#Ongezellig
find the remastered and extended version here: https://soundcloud.com/blastingjoseph/lost-in-amsterdam-extended-cut

Also on My Youtube channel!!!: https://www.youtube.com/@BlastingJoseph69

Lost In Amsterdam

My Youtube channel!!!: https://www.youtube.com/@BlastingJoseph69

ik ben het maar reimagined

I deleted SoundCloud and gave up.

Then this song hit 170+ plays, got added to public playlists, and some cool Ongezellig dude messaged me saying:
“More Ongezellig XD.”

So… here I am.
For Maya.
For anyone who ever fell in love with someone who couldn’t stay.
instagram: @Joe._6969
My Youtube channel!!!: https://www.youtube.com/@BlastingJoseph69
#Ongezellig #AlternativeRock #PostRomanticism

Lost in Amsterdam - Extended Cut

Sup y’all, Joe again.

After messing around with a few ideas, this weird little song came out of nowhere. Originally meant to be a joke or an inside thing, but then it got oddly real. Guess it became a kind of bedtime song for someone who probably never sleeps.

I don’t know what genre this is. Think Radiohead if they wrote a track about a dictator’s soft side (or maybe it’s just guilt in disguise).

Anyway, it’s called Mymy’s Lullaby. Hope it haunts you in a nice way.

Thanks again to anyone who’s still listening. Always.

Lyrics: 

She ties her ribbon every morning
Like armor wrapped around her hair
Blonde and orange like a warning
But there’s a child still hiding there

She talks too loud, she hates the silence
She draws her borders in the sand
But sometimes late at night she whispers
Things no one else would understand

She stares at maps, she loves old stories
Thinks flags can save her from the dark
But every time she sees the ocean
Her heart forgets to be so sharp

Sleep tight, little Mymy
Dreams don’t need to shout
There’s more to love than fighting
There’s more than fearing doubt
Close your eyes, my Mymy
Let the monsters wait
You don’t need to win the war
To find a softer fate

She holds her ground in every classroom
A tiny general in her head
But every time she’s left alone
She re-reads letters never sent

Maybe she learned all the wrong lessons
From a world that turned too cold
Maybe no one ever told her
You don’t need to conquer to be whole

Sleep tight, little Mymy
Dreams don’t need to shout
There’s more to love than fighting
There’s more than fearing doubt
Close your eyes, my Mymy
Let the flags fall down
You don’t need a crown of fire
To be safe and sound

So hush now, Mymy
Rest your orange head
The world will turn without your fists
Come lie with peace instead

Mymy’s Lullaby

Hey everyone, Joe here.
This track is the REAL plan i had for Green Eyes, but it just couldnt decide.
It’s heavily inspired by a CERTAIN '90s alt-rock classic — yeah, you’ll hear it right away. Maybe too much.
I started writing it almost as a joke because of how similar it sounded… but the lyrics took a life of their own.
The ending especially, breaks away, and I guess that’s where it finally becomes mine.
Thanks for sticking around. This EP may be short, but it means a something to me.

Lyrics:

I see you in that red hoodie fading in the hall
Your words get lost in silence, but I remember them all
Behind those closed-up eyelids, where nobody can go
You’re a flicker in the dark, that no one else can show

You say you’re different, broken, floating out of place
But I’ve got time for you, in all the empty space

Green eyes lost in daydreams, trembling in the light
You’re an island full of echoes in the classroom’s quiet night
I’m not brave enough to hold you, but I’ll stay by your side
Green eyes, I wish you’d see you’re beautiful inside

You disappear in corridors, I’ve tried to call your name
You hide behind the maps, the anxiety, the shame
But there’s a voice inside you screaming louder than your fear
If you let me hear it, I swear I’ll draw it near

Your heart beats like whispers, addicted to the sound
Of your own solitude. I wish I stuck around

Green eyes lost in memories, broken by your chest
Maybe you’re just one last spark in a thousand tangled mess
I won’t force you out from hiding, I’ll just keep this line
Green eyes, I hope you know you could have stayed this time

Some nights the world gets heavy, and the silence is too loud
So I inched closer to your corner, where your courage used to drown
And even if you crumble, even if you leave again
I’d still hold that moment – the day I tried to be your friend

Green eyes, I’m tired of dreaming what you might become
If you believed your own reflection and let love under the sun
I’m not asking you to stay—you don’t owe me that line
But green eyes, thank you for the ghost I couldn’t leave behind

Green eyes…
I hope you’re kind to yourself today.

