disadaki

#deephouse #erotic #beats #pop #experimental

Lift me high ( relax mix )

The Unwanted is a darkwave journey through despair, memory, and fragile hope. Across twelve tracks, it drifts between haunting minimalism and expansive atmospheres, weaving stark vulnerability with ghostly beauty. The album captures the voices of the lost, the forgotten, and the outcast — searching for belonging in ruin and silence. With influences of post-punk melancholy and cinematic synth textures, The Unwanted stands as both a lament and a sanctuary.

Farewell

Perfect People

I know I can be a bit scattered sometimes. And even if it doesn’t always seem like it, you really matter to me and mean so much in my life. Please don’t forget that

I learned early not to ask for too much
someone always had it worse.
If I cried, they said, “You’re fine,”
so I learned to smile first.
Some of us had parents fighting,
some just had the silence thick as walls.
Either way, I learned to shrink
before I learned to call.

I build exits into every conversation,
I pull away before you know my name.
Call it coping, call it preservation,
but it’s fear wearing someone else’s face.
Yeah, I build exits into every conversation
and then I hate the quiet that remains.

Some of us grew up fixing things
we didn’t break ourselves.
Some of us got used to praise
that only came when we excelled.
I say I’m busy when I’m lonely,
I ghost before I’m ghosted back.
I joke too soon, I care too late,
I call it freedom, but it’s lack.

I build exits into every conversation,
I pull away before you know my name.
Call it coping, call it preservation,
but it’s fear wearing someone else’s face.
Yeah, I build exits into every conversation and then I hate the quiet that remains.

I’m not heartless, I’m rehearsed.
Every kindness comes with proof.
I wait for people to leave
just to say, “See? I knew.”
I call it strong, I call it smart,
but really, it’s just scared dressed sharp.

I build exits into every conversation,
turn open doors into escape plans.
Call it coping, call it survival,
but I’m still that kid, just grown-up hands.
Yeah, I build exits into every conversation
and I wish I knew how not to.

exits

I heard we get dementia from our phones today,
add that to the list of things I’ll never change.
Yeah, I’ll read about it, talk about it, laugh and say,
“God, we’re all so doomed,” and keep on anyway.

They say our brains are rotting,
our souls are getting small.
Cool, another thing to feel bad for
while I’m not doing much at all.

So I’ll scroll, scroll, scroll,
like I don’t even care.
Fill my head with noise,
just to know it’s there.
Yeah, I’ll give my data,
take my hit,
call it comfort,
call it wit.
I know it’s bad,
but it’s what I need
I eat the algorithm,
and it eats me.

They tell me “go outside,”
“touch grass,” “find peace.”
But the air feels awkward,
and my thoughts don’t cease.
Yeah, I know there’s a world,
I’ve seen the proof
but the glow fits better
than the truth.

And privacy? Please.
Who really cares?
They can have my secrets,
they’re all just stares.

So I’ll scroll, scroll, scroll,
like I don’t even care.
Fill my head with noise,
just to know it’s there.
Yeah, I’ll give my data,
take my hit,
call it comfort,
call it wit.
I know it’s bad,
but it’s what I need
I eat the algorithm,
and it eats me.

I’ve read the threads,
I’ve heard the cure 
log off, look up,
be less unsure.
But I don’t want silence,
it feels too loud 
so I’ll drown myself
in the digital crowd.

So I’ll scroll, scroll, scroll,
like I don’t even care.
Fill my head with noise,
just to know it’s there.
Yeah, I’ll give my data,
take my hit,
call it comfort,
call it wit.
I know it’s bad,
but it’s what I need 
I eat the algorithm,
and it eats me.

Anamorphosis

Eat the Algorithm

This is  something I created today while the 1st snowfall hits Montreal and I am like, 'Hey whatever' as in we are going to have to get it over with , once again.

Hey Whatever

re_imagined version of hip hop happy ending 

Happy Ending

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Shoegaze, Bedroom Pop, Alternative

Patterns

patterns

I’m just now starting to make music I hope I’ll become a legend one day

disadaki

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