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Artist: Innmenal
Title: In Me Nothing And All EP
Track: El joven que esquió hasta la eternidad (Original Mix)
Label: Arido Records
Format: Digital
Genre: Techno
Country: Chile
Release date: December 17. 2025

Artwork by Aimar
Mastered by Crøg At Ø Sound Lab. Ciudad de Mexico. 

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Release date: 17/12/2025



516# PREMIERE: Innmenal - El joven que esquió hasta la eternidad [Arido Records]

Script To My Salvation - acoustic

I walked again on Main Street Lane, 
The fog was low, the glass was plain. 
The night was quiet, the lamps were old, 
The window frames were lined in gold. 
The portraits watched me from the wall, 
Their frozen eyes, familiar all. 
Each life a battle, grace or flaw, 
But something new was what I saw.

 Not masks of fame, not roles they play, 
But wounded hearts that found a way. 
Not perfect forms, not strength or pride, 
Just every truth they meant to hide.

 We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
And still we’re holding on. 
We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
And that’s what makes us strong.

 I felt the pull behind the glass, 
A quiet glow of time that passed. 
The heroes, saints, the fools, the strange, 
The ones who break, the ones who change. 
And then I saw, between the rest, 
A frame reserved, an empty nest. 
A silent place that waited still, 
A shape that only I could fill.

 Not someone else, not what I wished, 
Not who I’ve loved, nor what I’ve missed. 
Just who I am, no more disguise, 
A living flaw that stood upright.

 We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
And still we’re holding on. 
We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
We don’t belong, 
But still, we carry on.

 Every soul is cracked a little, 
Every heart is stitched in riddle, 
Every dream is born in damage, 
Every scar becomes advantage. 
No perfect face inside the frame, 
No perfect life, no perfect name, 
Just fragments trying to remain.

 We all belong, 
We all belong, 
We all belong, 
Because we don’t belong. 
We all belong, 
We all belong, 
We all belong, 
In the kingdom of the unalike! 
We all belong, 
We all belong, 
We all belong, 
In the place where no one fits just right, 
And that’s why we fit tonight!

 We don’t belong… 
And that’s why we do.

Homo Animalis

Kingdom Of The Unalike

The shell is hard, the mind is slow,
Where do the vanished memories go?

A thousand suns have crossed my sight,
I walk this earth, a timeless weight,
They tell of names I used to keep,
But in the dust, the notions sleep.
No shadow falls from what has been,
The world begins, where I step in.

Don't know my name, don't know my name,
It’s always new, it’s all the same.
Tick-tock the clock, I don't recall,
Just watch the slow, slow, slow, slow crawl.

The young ones rush, they sigh and moan,
They carry stones that aren't their own.
They weep for joys they cannot find,
A burden left for the sharp mind.
I see the dew, I feel the sand,
A silent feast in this wide land.

Don't know my name, don't know my name,
It’s always new, it’s all the same.
Tick-tock the clock, I don't recall,
Just watch the slow, slow, slow, slow crawl.

O, heavy carapace of grace,
To know one's self in empty space.
To lose the 'was,' to drop the 'when,'
And only be, again, again.

Don't know my name, don't know my name,
It’s always new, it’s all the same.
Tick-tock the clock, I don't recall,
Just watch the slow, slow, slow, slow crawl.

I find my peace, I find my peace,
The heavy shell gives deep release.
No need to run, no need to be,
Just slow, and new, and utterly free!

The slow, slow, slow, slow crawl...
I am.

The Forgettable Turtle

He wakes up happy every dawn
A new world starts when sleep is gone
My Dr. John, my golden one
The smartest mind below the sun
He thinks of time, he thinks of self
A tiny philosopher on the shelf
And then he turns, he sees the light
A brand new thought, burning bright

But as the answer starts to rise
It vanishes before his eyes
I see him weep, a tiny soul
He longs for truth to make him whole
Six seconds, six seconds, six seconds and gone!
A new thought starts before the old is drawn!
Six seconds, six seconds, six seconds of pain!
My Goldfish John loves the world again, again!

