
Recorded and Mastered by Max Lorenzen

Written by Solya

Photo by Hannah Neal

Movie Star

instrumentals of love

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J'ai senti des funérailles dans mon cerveau,
Et les personnes en deuil, çà et là,
Ont continué à marcher, à marcher, jusqu'à ce qu'il me semble
Que le Sens perçait.

Et quand ils furent tous assis,
Un office, tel un tambour,
On a continué à battre, à battre, jusqu'à ce que je croie
Mon esprit s'engourdissait.

Et puis je les ai entendus soulever une boîte
Et grincer sur mon âme
Avec ces mêmes bottes de plomb, à nouveau.
Alors l'Espace a commencé à sonner,

Comme tous les Cieux n'étaient qu'une cloche,
Et l'Être, qu'une oreille,
Et moi, et le Silence, une race étrange,
Détruits, solitaires, ici.

Et puis une planche de la Raison s'est brisée,
Et je suis tombé, encore et encore.
Et j'ai heurté un monde, à chaque chute,
Et j'ai fini de savoir.
alors.

Une mort dans ma tête (Emily Dickinson) - Jef Bourgeau

A Day in Venice - A Dripping Gutter

these days - nico

10+ years channeling the mystic.
I write, play, and produce everything myself.
Each song features a guest vocalist.
This is A Day in Venice.


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A Day in Venice - A Dripping Gutter

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