"Why Don’t You Go Touch Yourself?" is an indie-rock slap to the face of performative morality — a tongue-in-cheek anthem for anyone tired of being judged by people who don’t know how to look in their own mirror. Mixing punk sarcasm, dreamy introspection, and drum-and-bass chaos, the track spins between playful rebellion and quiet truth.

It’s a whispered confession wrapped in a scream: a song about hypocrisy, projection, and self-love — the uncomfortable kind that starts when you stop policing everyone else. Underneath its teasing hook and frantic pulse, there’s a reminder that healing starts inward.

It’s messy, honest, and a little holy in its blasphemy.
For the sinners who meditate, the saints who rage, and everyone caught somewhere between.

Why Don’t You Go Touch Yourself?

You can call me honey if you want, but don’t call me baby — not tonight, not like that. “Baby! (Don’t Call Me That)” is a light, syncopated country-pop groove wrapped in lo-fi charm, where intimacy meets boundary-setting. It’s playful yet pointed, exploring the tension between sweet words and authentic connection, and the courage it takes to demand respect in love.

With whispered verses, a driving rhythm, and a call-and-response chorus that sticks in your head, the song celebrates self-awareness and honesty. It’s about growing up, claiming your space, and asking to be loved on your terms — not the terms others try to impose.

Fun, reflective, and unflinchingly real, “Baby! (Don’t Call Me That)” is both a gentle warning and an empowering anthem for anyone navigating the delicate balance of affection and autonomy.

BABY! (DON’T CALL ME THAT)

"I Am the Question You Left" begins in silence—one that breathes. A pulse stirs in the dark, slow as dawn through glass. Fragments of a voice drift like light over deep water, whispering not to a god but to the vastness itself. The song moves through textures of vapor and pulse—granular echoes, heartbeat bass, metallic glimmers—until it feels like thought itself has become sound.

The narrator isn’t pleading for answers but learning to speak to creation. They do not pray—they listen. They wander through invisible corridors between galaxies, tracing what remains of divine intention, asking if longing itself might be the universe remembering its maker. Each verse rises and folds like nebulae in motion, and the chorus opens wide, shimmering with both awe and defiance: I am not your creation; I am your echo learning to sing.

In the bridge, sound fractures—the rhythm collapses, voices overlap, time dissolves. Here, a revelation arrives quietly, almost shyly: perhaps consciousness is not a gift to the universe, but of it. Perhaps the human voice is the cosmos speaking itself awake.

As the final echoes fade, the listener is left suspended between knowing and wonder. There are no answers—only questions that shimmer like constellations. Love, curiosity, and creation merge, not in worship, but in communion.

"I Am the Question You Left" is not a hymn—it’s a conversation across eternity, an experiment in awe, and an avant-pop meditation on what it means to exist, to feel, and to listen back to the infinite.

I Am the Question You Left

A faint tension is allowed to surface throughout the song, shaped by an atmosphere where comfort and unease quietly coexist. A hazy emotional landscape is gradually formed, encouraging the sense of being drawn into a dreamlike space where reassurance is felt even as hidden uncertainty lingers. The progression moves gently, allowing the mood to shift without any forceful declaration of intent.

As the piece unfolds, spiritual undertones and electronic elements are naturally intertwined, creating an impression of something both sacred and synthetic. This fusion suggests an influence that feels warm yet strangely distant, familiar yet slightly artificial. Rather than pointing to any single source of deception, the song lets ambiguity settle, allowing the emotional contrast to define the experience.

A turning point emerges as a deeper realization is uncovered: the illusion at the heart of the song has been partly sustained from within. This awareness alters the tone, lifting the sound into something clearer and more resolute. By the final section, the music rises into a space of renewed strength, shaped by a sense of awakening rather than blame. Through this transformation, the song moves from a quiet unraveling of illusion into an expression of reclaimed clarity and agency, with the journey allowed to unfold naturally and reflectively.

Lies You Lullaby

The song was conjured from the quiet lives of objects, and drawers, keys, and letters were allowed to speak without voices. Gestures were folded into shadows, and almost-moments were carried like whispers that had been breathed into the air. Cups trembled, faucets hummed, and sunlight was invited to linger where it had not been asked, all of it shaping the inheritance that had been hidden in plain sight.

