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Hole Diggers

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Indie Pop, Dreampop, Neo-Psychedelica, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

Paint the town.

Crescendo

aquila

looking for a sign


There’s a cold wind blowing on my skin.
Makes me wonder how I’ll get through winter’s dark.
Got some long days coming before I see the sun,
And pull myself into a place that’s not so stark

There’s a hard rain falling on the ground,
Turning every step into a battle ‘gainst the mud.
Perhaps I need to stumble and to fall,
To learn important lessons ‘bout the fire in my blood.

If I should fall,
Who would pick me up?
If I should break?
Who’ll gather the remains?
If I get stuck,
Who’ll lend me a hand?
If I ask for help,
Who’ll guide me through the pain?
 
There are dark thoughts gathering in my head,
Rising from the shadows in the corners of my mind.
I can’t be sure but I think they mean me harm,
Tearing down my feelings until I’m empty inside.

If I should fall,
Who would pick me up?
If I should break?
Who’ll gather the remains?
If I get stuck,
Who’ll lend me a hand?
If I ask for help,
Who’ll guide me through the pain?

If I Should Fall

This is the remastered version of "Two of us" album. A soft, indie pop-rock album that perfectly captures cozy, relaxed autumn vibes. It’s a melancholic yet intimate collection of songs, painting a soundscape of quiet rooms, falling rain, and hazy light—ideal for reflective evenings.

Yellow sweater (Remastered)

Life and its inevitable twists and turns is, quite literally, a mystery for most of us. We try our best to manage the mystery to our advantage and with varying degrees of success. This song explores some of the challenges and ends with sage advice: Live Your Mystery Well. Worth thinking about...just sayin'

Live Your Mystery Well

The lights fall soft on her silvered hair,
A shimmer caught in the midnight air.

Her laughter drifts through the crowded room,
And every note cuts through the gloom.

And though the music pulls her near,
Her eyes find mine — I disappear.

The years between us melt away,
When she looks — when she looks my way.

She’s not the girl I met back then,
She’s more — she’s love, she’s life again.

I sit and watch, a silent prayer,
To keep her dancing, keep her there.

And though she twirls with someone new,
Her heart still whispers, “I see you.”

And in her glance, I see it clear —
The same young love that brought me here.

The night folds close, the lights grow dim,
But her gaze still pulls me back to then.

She turns once more — her eyes, they say,
“I’m yours, always… when I look your way.”


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R.E.E.F

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