Terre sous tension

Cyclone

Peace Of Mind

“Inspired by the beauty and rhythm of the islands, ‘Indonesia’ brings a smooth, tropical vibe that flows like ocean waves. A perfect blend of calm melodies and rhythmic bounce — this track feels like golden sunsets and late-night energy.”

Indonesia

All your messy drama is just making me Twitch. Finger on the trigger looking for the kill switch.

TWITCH

2 Duck Brother

A celebration of the most mistreated character in music video history:
https://youtu.be/8SbUC-UaAxE?si=F3SUAcM8Xf91NiF1&t=417

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Three tiers
Nine hours of buttercream
And none of it...
was my damn fault

They built me tall in the back of a bakery
With trembling hands and nervous pastry
A tower of sugar, proud and obscene
White as sin and twice as mean

Fondant swans and wedding gold,
We were sweet, but we were cold
And we got hauled in a battered van
Like I wasn’t more than a five-day plan

I saw 'em kiss, I heard 'em cheer
I smelled cheap wine and bridal fear
They danced like gods, then slipped like men
And guess who took the fall again?

It's not my fault!
I'm just the cake!
You fake your vows, I just get baked!
You lose your mind, I lose a tier
Then someone dives in with a cheer!

Don't blame the frosting for your fate
I just stood there. Looked... 
Great

He wore a suit like it owed him cash
She wore white like a powder stash
The flowers died before the vows
The band played slow, the sky played loud

The priest forgot the final line
The ring went on like a warning sign
They posed beside me, full of grace
But I could see it in her face

They said "forever," but I smelled fear
The kind you frost with souvenir
You want a symbol? Fine, I'm tall
But don't blame me when you lose it all!

It’s not my fault!
I didn’t break!
You threw your love into a lake
You kissed too fast, you drank too slow
You planned a dream you didn't know

Don't blame the icing when you fall
I just stood there. That's all

And then
That guy
No name. No tie
Just heat and bourbon in his eyes
He leapt
Like sugar held salvation...
And landed face-first in damnation...

In me!

It's not my fault!
I didn't ask to be your throne!
You wanted myth, I gave you scone
You built it all, then burned it down
And I'm the one who wears the crown?

I never said "forevermore"
I just said "dessert's by the door"

I was delicious
And that... 
Should've been enough

It's Not My Fault

Memories - Live Recording

Thanks to my friend Chris for shredding on this track

Track construction - Combstead
lead guitar - Chris
mix - Combstead / Chris
mastered - Chris
artwork - Chris

Voice of reason - feat. Chris

What Do You See_

Det første møde med hårde stoffer,

var brudet på en pagt.

En pagt baseret på troskab,

baseret på stolthed, baseret på magt

 

Da livets sidste bøn blev sunget,

af hjertets svækkede kor.

Stod satan ved magten, hans sejr var nær,

ku uskyldigt begå et mord

 

illutionen blev til virkelighed,

fantasi blev min trøst

Min pligt blev en vittighed

Stod på randen til de ukendes kyst,

 

blev modstander af al kærlighed

genkendte kun klangen

af sprutglassets lyst

 

Mit håb var gemt væk,

ønskede med kolde knyttede hænder,

og tårer på kinden, at livets engel

jeg snart kender.

 

Kunne ikke skældne fantasi fra virkelighed,

følte ingen kunne se min smerte,

hvordan jeg led.

 

Satan fejlede,

min engel vidste besked.

Den viskede til min far,

at jeg var psykisk ked

 

Kunne mærke varmen fra helvede

 

Nu kan jeg se hvor mange timer jeg spildte på at tænke, og ikke på at handle

 

Det her er ikke den jeg er,

det er den jeg er blevet til

Vær mit vidne

 

Mine søskenes kærlighed,

fyldte mit brudte hjerte.

Et desperat skrig om hjælp hørte gud,

og led min smerte.

Vær mit vidne

“La Faraona del Amor” es una historia egipcia de pasión, traición y eternidad.
Una gata reina que sale cada noche en busca de su amado,
solo para descubrir que el amor también puede ser espejismo.

Rimas suaves, melodías del Nilo y un aura de magia antigua.
Un chill rap místico, elegante y melancólico.

🎧 Lo-fi · Chill Rap · 82 BPM · Mood: místico, romántico, trágico, poético.

It's Not My Fault

Axioms of Mediocrity