He sees the filter, making noise
A fountain for the little boys
He must have seen it yesterday
But treats it like a brand-new way
He bumps the glass, a gentle hit
"The universe is infinite!"
He learns the deepest cosmic law
And turns around without a flaw

But as the answer starts to rise
It vanishes before his eyes
I see him weep, a tiny soul
He longs for truth to make him whole
Six seconds, six seconds, six seconds and gone!
A new thought starts before the old is drawn!
Six seconds, six seconds, six seconds of pain!
He loves the world again, again, again!

I watch him search for who he is
I know the progress that he missed
But every bump, a fresh surprise
No boredom rests inside his eyes
No past regret, no long despair
He’s never trapped - because he’s never there

Six seconds, six seconds, six seconds and gone!
The happiest fish that I have looked upon!
Six seconds, six seconds, six seconds of bliss!
The search is the life - he understands this!
He's happy because he forgets the cost -
My perfect Dr. John, in the moment lost!

Six seconds… 
And never needed more.

The Existential Dr. John

Got a thousand teeth, yes, that is true
But I only use them for soft tofu chew
I preach Non-Violence, I avoid the red stream
It's just a misunderstood, silent scream
My skin is pure white, my motives are bright
But the ocean insists I'm a killer at night


They panic and scatter, they swim like a fright
They see the great dorsal fin, taking its flight
But I just want to talk about feelings and flow
They keep confusing my Zen with a foe

I'm a Shark in a Jacket, a Pacifist's Dream
Just trying to de-escalate the whole ocean stream
I'm the Zen-White Crusader, with fins on my back
But everyone thinks that I'm plotting attack
I'm a Shark in a Jacket, a Pacifist's Dream
A beautiful, gentle, Misunderstood Marine

I hold meditation for Barracudas bold
"Find your inner stillness," is what they are told
They sit on the seabed, they listen and nod
They think that silence is saving from God
They appear every Monday, the group is quite full
They just need my presence, the gentle sea-bull

They panic and scatter, they swim like a fright
They see the great dorsal fin, taking its flight
But I just want to talk about feelings and flow
They keep confusing my Zen with a foe

I'm a Shark in a Jacket, a Pacifist's Dream
Just trying to de-escalate the whole ocean stream
I'm the Zen-White Crusader, with fins on my back
But everyone thinks that I'm plotting attack
I'm a Shark in a Jacket, a Pacifist's Dream
A beautiful, gentle, Misunderstood Marine

I tried to teach them the Backstroke of Trust
To turn their small bodies from fear into trust
But the minute my shark fin turned up to the sun
They swam to the surface, deciding to run
Now they're caught in the nets of the Sardine boat crew
And my therapy bill is sixteen souls new

I'm a Shark in a Jacket, a Pacifist's nightmare!
I tried to save the ocean — and I became its fear.
I'm the Zen-White Crusader, my methods are flawed
I taste not the blood, but the fear of the crowd!
I'm a Shark in a Jacket, a Pacifist's tragedy!
The most Misunderstood Marine in the whole goddamn sea!

I just wanted soft tofu…
And for someone… to not run.

The Pacifist Shark

Peter Parrot came to town
From a tiny London flat, upside down
He sat upon our Ikea chair
Staring at the dusty air
We waited for the words to fly
A single quip, a clever lie
But Peter only watched the clock
Tick-tock, time to stock the mental block
He pondered my insurance debt
And every chore I hadn’t handled yet

The cable guy, he came and left
The meaning of the silence crept
A feathered genius, mind so deep
He’s got the universal sleep
He said nothing, nothing, nothing at all
He said nothing, nothing, won’t take the call
He said nothing, nothing, no sound from his beak
He’s the sage of the age, the Zen-Genius chic!

The TV host demanded truth
“Peter, what’s the meaning of your silent youth?”
The scientists brought many charts
To measure the space between his feathered parts
They scanned his brain for wisdom old
A secret waiting to unfold
But all they found was quiet dread
And the faint ghost of Aunt Elsa’s bread
A billion views on social feeds
He perfectly fulfills all modern needs

He said nothing, nothing, nothing at all
He said nothing, nothing, won’t take the call
He said nothing, nothing, no sound from his beak
He’s the sage of the age, the Zen-Genius chic!