#Ongezellig

Green Eyes

Hey everyone, Joe here.
This track, Green Eyes, marks the closing piece of the Ongezellig EP.
It’s heavily inspired by a CERTAIN '90s alt-rock classic — yeah, you’ll hear it right away. Maybe too much.
I started writing it almost as a joke because of how similar it sounded… but the lyrics took a life of their own. You are free to theorize who this female voice is...
The drums especially, breaks away, and I guess that’s where it finally becomes mine.
Thanks for sticking around. This EP may be short, but it means something to me.

Lyrics:

I see you in that red hoodie fading in the hall
Your words get lost in silence, but I remember them all
Behind those closed-up eyelids, where nobody can go
You’re a flicker in the dark, that no one else can show

You say you’re different, broken, floating out of place
But I’ve got time for you, in all the empty space

Green eyes lost in daydreams, trembling in the light
You’re an island full of echoes in the classroom’s quiet night
I’m not brave enough to hold you, but I’ll stay by your side
Green eyes, I wish you’d see you’re beautiful inside

You disappear in corridors, I’ve tried to call your name
You hide behind the maps, the anxiety, the shame
But there’s a voice inside you screaming louder than your fear
If you let me hear it, I swear I’ll draw it near

Your heart beats like whispers, addicted to the sound
Of your own solitude. I wish I stuck around

Green eyes lost in memories, broken by your chest
Maybe you’re just one last spark in a thousand tangled mess
I won’t force you out from hiding, I’ll just keep this line
Green eyes, I hope you know you could have stayed this time

Some nights the world gets heavy, and the silence is too loud
So I inched closer to your corner, where your courage used to drown
And even if you crumble, even if you leave again
I’d still hold that moment – the day I tried to be your friend

Green eyes, I’m tired of dreaming what you might become
If you believed your own reflection and let love under the sun
I’m not asking you to stay—you don’t owe me that line
But green eyes, thank you for the ghost I couldn’t leave behind

Green eyes…
I hope you’re kind to yourself today.
#Ongezellig

Green Eyes (og version)

Intro

OUR favorite sister (jk).
She shines on the outside — brave, fast, laughing —
but there's a storm behind that jersey.
This one's for the bruises no one sees,
and the kindness born from fighting battles alone.
#Ongezellig
Pop-punk with a soft punch.
Inspired by Feeling Every Sunset, blink-182

Lyrics:

Yellow sun, she walks the hall
Laughing bright, but hides the fall
Under jersey, drumbeat tight
Keeps her war out of the light

She shouts in matches,
But cries alone
All these trophies
Built a throne
Of plastic gold

Springbok heart, you fight too hard
Smile so wide, you're scarred
Let it loose, let it bleed
Kindness born from need
Springbok heart, at last be free
It's okay to break,
It's okay to be seen

Staring down the mirror’s glare
Every win feels thin, unfair
Tried to hold a perfect line
But even stars can fade in time

"Be strong", they told you,
Every day
So you wore armor
Just to play
And hid the pain

Springbok heart, you fight too hard
Smile so wide, you're scarred
Let it loose, let it bleed
Kindness born from need
Springbok heart, at last be free
You don’t owe the world
A flawless version of “me”

You're not just goals and games and cheer
We see the weight you’ve held for years
You're brave enough to drop the show
To cry, to fall—
And still be whole

Springbok heart, you’ve come so far
From bleeding through that armor’s part
Let it crack, let it shine
You’re more than their design
Springbok heart, you’re wild, you’re true
You don’t need to prove
What’s already in you

Springbok Heart

hey, Joe here.

this one’s a bit different.
Kiki took over the mic and made a whole track about her "pirate club" (yes, with actual rules).

you’ll hear me tell her to shut up her yapping twice — I left it in 'cause it made me laugh.
not every song needs to be deep or sad. sometimes a silly little sea shanty is enough.

hope you enjoy it.
yo-ho-ho and all that.

Lyrics:

Welcome all to the seven seas,
Where we sail with style and zero fees.
We’ve got a flag and a secret base—
No boys allowed in our hiding place.

Zoey’s busy with her books again,
Cleo shrugs like “here we go, friend…”
Coco salutes but ties her shoes,
And Yfke’s lost in strawberry fumes.


