Sugar Pain

I'll Give My Pain RELOAD

BOOMBOX NOIR
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Memoria in fide revertetur

No matter what I try I can't help but make music like this.
She echo's in the chorus of my mind...
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[Intro]
She vanished in the static...
But the beat remembers.
Boombox noir...

[Verse 1]
Neon blur on a one-way ride
Your ghost still rides in the passenger side
Cassette dreams melt into chrome and wine
I see your face in every exit sign

[Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Verse 2]
Skyscraper lights cut your silhouette
Dial tones hum with old regret
You said forever in a velvet tone
But this city won’t let me sleep alone

[Pre-Chorus]
Vapor trails and cherry lips
We danced through glitches, lost our scripts
You ran through wires, past my reach
Now your name is all I teach

[Chorus – repeat]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Bridge]
Are you real, or just a mixdown I can’t fix?
You echo in the chorus like a ghost in 6/8 kicks
You shimmered, and glitched, and kissed, then dipped
I play it back again... and skip...

[Final Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit
Just static hearts

[Outro]
Just static hearts…
In synth pursuit...
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An experimental venture into emotional motion.

A# Blues clashes against D# Major like longing against memory.
Galloping basslines.
Hard futuristic hyperbass.
Synthwave carved from neon tears.

D# Major isn’t supposed to cry.
But under these hands?
It does.

It's weird... When I was polishing this mix I noticed that this track and my previous 2 releases all clock in at 3:43 long. I didn't plan that, it just kind of happened. It reminds me of 343 Guilty Spark. An AI guardian who witnessed the destruction of entire civilizations, still haunted by echoes of what was lost. A synthetic guardian. A keeper of memory. A being caught between logic and emotion. In numerology the number 3 is creativity, expression, and communication. The number 4 is stability, foundation, and structure. There's fire department symbolism as well. In the U.S., 343 firefighters died on 9/11. Because of this, 343 has become a symbol of sacrifice, heroism, and remembrance. Heavy resonance for a number that just keeps showing up in my tracks about longing, memory, and emotional fire.

The universe works in strange ways...

Maybe the universe has been speaking in 3:43 this whole time. I’m just finally learning how to listen.
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ObNocksious is an artist who spent years without a voice —
not because he had nothing to say,
but because no one ever stopped long enough to listen.

Growing up, he felt like background noise in his own life.
People heard him, laughed with him, rated him quietly,
but they never showed love where he could see it.
He lived between being noticed and being dismissed,
loud on the outside but muted on the inside.

Rap changed everything.

The day he touched a beat,
he discovered the one place where he could speak without apology.
Rap gave him expression.
Rap gave him courage.
Rap gave him a voice that life never offered him.

Through music, he learned he didn’t need validation to exist —
he just needed honesty.
And honesty became his entire style.

The name “ObNocksious”?
People think it means loud or annoying.
But it means something deeper:

It means he refuses to shrink himself anymore.
It means he won’t dim down to make anyone comfortable.
It means this is me — take it or don’t, but you WILL hear me.

Every lyric he spits comes from the boy who once felt ignored
and the man who refuses to be silenced.
Every track is raw, unpolished truth —
pain, humour, confidence, flaws, growth, all mixed together
the same way he feels life hits him:
fast, chaotic, emotional, and real.

ObNocksious raps for the people who feel unseen.
The ones who know they’ve got something inside them
no one ever gave them space to show.

His bars carry attitude.
His delivery carries experience.
And his voice carries the weight of someone
who finally learned how to speak for himself.

Rap didn’t just give him a microphone.
It gave him his identity.

And now, when he steps to the booth,
he doesn’t whisper,
he doesn’t soften,
he doesn’t check who’s watching.

He stands tall, chest out, and lets the world know:

“This is me.
And I’m not going quiet again.”
