i dont know what i'm made
and i dont care what you say
oh why are you looking at me
i dont know what i'm made

and that man who sings
so beautifully 
lost in thought 
and knows everything
and knows everything
and knows everything

and then i started to fade
and my reality caved
i dont know what i'm made
and i dont care what you say
oh why are you looking at me
i dont know what i'm made

fade

pretty much just a cover of 70% by underscores https://soundcloud.com/underscores/70p

ask a couple questions asking bout a couple corners say I may have cut a second going off and on I’m lost 

last a double weaponize your ignorance and say that you’re not feeling it when every fucking person I know knows that you don’t care about the cost

had to take a right turn guess I gotta relearn
all the federal evidence I notarized was false

i'd shave em off like sideburns infertile like brightburn
scarred my ventral lobe the lavender is rubbing off

https://ffm.to/basalt 

cover art by noah greene https://temberl.in/

everything is different now
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blood it crusts the mantle, sequence in stairs

tephra crests the marrow, applique if she cared

but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me i won't open wide
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me and i'm terrified

and i told you that day, and the rust fell that may,
and the ash coned and the steel groaned saw your visage through the smoke one last time
now it's unrequited, wasn't your onus, thank god you were honest
I'll hull to the harbor i won't surrender what i had promised, won't embed it against you
but nothing can change the fact that i trust you
and nothing can change the fact that i love you

stare at the asphalt, refuse to bloom

won't cherish the basalt, a pyrrhic sige there 
backstitch the petiole, oblique she's the heir 

wading through traft bullaces solely reverie

can't rathe to rue it's ellipsis, who are we?

but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me magma hit my eyes
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me and i'm terrified

faltered all at once the walls i'd woven pylons corrallings,

the fumaroles atoned it billowed oxidized recoiled on hem, i'm still terrified

but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me whither watch it writhe
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me whither watch it writhe
but you don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me and i'm terrified

vain to scrape the tungsten, abjured alloy, but I'm just like them, no I'm just like them




contains vocal samples by https://www.youtube.com/@SouliaSora

basalt

i want to go underwater
i want to see all the fish
i want to go meet a mermaid
just to see if they exist

but i don’t know how to swim
maybe i should just go home
eh, i’m happy with just watching
but i’m sad that you have to swim alone

i want to see the big whales
all the sharp teethed eels
swimming along the crust
among plastic bottles and cigarette butts

but i don’t know how to swim
maybe i should just go home
though i’d be happy to be watching
but i’m sad that you have to swim alone

all the fish

scrapped xf chiba demo (alot of the sounds in here are from that)

honor_7/6/24.wav

NIGHTLIGHT

All platforms — https://too.fm/ma532yq
Music video — https://youtu.be/BNdcc178iiU
Lyrics — https://genius.com/Wishlane-mindreader-lyrics

Length — 3min, 30sec
Key — Cmaj
BPM — 128.000

Additional drums — @bhproducer
Additional synths — @colecalico
Cover art + music video — https://instagram.com/yeongseo

Written, recorded and produced in Chattanooga, Tennessee
Video + cover art shot in Blairsville, Georgia

listen somewhere else

MINDREADER

tired (demo)

Voices seep from the cracks, calling your name and reminding you that silence is never truly silent.

Whispers in the Walls

Dans Astre T, Carlos Chapman tisse rivières et vents en sept langues, des murmures français aux calligraphies arabes, du japonais au swahili. Avec Alouma Aves et Ffynnon Chapman, la musique devient pont entre peuples et chapitre vivant du roman L’Autre Version de l’Histoire.

In Astre T, Carlos Chapman weaves rivers and winds in seven languages, from French whispers to Arabic calligraphy, from Japanese to Swahili. With Alouma Aves and Ffynnon Chapman, the music becomes a bridge between peoples and a living chapter of the novel L’Autre Version de l’Histoire.

日本語 (Japanese)
Astre T で、Carlos Chapman は七つの言語で川と風を紡ぎ、フランス語のささやきからアラビア語の書まで、日本語からスワヒリ語へと渡っていく。Alouma Aves と Ffynnon Chapman とともに、その音楽は人々をつなぐ橋となり、小説 L’Autre Version de l’Histoire の生きた一章となる。

हिन्दी (Hindi)
Astre T में, कार्लोस चैपमैन सात भाषाओं में नदियों और हवाओं को बुनते हैं—फ़्रांसीसी फुसफुसाहटों से लेकर अरबी सुलेख तक, जापानी से स्वाहिली तक। Alouma Aves और Ffynnon Chapman के साथ, यह संगीत लोगों के बीच एक पुल और उपन्यास L’Autre Version de l’Histoire का एक जीवंत अध्याय बन जाता है।

العربية (Arabic)
في Astre T ينسج كارلوس تشابمان الأنهار والرياح بسبع لغات، من همسات الفرنسية إلى خطوط العربية، ومن اليابانية إلى السواحيلية. مع Alouma Aves وFfynnon Chapman تصبح الموسيقى جسراً بين الشعوب وفصلاً حيّاً من رواية L’Autre Version de l’Histoire.

Español (Spanish)
En Astre T, Carlos Chapman teje ríos y vientos en siete lenguas, desde susurros en francés hasta caligrafías árabes, del japonés al suajili. Con Alouma Aves y Ffynnon Chapman, la música se convierte en un puente entre pueblos y en un capítulo vivo de la novela L’Autre Version de l’Histoire.

Kiswahili (Swahili)
Katika Astre T, Carlos Chapman anasuka mito na upepo kwa lugha saba, kutoka minong’ono ya Kifaransa hadi maandiko ya Kiarabu, kutoka Kijapani hadi Kiswahili. Pamoja na Alouma Aves na Ffynnon Chapman, muziki unakuwa daraja kati ya watu na sura hai ya riwaya L’Autre Version de l’Histoire.

Layers of Air - Astre T

prod me
just a little sum sweet

lyrics

it's okay to break
once in a while
it's okay to shake
with ur finger on the dial

ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ
ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇQᴜɪᴠᴏᴄᴀʟ
ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ɪʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ

it's alright to cry
let it out and shout as loud as you can

tired (demo)

Shifting Perspectives