Hey! This be Kiki’s Pirate Club!
With rules and ranks and snacks and grub.
Raise your sword or draw your chart,
Or sit around and break my heart.
Yo-ho! We’re fierce and free!
Even if it’s mostly just me.
A ship that sails inside my head—
Where Mymy says the Dutch were best instead.


We held a vote—just me and me—
To steal gold from the lost city of Z.
But Mymy scoffs, “You got that wrong—
The VOC was brave and strong.”

I built a cannon from a juicebox tray,
But no one showed up for Pirate Day.
They say they care but never play—
What’s a captain to do anyway?


 Hey! This be Kiki’s Pirate Club!
We meet each week behind the shrubs.
No one listens, but I don’t quit—
Even if I talk and they just sit.
Yo-ho! On stormy seas,
They scroll their phones while I make pleas.
My crew is wild, my crew is strange—
But mutiny feels kinda deranged…


I painted hats and pirate tags,
Sewed a flag with stitched-up rags.
Told them stories, made a code…
But I think I’m sailing this ship alone.


 Hey! This be Kiki’s Pirate Club!
With sugar maps and soda chugs.
They laugh, they yawn, they roll their eyes—
But still they show up every time.
Yo-ho! I shout commands,
They build in silence or play in sands.
This ship might leak, the helm may rust—
But I sail with them, because I must.

"First rule of Kiki’s Pirate Club: I’m the captain.
Second rule: attend or walk the plank.
Third rule: …well, no one really listens anyway."
#Ongezellig

Kiki’s Pirate Club (bonus track)

Outro

an experimental reinterpretation of Creep. I wanted to play with the idea of ​​a 32-bit sound, as if this song had come out of an old console or a glitchy player. I recorded my vocals (for the first time on a song of mine) and ran them through Fruity Squeeze, looking for that rough, digital, and slightly broken texture. All of this over real guitars instead of the MIDI distortions of my first version. It's not a traditional cover: it's more of a sonic experiment, a small homage to the insecurity and alienation that this song conveys.

#Radiohead #cover #experiment #32bit #bitcrush #lofi #indie

Creep (Bitcrushed)

Well I'm afraid
I've fallen in this deep abyss again
I'm so sick
Pretending this is another game
I've been busy watching the sky
Instead of seeing what is right before of my eyes

I can barely watch my own step
Tripping over the same stone all over again
I want to go back to the moment I left
To believe I wasn't guilty of my own end

Is it my heart beating what I hear?
I'm getting out of breath again
What will be of me?
Is this a caprice, or an unsatisfied need?

I've been deceiving myself with what I've always known
I can't complain because no one knows
And surely, they don't want to be told
And surely, they don't want to be told

Please tell me when I'm supposed to catch the train
I don't want to miss it with all this rain

I've been busy asking to the stars
When I know I'm not going to depart
Depart
Oh whoah oh oh oh
Oh whoah oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Please tell me if I'm going to depart

Already Missing The Train

“Chalk Dust Dreams” is Vera’s story told through distortion and silence and from her younger self voice. What begins as a fragile reflection on her youth and love for rock culture slowly mutates into a darker confession — the sudden weight of teaching, the anger at a life that slipped away, and the cigarettes burned in place of dreams. Yet, beneath all the bitterness, there’s a reluctant tenderness toward her students — Coco, Cleo, and the rest of Running in the 60’s — the fragments of light she didn’t expect to care for.

It’s a grunge-driven ballad of frustration, regret, and the fragile hope that maybe purpose can be found in unexpected places.
lyrics:
I was sixteen with a borrowed guitar,
Posters on the wall said I’d go far.
Cigarette ash in an empty can,
Songs of ghosts where it all began.

The rhythm cracked, the nights were wild,
The world still treated me like a child.
Every chord was a door to escape,
Every riff a promise I could shape.

I swore that the stage would remember my name,
Feedback and fire instead of shame.
I lived for the sound, I lived for the night,
Dreams like smoke, they burned so bright.

And then I began teaching those goddamn kids,
Trade the amps for chalk, the life I missed.
The tempo froze, the colors drained,
A rockstar’s dream left out in the rain.

Grunge in my lungs, nicotine-stained,
Every lecture just feels the same.
I rant, I rave, but deep inside,
There’s still a flicker I cannot hide.