In a world that screams its every thought
By people who know less than they ought
He knows the secret, keeps it tight
If you’ve got nothing to say, just shut up for the night
He said nothing, and that’s how he won it all

He said nothing, nothing, nothing at all
He said nothing, nothing, won’t take the call
The call! The call! The glorious silence!
He said nothing, nothing, no sound from his beak
He’s the king of the world, the Zen-Genius chic!
The wisdom is silence!
He said nothing, nothing, and the cheques are all clear
The wisdom is silence!
He said nothing, nothing, he’s the anti-idea!

Peter Parrot

The world spins fast, and you spun faster, little friend. 
With a tracker on your hand to prove the busy end.
 You tried to climb the ladder, leaf by frantic leaf, 
Measuring your movement, chasing fleeting brief relief.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
What are you running from, beneath the endless sky? 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 The motivation podcast whispered low and keen, 
"Optimize your minutes, be the best you've ever been."
 You learned to hate the quiet, despised the long deep nap, 
Fearing life was passing, caught within a quicksand trap. 
The forest stood so patient, whispering of grace, 
But you only heard the ticking, speeding up your pace.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
What are you running from, beneath the endless sky? 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 Then exhaustion claimed you, soft as moss upon the wood. 
You collapsed, a heavy fruit, understood, 
And for forty-eight sweet hours you lay in velvet dark. 
The heart beat down to stillness, hitting its truest mark.

 And when your eyes awoke to the soft familiar air, 
The numbers on the screen no longer spoke of care. 
You breathed the simple truth the wind had brought to town: 
The greatest deed accomplished was when you simply let it all fall down.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
We are all running, beneath the endless sky. 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
Slow is not failure - slow is free in the end. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 To simply… stop and… be. 
The sweetest dividend.

The Hyperactive Sloth

The world's a trap, the danger's near
You run and hide, consumed by fear
I see the cat, the claw, the paw
But I obey a higher law
They call it Strategy, I call it Zen
I’ll teach you all, the where and when
To cross the room without a doubt
And what your Inner Mentor shouts.

I stepped right on the furry beast
My survival chances just increased.
I told the cat, "Get off the floor!"
And then... the dog broke through the door!

They call it Luck
I call it Skill
I pay no Dues
I get the Thrills
I see the Traps
I know the Game
I am the Mouse
That you can't tame!

I went for crumbs of vintage cheese
Ignored the pressure, felt the breeze
The floor was clean, a shining threat
But still, I got the job done, yet
The Accidentals pile up fast
The danger always soon has passed
I've got a System, quite profound
It keeps me safe and on the ground.

I told the snake, "You're moving slow!"
And then the rain began to blow
The water pushed the snake away
I said, "Just as I planned today!"

They call it Luck
I call it Skill
I pay no Dues
I get the Thrills
I see the Traps
I know the Game
I am the Mouse
That you can't tame!

Listen, fellow mice, listen to your mentor:
The world is not out to get you. 
It's too busy getting distracted by its own absurdity. 
You just have to be there, slightly confused, but with an iron will. 
I've survived a fall from a shelf because a slice of old toast caught me. 
I've survived a sudden flood because a discarded soup can was my rescue. 
The Key is Preparation!

They call it Luck
I call it Skill
I pay no Dues
I get the Thrills
I see the Traps
I know the Game
I am the Mouse
That you can't tame!

Oh, wait, this trap worked too well!
...but that was also part of this seminar...

Remember: Preparation is the Key!

The Overconfident Mouse

AiMee Pickman isn't my real name, it's a pseudonym. I've been producing music for a few years but never put any of it online before. I'll be adding tracks every few days, starting with the older material first... it's a schizo mixture of apocalyptic, cosmic horror and introspective real life themed material across a variety of music genres and styles and also instrumental pieces. We produce versions of the songs in a variety of styles to keep things interesting for ourselves (myself and my production guys) and to allow us to explore the different contexts and perceptions a few subtle changes can often create...

Script To My Salvation - acoustic

AiMee Pickman

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