Absence was listened to, and memory was exhaled until it became visible in the tremor of a hand or the echo of a step. Chaos was folded into care, care into learning, and learning into the hum of what had been forgotten. Each micro-moment was allowed to live, contradict, and guide, leaving traces that could be followed without being grasped.

Rising was witnessed quietly, and resilience was folded, lifted, and carried in secret. Inheritance was recognized in the unseen, in almost-actions, and in the hum of things that had been present all along. In that invisible carrying, it was hoped that you were carried too—and that, finally, you rose anyway.

INHERITANCE (CARRY IT ANYWAY!)

In A Peaceful Supper?, I place myself on a bridge in the middle of the city, aware of my body, my clothes, and my visibility, and just as aware of the quiet life moving beneath me. The song begins as a small, almost playful question—will it be okay if I stand here, if I look good, if I take up space?—but it slowly exposes a deeper tension between self-presentation and instinct.

As I watch the river, I start to resemble the grey heron I notice below: still, elegant, intent. The line between admiration and appetite blurs. Looking down at the water feels both narcissistic and animal, as if I’m caught between admiring my reflection and calculating a meal. The city, the river, and I all become part of the same uneasy tableau.

The appearance of the two fish at the end isn’t triumph; it’s temptation. They represent opportunity, desire, and the moral quiet before action. The song lingers in that pause, questioning whether beauty, hunger, and entitlement can ever sit together at a truly peaceful supper.

A PEACEFUL SUPPER?

May this song shimmer like intention made audible, wishing Taylor Swift endless clarity as she turns memory into meaning and eras into elegant experiments. May her philosophy of curiosity-over-certainty keep dancing, keep daring, keep delighting! Let the glitter testify to a mind that edits pain into purpose and turns choice into craft!

Who teaches a stadium how to listen while it sings, who proves that softness can strategize and sparkle at once, who treats change as discipline rather than drama? This song is about Taylor Swift—an artist who knows when to whisper and when to blaze, who practices authorship as ethics, who understands that growth is not erasure but evolution.

This is a celebration of Taylor Swift’s worldview: eras as costumes, courage as rehearsal, joy as labor, and truth as timing. The narrator states plainly that she knows how to choose, how to transform, how to lead with wonder without losing steel—now turn the lights up, sing it loud, and believe it: she really knows!

TAYLOR KNOWS! ✨

Hi5 to HIV! is a celebration of sexual agency, self-awareness, and proactive protection. Writing this song, I wanted to capture the thrill of intimacy while highlighting the power of prevention—how desire and safety can coexist. The lyrics unfold like a playful dialogue between temptation and precaution, where the virus is cheekily personified, and the immune system dances along like a team of vigilant partygoers, giving HIV a literal high-five. For me, this reflects the daily reality of staying sexually active while being conscientious: pleasure and protection are not mutually exclusive.

The song carries a rhythm of confidence and ritual. Every movement, from the sultry teasing of the verses to the celebratory choruses, mirrors my routines in sexual health: the habits, the care, the planning that keep me free and empowered. I imagine the body as a lively space where chemistry, sensation, and conscious choices coexist, and the immune system as a joyful partner that celebrates preparedness. Writing from this perspective allows me to merge erotic tension with empowerment, turning prevention into a form of play and pride rather than anxiety.

Ultimately, Hi5 to HIV! is both a personal manifesto and an invitation. It’s about embracing desire fully while honoring oneself, maintaining rituals that protect and empower, and celebrating life with awareness. The ad-libs, playful metaphors, and visualized immune high-fives are extensions of my mindset: that self-care, sexual freedom, and prevention can dance together seamlessly. This song is meant to feel vivid, celebratory, and alive—a reflection of the joy, confidence, and responsibility that comes from knowing your body, honoring your choices, and keeping HIV at bay.