I swore that the stage would remember my name,
But the walls just echo, it’s not the same.
I lived for the sound, I lived for the night,
Now I light a smoke just to feel all right.

Coco’s heartbeat on the drums,
Cleo strums until it numbs.
Yfke’s lost inside the haze,
Zoey reads the nights away.
And maybe, just maybe, I care—
God, I hate to admit it, but it’s there.

I swore that the stage would remember my name,
But maybe the classroom can hold a flame.
I lived for the sound, I lived for the night,
Now I see their faces, it feels… almost right.

Chalk dust dreams in the afternoon glow,
Not the life I wanted, but the one I know.
The crowd is smaller, but I still sing…
Maybe that’s enough for me to begin.

"Kurt Cobain just take me with you"

#Ongezellig #Vera #HeartShapedBox

Chalk Dust Dreams

A reflection on Coco’s past in South Africa, where hate and discrimination tore her family apart in an instant. Now, surrounded by friends, her band, and a new life, it all feels like a dream she’s afraid to wake up from. In her sleep, she still sees her family as angels at her window - her heart says she’s alive, but she calls herself heartless.
A bittersweet track about memory, survival, and the fear of losing everything again.

#Ongezellig #Coco

I once called you my heart,
back in the heat of the southern sun,
but the hate cracked the walls,
and the house fell down in one.
Now I wake up in a safer bed,
with a band, with friends, with open skies,
yet the ghosts of your faces
still stare through my blinds.

It all feels too fragile,
like glass under my skin,
I breathe in this moment,
afraid it will all cave in.

Heartless — that’s what I’ve become,
since the day I lost the only ones.
If this is just a dream, don’t let me wake,
let the angels tap my window,
I’ll pretend it’s not too late.

Fields of hate, they swallowed us whole,
taught us how fast love corrodes.
One blink, one word,
and the family I knew was gone,
now I stitch new memories
to keep the nightmares calm.
Cleo’s chords, Yfke’s smoke,
Zoey’s quiet smile in the glow —
they’re my anchors in this storm,
my reason to still go.

But every night it comes back,
a shadowed choir sings,
I see you shining,
like angels without wings.

Heartless — that’s what I’ve become,
since the day I lost the only ones.
If this is just a dream, don’t let me wake,
let the angels tap my window,
I’ll pretend it’s not too late.

Behind the glass, you call to me,
with voices soft, impossibly sweet.
Am I forgiven, am I still yours?
Or just another exile, shut out the door?

I am heartless,
but your echo keeps me warm.
I am rootless,
yet I bloom where I’m torn.

Heartless — yet I’m still alive,
walking through a dream I don’t recognize.
And if the morning burns away these skies,
I’ll thank the dream for keeping me
breathing through the night.

Tap the glass,
call my name,
in heartless dreams
I’m yours again.

Angels

A tragic duet between two sisters separated by fate.
Mymy screams her truth, running away from the expectations of her family in Nagasaki, escaping an arranged marriage and the weight of traditions she never asked for. Her voice is loud, raw, almost unhinged — a rebellion against the world that tried to own her.

Eiko, in contrast, begins steady and methodical, her words filled with determination and duty. She’s on a mission to find her sister, clinging to structure while Mymy drowns in chaos. But as the song builds, even Eiko’s resolve starts to crack, until she matches her sister’s intensity, revealing her own pain and fear of losing her forever.

The ending falls quiet: a lonely confession from Eiko that she simply misses her sister. No answers, no resolution — only silence.

This track blends heavy modern instrumentation with traditional Japanese sounds, capturing both the clash and the bond between two lives torn apart.

#Ongezellig #Mymy

Nagasaki’s Shadow

A tragic duet between two sisters separated by fate.
Mymy screams her truth, running away from the expectations of her family in Nagasaki, escaping an arranged marriage and the weight of traditions she never asked for. Her voice is loud, raw, almost unhinged — a rebellion against the world that tried to own her.

Eiko, in contrast, begins steady and methodical, her words filled with determination and duty. She’s on a mission to find her sister, clinging to structure while Mymy drowns in chaos. But as the song builds, even Eiko’s resolve starts to crack, until she matches her sister’s intensity, revealing her own pain and fear of losing her forever.

The ending falls quiet: a lonely confession from Eiko that she simply misses her sister. No answers, no resolution — only silence.

This track blends heavy modern instrumentation with traditional Japanese sounds, capturing both the clash and the bond between two lives torn apart.

