Ramy Gamal - Alby We Hayati _ رامي جمال - قلبي و حياتي

I don’t really know how to talk about Everything But Goodbye without feeling like I’m giving something away. It’s the kind of album that doesn’t just tell a story—it pulls you into one you didn’t realize you were still living.

Every track feels like it was written in the dark, for the kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come with closure. You don’t get big dramatic moments or explosive choruses. You get quiet devastation. You get what it feels like to reread a text thread you never deleted, or to hear the creak of a door someone left open without saying goodbye.

There’s this space between the lyrics—between the guitar lines even—where all the grief lives. And R.U.D.Y. just lets it stay there. No rushing, no over-explaining. Just presence. Stay a Little Longer hit me harder than I expected. It’s so simple and raw. Like, you know the person’s gone, but you still keep the porch light on. Until You Close the Door is another one—it’s so still. Like it’s just sitting in the moment before someone finally walks away.

And then there’s the title track, Everything But Goodbye. It’s unreal how restrained it is. It’s all the things that were never said, folded into something that doesn’t even feel like a song anymore—it feels like breath. Like memory.

This isn’t music you throw on in the background. It’s something you sit with. Something you feel in your chest. Especially if you’ve ever loved someone who left without looking back.

This album doesn’t try to heal you. It just stays beside you in the quiet. And honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable.

never belonged anywhere

In the hush of a velvet night,
You walked in, and stole the light.
Eyes like embers, lips like wine,
I knew you'd never be mine.
But still I danced, a fool, a flame,
Calling softly on your name.

Set me on fire, let the night consume,
Burn all my dreams under a reckless moon.
Set me on fire, let the passion rise,
Lose me in smoke and your sweet goodbyes.

Your hands were whispers on my skin,
A thousand worlds we could have been.
But every kiss was a farewell song,
Playing low, but playing long.
I knew the cost, I paid it sweet,
Dancing in your dangerous heat.

Set me on fire, let the night consume,
Burn all my dreams under a reckless moon.
Set me on fire, let the passion rise,
Lose me in smoke and your sweet goodbyes.

Flames, they don’t promise forever,
Only the beauty of the burning.
And I... I chose to burn.

Set me on fire, let the night consume,
Burn all my dreams under a reckless moon.
Set me on fire, let the passion rise,
Lose me in smoke and your sweet goodbyes...

Set Me on Fire (Latin Jazz Version)

Slicker Than Tape is funk polished to perfection—analog attitude with grooves that glide like magnetic silk. Dripping in slap bass, smooth synths, and that sweet cassette hiss, this track oozes confidence and vintage cool. It’s the sonic equivalent of a wink, a lean, and a moonwalk out of your ex’s life.
Too smooth to skip. Too fresh to fast forward.

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Slicker Than Tape

محسبتهاش

بُعدك أذاني

قبلت التحدي

You near

Plask, mask, fjäril, glas
Solen gömmer sig, underbar grimas
Dröm, göm, vän, hem
Dansar i regnet, jag ler igen

Bucket on the doorstep, socks soaked through
She’s stompin’ in puddles like she’s got a clue
Rain hits her fringe, hoodie way too big
She spins, says “Papa, I’m a fish! Do a wiggle and jig”

No punchline needed, this right here’s the joke
A life so small, but my god it spoke
Through boots full of splashes, thunder in play
The rainbow I see when it’s all gone grey

Drip, drop, splash, sway
We smile at the rain, come what may
Skip, hop, giggle, sing
The sky don't hold back a single thing

brittle butterfly, dance, string and jab
storm-footed light, hands open to grab
A second of time, like a coin in a jar
Moments don’t last, but they carry you far

Asked once if the clouds feel pain
They let it fall, to paint the stain
Nods like she gets it, dance ain’t done
“Don’t cry too hard, Mr. Rain, we’re just havin’ fun!”

Plip, plap, tip, tap
Rain’s just rhythm for feet that clap
Drop, dribble, hum, sway
laughs with the storm, all in a day

Brused and batters, sung and said
Aye such peace in me cluttered head
There she goes, breakin’ old lore
Aye she’s been here before, and wants more

No camera, verse could wrap this sight
Trailing rain, stitched in light
You’d think joy comes from sun or spring
It blooms from hand to hold, a heart to cling.

Pat, pat, fall, flow
Every storm brings room to grow
Tread, twirl, rain, shine
sweet daffodil, still mine.

Rain on the clothesline, shirts doin’ a waltz
She hums to the sky like it’s all her fault
“Maybe I dreamt this,” she grins with a skip,
“Maybe the clouds just needed a drip.”

Steam on the window, fog on the breath
Her fingers draw hearts like she’s spellin’ out depth
No grand truth, just the puddles we cross
But we’re here, and we’re dancing, that’s gain, stones to toss.

Swish, swash, spin, sway
Hearts don’t break when we play this way
Blip, bop, bounce, beam
Love rides the drops in every stream

We sang to the bins, we blessed the drain
Ordained every puddle in her silly rain reign
Swore the snails had secrets, gave the worms a cheer
Her kingdom of damp, and I’m happy here

Aye, and if grief’s a guest, let it pour some tea
We'll toast the drizzle, both wild and free
Not all’s fixed, and that’s alright
Some things shine best in the middle of night

Flick, flash, drop, glide
You and the rain, side by side
Tap, tiptoe, twirl, grin
The world comes back, and lets you in

Cwtsh, gwlyb, cannwyll, llygad
Glaw yn dawnsio, dim ots am y gwadd
Un, dau, tri, pedwar, tro
Rwy’n gwenu ar y glaw, fy nghariad fach o’r fro

Gwenu ar y Glaw

لينا فى بعض

لينا فى بعض نصيب انا وانت متستعبدتش نتقابل بلاش على بعض نتكلم
مفيش ولا حاجة تستاهل الدنيا قالوا صغيرة وحياتنا فيها قصيرة
حتى عارف مش بعيد نتلاقى بالصدفى فى مكان
خلينا لو يومها اتقابلنا مندراش من حاجة بينا
لانه يوم ما نلاقى بعض نفتكر ايام زمان
سيبنا نعيشه فى قلبنا صحبة نت يفضل حكاية حب عيشناها
بعدتنا صحيح لكن برضه قلوبنا لسه جواها
كان اللى بينا كتير اوى لو حتى بعيد اوى
احتمال لو كان بسيط نرجع نعيد تانى اللى كان
خلينا لو يومها اتقابلنا مندراش من حاجة بينا
لانه يوم ما نلاقى بعض نفتكر ايام زمان

Lena-Fi-Ba3d><محمد نور-لينا في بعض

Mohamed Nour - Ensany Wekhaleek Baeed  محمد نور - انسانى وخليك بعيد

رامي جمال - قلبي وحياتي

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.