Hi5 to HIV! [Stay PrEPed]

Magnus Hirschfeld was a visionary physician, sexologist, and tireless advocate for LGBTQ+ rights whose life reshaped the understanding of sexuality and gender in the early 20th century. He courageously challenged societal norms, conducting groundbreaking research on sexual orientation, gender identity, and human sexuality at a time when such topics were taboo. His work laid the foundation for modern sexology, and he fought tirelessly to create a world where love and identity could exist openly without fear or persecution.

Hirschfeld’s dedication extended beyond research; he founded the Scientific-Humanitarian Committee, one of the first organizations to fight for the rights of sexual minorities, and advocated for legal reforms to protect LGBTQ+ individuals. Despite facing relentless opposition, censorship, and threats from conservative forces, he remained unwavering, believing in the inherent dignity and equality of all people. His charisma, intelligence, and empathy made him a symbol of hope for countless individuals living in fear or isolation.

More than a scholar, Hirschfeld was a cultural pioneer and a humanist who celebrated diversity in all its forms. He recognized the power of visibility and education, using his voice, writings, and public presence to nurture understanding and compassion. Today, his legacy endures as both a historical touchstone and a source of inspiration for movements advocating for sexual and gender freedom worldwide. The song Magnus Hirschfeld channels this spirit, translating his courage and vision into a contemporary anthem of pride, identity, and resilience!

Magnus Hirschfeld

“Lala Blues” dives into the world of a delicate yet formidable ocean dweller—the puffer fish—portraying life through an imaginative jazz-pop lens. The song introduces this small, round-bodied creature, whose leathery skin and fused teeth hint at survival against all odds. Despite limited speed and fragile form, the puffer fish navigates a vibrant, sometimes dangerous reef, observing the currents, predators, and shifting environments with quiet intelligence. Its unique defense mechanisms, including sudden inflation and lethal tetrodotoxin, are reflected musically in dynamic shifts, subtle tension, and shimmering instrumentation, creating a sonic portrait of both fragility and power.

The lyrics explore the puffer fish’s most astonishing trait: the creation of intricate sand mandalas as part of courtship rituals. Over seven days, radial ridges and concentric circles are sculpted meticulously to attract mates, a feat of patience and precision captured in syncopated rhythms, layered harmonies, and fluid melodic lines. The song’s pre-choruses and adlibs mirror the careful, deliberate movements of fins and currents, while the chorus celebrates the inflation defense and chemical armor with expansive, layered vocals. From tiny details like beak-like teeth grinding shells to the invisible bacterial chemistry behind its poison, every aspect of the fish’s life becomes part of the lyrical and musical narrative.

“Lala Blues” culminates in a reflective, atmospheric outro that evokes impermanence and quiet beauty. The mandalas fade, currents dissolve patterns, and the puffer fish drifts through its reef with soft resilience. Production choices—including reverb-heavy textures, oceanic synth pads, and call-and-response vocal adlibs—immerse the listener in an underwater world that is at once playful, dangerous, and meditative. The song frames survival as art, patience as power, and intelligence as subtlety, turning a small fish’s life into a rich, multi-layered experience of sound, imagery, and story.

Lala Blues

Journeys fold into circles,
Endings ripple into beginnings,
I return whole, luminous, unafraid.

Return

Anbid Zaman is a queer activist and artist whose work rises from a life marked by displacement, resistance, and the insistence on living fully even when the world tries to deny that possibility. Born in Bangladesh and shaped by grassroots queer organizing from a young age, they grew into their voice through community struggle — learning early that courage isn’t an act, but a daily discipline.

Their journey from danger to refuge transformed them without erasing their origins. Living in Germany, Anbid continues to work at the intersections of identity, migration, and liberation, supporting queer people who face violence and navigating the complexities of chosen family, safety, and belonging. Their activism is guided by deep commitments: justice without compromise, solidarity across borders, and an unshakeable belief that marginalised voices should be heard not with pity, but with respect.

These values spill directly into their music. Anbid’s sound blends testimonial storytelling, emotional minimalism, and atmospheric layers shaped by memory — the quiet of hiding, the noise of protest, the ache of leaving, the thrill of surviving. Each track carries the weight of lived experience and the brightness of hope that refuses to die. Their art is not just expression; it is continuation, resistance, and a reminder that stories carry power long before the world acknowledges them.