#Ongezellig #Eiko

Silent Shore

Greaser’s Prayer

hey, Joe here. this is my reinterpretation of a original track by @mark-moon3822. I didn’t want it to be a karaoke cover, so I reimagined the lyrics and gave it my own voice and energy. It’s a bit heavier than what I usually do, but that’s the point.

the song is about paranoia, fear, and how even stepping outside can feel like the world is collapsing on you. I wanted the lyrics to reflect that creeping dread and self-doubt, while keeping the intensity high enough to match the chaos inside my head.

Shoutout to @mark-moon3822 the goat for the original track, go to his soundcloud to find more heat like this. his approach to rhythm and structure really pushed me to try something different.

[Verse 1]
I don’t want to go outside
The streets are whispering my name
Every shadow feels alive
And it drives me insane

[Chorus]
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
THE FEAR I TRY TO HIDE
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
AND I CAN’T CLOSE MY EYES

[Verse 2]
I used to walk outside
The sunlight felt like home
But now the colors fade away
And I feel so alone

[Chorus]
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
THE FEAR I TRY TO HIDE
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
CAN’T ESCAPE, CAN’T DENY

[Bridge / Refrain]
I am not the same
My reflection’s gone astray
I am not the same
I can’t wash the past away

I am not the same
Every breath’s a masquerade
I am not the same
And I won’t be saved

ANYMORE!!!

[Instrumental break]

[Final Chorus]
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
THE FEAR I TRY TO HIDE
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
AND I CAN’T CLOSE MY EYES

[Outro]
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
THE WALLS ARE CLOSING TIGHT
IT’S SO SCARY OUTSIDE
SCREAMING INTO THE NIGHT

#Punk #Rock #Hardcore

It's So Scary Outside

“How Do You?” by Radiohead, a track from their debut album Pablo Honey, which also happens to be my personal favorite from the band. I wanted to give it a different edge with a raw, bitcrushed sound, keeping that early 90s energy alive while twisting it into something more distorted and chaotic.

this single comes as a companion to my cover of Creep, so it doesn’t feel lonely anymore. Both songs are connected in spirit: one is iconic for its vulnerability, the other for its sheer intensity. Together they capture the restless, noisy beginnings of Radiohead in my own way.

#Radiohead #PabloHoney #Cover #Rock #Indie #Indierock #Alternative

How Do You?

my first fully self-made track, just me trying things out.
it means a lot to me because it’s the first time I handled everything on my own, from writing to producing every single instrument.

It’s messy, rough, maybe even a little awkward… but it’s real

lyrics:

Verse 1
The screen is dim and waiting,
Your number still remains,
I almost hit the button,
But fear still calls my name.

I'm stuck inside the dial tone,
Lost in the feedback’s hum,
The silence fills the airwaves,
And I just come undone.

Verse 2
Your voice still rings in static,
Through dreams I can’t erase,
I see you on the sidewalk,
But time won’t show your face.

I’m tired of second chances,
Tired of missed goodbyes,
When will you finally call me
Or am I still on hold tonight?


#incelcore #rock #alternativerock #indie #indierock

Should I Call You?

"You Moved On" is the moment where denial finally fades and acceptance hits, slowly, painfully. It’s not just about anger anymore, but also the quiet collapse that follows.
Built around deep, clean guitars and a low, moody synth, the song drifts between nostalgia and resentment until everything erupts in the bridge  a wall of distorted guitars, synths and pianos.

It’s one of the most emotional songs I’ve made. 

lyrics:

Your cherry hair still burns my eyes,
That scent still hides behind my lies.
I see your ghost in every glow,
Another face I’ll never know.

You left your shape inside my bed,
Now all I kiss is what you said.
The screen lights up, but its not your name in there
I hate this quiet, I hate this motherfucking game.

I’m ready now, I swear I am,
To hold you right, to be your man.
But someone else is touching you,
The thought alone cuts straight in two.

Their hands go where I used to dream to touch anyday,
My skin still burns, I want to scream i want to faint.
These new girls stare, but I just fade away from them
Their warmth feels cold, my love has decayed today.

No signal on my side,
I call but time won’t guide my way.
The static fills my lungs,
This hate tastes on my tongue.
No signal, just your ghost,
The one I loved the most in pain.

And I still see your face,
In every fucking empty space.

