Remix of Elizah Ivy's - Love is Real, from her debut "Splintered Faith."

Stream og: https://soundcloud.com/elizahivy/sets/splintered-faith?si=ec6844fa5d9a4a5b835d0e9adf1693ff&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Elizah Ivy - Love Is Real (DJ Saucy Spaghetti Remix)

dissidia

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fostering a new frame

everything by me
made with exclusively the @gr0lth + @zzjay kit

can't feel my face
blood peels away
watch you eat all of my pores

things out of place
i'm not gonna chase
the friends i can't afford

everything's out of place! (x2)
i'll break down on the floor
of my bedroom soon, in hopes 
a seer will close my door

(x2)

momma wanted me 2 be much more...
hoping my eyes get some chlorophyll
ain't been on attack since the day i was born
made the decision to close the door

... still running with that narrative
i'm not compost for a sedative
singin, 'waste yrself', it's resonant

need 2 stop arguing w/ myself
dirt's been cravin' all my havens
& i'm scared it'll invade 'em
yeah i'm lettin' it, my thoughts erode
before i cope with some words, a plastered throat

can't feel my face
blood peels away
watch you eat all of my pores

things out of place
i'm not gonna chase
the friends i can't afford

everything's out of place! (x2)
i'll break down on the floor
of my bedroom soon, in hopes 
a seer will close my door

(x2)

MR. CHI CITY THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTERNET PRESENCE!!!!!

split {resonance}

next to you [prod.violetdecay]

relax

sample: https://youtu.be/UpVv-FGOc1E?si=h13ZWJj8iaWciETS

black and blue (out getting ribs cover)

gotcha

I fell out of love with everything

What if every version of you—the brave one, the lost one, the angry one, the lonely one—were given a microphone?

A Monster of Me is a concept album disguised as a confession booth.
Across eleven tracks, Quantum me invites you into a hall of mirrors where each reflection talks back: the shameless self, the coward, the bureaucrat, the purist, the adolescent, the technodeterminist, the extremist, the nostalgist, the nihilist, the ironist… every mask you’ve worn to survive, every voice you’ve buried to stay sane.

Each song is a portrait of a “monster” that isn’t supernatural at all—
just painfully human.
These monsters whisper, argue, seduce, joke, deflect, confess.
Sometimes you root for them;
sometimes you recognise them;
sometimes you realise they’ve been running the show longer than you knew.

But the story doesn’t stay dark.
Woven through glitch-folk, indie-trap, electro-soul, and cinematic pop, the album traces a quiet rebellion: the moment the self stops fracturing and starts forming.
A journey from fragmentation to embodiment.
From masks to skin.

By the time the final track hits, one truth rises above the noise:

We’re all carrying monsters.
But none of them get the last word.

Listen from the beginning, or drop in anywhere—
every track is its own mirror,
and every mirror shows something worth looking at.

gotcha

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