You left your shape inside my bed,
Now all I kiss is what you said.
The screen lights up, but its not your name in there
I hate this quiet, I hate this motherfucking game.
No Signal on my side. you are gone but still i try today.

#altrock #rock #alternativerock #indie #indierock #incelcore


And I hate the way I feel,
So fake, so fucking unreal.
No one will ever be
Half of what you were to me.

You Moved On

“Forgive Me Anyway” closes the Dialtone trilogy on a bittersweet but uplifting note. It’s the sound of acceptance after the storm. realizing you can’t fix the past, but you can still move forward. The track blends emotional indie rock with atmospheric synths and driving guitars, carrying that mix of melancholy and hope that defines the whole EP.

It’s not about one person anymore, it’s about letting go of everything that once held you back. About missing trains, watching the rain fall, and still deciding to keep walking.

lyrics:

I’ve been talking to the walls again,
Hoping they’ll reply somehow,
Every message left on read,
Still burns inside me now.
The city moves, I stand in place,
Everyone’s ahead of me,
The rain keeps falling down my face,
Like it’s trying to set me free.

Forgive me anyway,
For losing time this way,
I’m learning how to stay,
Even when I fade away.

I missed the train, it’s gone for good,
Still I’m running through the storm,
My shoes are soaked, my thoughts are too,
But maybe that keeps me warm.
I used to think I’d die alone,
But dreams don’t die that fast,
I’ll build a place to call my own,
And leave behind the past.

Forgive me anyway,
For losing time this way,
I’m learning how to stay,
Even when I fade away.

I’m tired but I’m still alive,
The thunder hums my name tonight,
I’ll chase the dawn, no fear, no shame,
The rain can’t wash away this flame.

Forgive me anyway,
I’ve found my place today,
The clouds begin to sway,
And I can breathe again.

#rock #alternativerock #indierock #indie #alternative #incelcore

Forgive Me Anyway

a quiet confession buried under city lights.
Lonely World crawls through that numb space between connection and collapse, where your eyes glow but no one’s really there. It’s a song about burnout, isolation, and pretending you’re fine when everything inside’s buffering.

Lyrics:

Clock hits two and the silence bleeds,
Dreams feel cheap when your mind just feeds.
Echoes in my chest where the truth won’t stay,
Every word I write just fades away.
Friends all laugh through a filtered view,
Guess they’re lonely in HD too.
Smoke curls slow while the phone stays dry,
Messages sent just learn to die.
My room’s a grave for what I planned,
Songs half-made and trembling hands.
Tried to talk, but I bit my tongue,
Guess pain sounds better when it’s sung.

Another night, same screen, same ghosts,
Talkin’ to walls like they care the most.
City hums while my thoughts corrode,
Heart buffering, lost in code.

It’s a lonely world, yeah, I learned it slow,
Even my reflection doesn’t wanna show.

It’s a lonely world, yeah, I learned it slow,
Even my reflection doesn’t wanna show.

Fake smiles burn like neon sin,
No one cares what’s real within.
I wear this calm like a camouflage,
While my mind’s a war I sabotage.
Old notes, same wounds, no rest,
Numb hearts scrollin’ through the mess.
I blame the rain, it blames me back,
Every hope’s a heart attack.
If I call your name, would you even hear?
Static whispers loud and clear.
I’m here, but I’m halfway gone,
Living off ghosts and broken songs.


Maybe I’m just noise in the feed,
Begging for what I’ll never need.
Truth tastes bitter when it’s late,
But lies still sound like fate.

It’s a lonely world, yeah, I learned it slow,
Even my reflection doesn’t wanna show.

It’s a lonely world, yeah, I learned it slow,
Even my reflection doesn’t wanna show.

Streetlights flicker like they mourn,
Same old life in a loop reborn.
If I vanish, don’t rewind the scene,
Just let the silence play between.


It’s a lonely world, yeah, I learned it slow,
Even my reflection doesn’t wanna show.

It’s a lonely world, yeah, I learned it slow,
Even my reflection doesn’t wanna show.

#indie #rock #hiphop #rap #ballad #numetal

Lonely World

adaptacion por Static & Silence

Cuando estabas aquí,
no podía ni mirar.
Pareces un ángel,
tu piel me hace llorar.

Flotas como pluma
en un mundo ideal,
quiero ser especial,
quisiera ser igual.

Y para ti,
Soy un raro,
¿qué mierda hago si aquí..?
No encajo aquí.

No importa el dolor,
yo quiero el control.
Un cuerpo perfecto,
un alma mejor.

Quiero que notes
si no estoy por ahí,
eres tan especial,
quisiera ser igual.

Y para ti,
Soy un raro,
¿qué mierda hago si aquí..?
No encajo aquí.

Está saliendo ya,
Se va de aqui.
Se va, no, no
No
No

Si eso te hace feliz,
si es lo que quieres,
eres tan especial,
quisiera ser igual.

Y para ti,
Soy un raro,
¿qué mierda hago si aquí..?
No encajo aquí.
No encajo aqui.

#cover #rock #indierock #alternativerock #radiohead

Creep - Cover en Español

Creep - (Acoustic Cover)

“Multiple Mourning”

I spoke to you again after nine cold months,
you said “you’re forgiven, don’t carry that weight alone.”
But when I said the part I tried to hide
that I still love you
you vanished like you always do.
And I guess that silence says enough.

I’m still grieving pieces I can’t name,
all the versions of me that never made it out.
I guess that silence says enough.

It’s a multiple mourning,
I’m losing you, losing me.
Someone stole my innocence
or maybe it just slipped through the cracks.
Every plan I dreamed of got buried,
every door I needed closed.
Yeah… it’s a multiple mourning,
and I can’t tell which ghost is me.

I keep failing tests I’ve studied for my life,
math and physics beat me like I’m built wrong inside.
People say “some things just come easy,”
but nothing’s easy here
not even trying hard.
Was I born with half the tools missing?
Or did the world take something I never learned to guard?

I drink, I smoke, but nothing hits,
like I’m immune to any kind of happiness.

It’s a multiple mourning,
I’m losing you, losing me.
Someone stole my innocence
or maybe it just slipped through the cracks.
Every chance that mattered taken,
every road I needed washed away.
Yeah… it’s a multiple mourning,
and I can’t tell which ghost is me.

There’s a blur where childhood should be,
just shadows and a trembling light.
I don’t know if something happened
or if my mind is building stories
just to explain why...

It’s a multiple mourning,
I’m losing you, losing me.
Someone stole my innocence
or maybe it just slipped through the cracks.
Every chance that mattered taken,
every road I needed washed away.
Yeah… it’s a multiple mourning,
and I can’t tell which ghost is me.

Multiple Mourning

Older, Bolder, Who Knows Her

"Bassline Blessing"

She plays bass, shaking up my chest,
holy girl with a cross on her sleeveless vest.
I talk less, feel more, keep it low,
and she looks at me like “maybe… I don’t know.”

Some days warm, then she turns distant,
I can’t tell if I’m close or nonexistent.
He sees her daily, gets all her smiles
and I’m here tryna catch up to her style.

Oh, she’s my bassline blessing,
shakes the room and keeps me guessing.
Yeah, my heart starts glitching—
one low note and I’m confessing.
I’m the shy one, she’s electric,
but tonight we’re synced, and we feel connected.

She’s chaos mixed with Sunday light,
looks once at me, then gone from sight.
Maybe someone else is on her mind
the one she chases but can’t find.

I’m the opposite: I’m right there,
showing up steady, trying to care.
But every time I start to try,
she steps back quick, I don’t know why.

Oh, she’s my bassline blessing,
shakes the room and keeps me guessing.
Yeah, my heart starts glitching—
one low note and I’m confessing.
I’m the shy one, she’s electric,
but tonight we’re synced and feel connected.

I don't know if you're hearing this, maybe cause I told you to, but I don't care,
I have something to say.
we may don't really know each other, I may be rushing things, but I just can't deny what I feel.
I'm sorry dear friend, sorry for feeling too much with too little coming from you.

Oh, she’s my bassline blessing,
shakes the room and keeps me guessing.
Yeah, my heart starts glitching—
one low note and I’m confessing.
I’m the shy one, she’s electric,
but tonight we’re synced and feel connected.

Oh, she’s my bassline blessing,
shakes the room and keeps me guessing.
Yeah, my heart starts glitching—
one low note and I’m confessing.
I’m the shy one, she’s electric,
but tonight we’re synced and feel connected.

#EDM #eurodance #RnB #Alternative #Disco #Electronic #Dance

Bassline Blessing

just turned 16| Drummer & storyteller | Soundtrack to growing pains.
Discord: glenn69.69

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