Finally, an original song (Mostly an demo) composed by me...
This is a remake I made like in the mid of 2023 of an old composition from late 2019
The instruments like the leads are MIDI guitars while the bass and rhythm guitars are played by me. Because I was so lazy and it fits fine because the happy vibes of the song!

Mark-Moon - Amusement Park (Original song)

Finally, my cover of Alien Stalker with my vocals!!!
Original song by @lovecupid1
Artwork: iciclemagnet (X)
Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Mark-Moon]
I see your mirrors on the wall
I wonder if you need me
Do you need my love?
'Cause I feel you watching
I feel you stalking me
I feel you needing me
I feel you feasting for me

[Chorus]
Do you like stalking me?
'Cause I feel someone's watching me
And I'm scared you're gonna leave me
I'm in love with my stalker

[Post-Chorus]
She follows me
She watches what I do online
She's such a pretty stalker
I need her, she's my little stalker

[Verse 2]
She's my little stalker
I really need her
She's watching me from miles away
I hopе she will always stay
She's my stalker
Shе's my stalker
She watches me from miles away
I hope that she stays
I hope she watches me while I bathe

[Chorus]
Do you like stalking me?
'Cause I feel someone's watching me
And I'm scared you're gonna leave me
I'm in love with my stalker

[Verse 3]
You do stuff for me
You do the stuff I couldn't bear
You are my little stalker, my lover
I found the one for me

[Chorus]
Do you like stalking me?
'Cause I feel someone's watching me
And I'm scared you're gonna leave me
I'm in love with my stalker

[Outro]
She follows me
She watches what I do online
She's such a pretty stalker
I need her, she's my little stalker

Alien Stalker

Here's my second original song here!!!
I made this in early of 2024 and along the other called Amusement Park, it was made mainly to test my 'signature' guitar tones for my stuff.
I also put another song at 1:11 to make a kind of medley or something.

Mark-Moon - Fast Punk Demo (Original Song)

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)

This song has always had a strange weight for me.
Not only because of Scott Pilgrim — which has been a huge inspiration — but also because it was one of those rare songs my ex and I both connected with. It carried that mix of rebellion, melancholy and outsider energy that I still feel today.


This is my take on it: raw, bitcrushed, i think i can get used to this sound a bit lol. Right now, the vocal line is only a synth, a placeholder of what’s coming.

#scottpilgrim #scottpilgrimtakesoff #scottpilgrimvstheworldthegame #metric #blacksheep #cover #indie #scottpilgrimvstheworld #rock #alternativerock

Black Sheep (bitcrushed) W.I.P — synth vocal line

this song has always been one of my favorites probably fighting for the top spot with Across The Sea. there’s something about the way it blends longing and vulnerability that stuck with me from the first listen.

within the Ongezellig community, this track is often linked to Maya, which adds another layer of meaning for me.

for now this is my “bitcrushed” version, with a synth carrying the vocal line. the real voice version might come later, beacuse i tried right now and it sounded too shitty fot you guys to hear it, you deserve better (yeah, i dont think my creep cover is that bad). fun fact: Pinkerton is the only Weezer album I truly enjoy (at least so far).

#Ongezellig #Pinkerton #Weezer #Cover

I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams (Bitcrushed)

"Tryn’s Ballad” is one of the softer, more experimental tracks on this upcoming Ongezellig inspired album, yes, soon enough!. It follows Tryn as she wanders through the Dutch countryside, meeting friends and strangers along the way. each encounter adds another instrument to the song, slowly building a gentle country atmosphere without ever losing its intimacy. the track also touches on her tender feelings for Wiel, the greaser who makes her heart race.

it’s a song about nature, connection, and the quiet beauty found in simple moments, a reminder that even small encounters can make life’s melody feel complete.

#Ongezellig #Country #Dutch

Tryn’s Ballad

This one’s different. A chaotic, tongue-in-cheek rap experiment featuring Koos, Goof, Joe, and Yfke (yeah, you read that right). It’s full of Ongezellig references, Limp Bizkit nods, tripaloski madness, and classroom smoke clouds.
A bonus track that doesn’t take itself seriously, and neither do I. Just a fun release to break the tension.

#Ongezellig

lyrics:

Burn it slow, life heavy, mi keep it chill,
Desk full of papers, I roll, mi will.
From Rotterdam streets to the Ongezellig floor,
Knock pon the door, mi ask for more.
Coco laughin’, Maya cry, Kiki shoutin’ loud,
Zilvervloot echoes through the classroom crowd.
Mi blaze through stress, but mi don’t feel ill,
Pass the mic, mi nuh need no pill.

TRIPALOSKI veins burn, teeth grind, head cracked,
Calvo shadow in the back, whole brain hijacked.
Hard drugs, no hugs, break glass in my skull,
Static in my lungs make the universe dull.
Chalkboard screams, I carve it with a blade,
Every “lesson” feels like another raid.
Detention’s a coffin, homework’s a curse,
But I snort up the silence, it only gets worse.

Break between bells, and I’m scribblin’ still,
Life hit harder than a Three Dollar Bill.
Some call it stale pop, some say it’s trash,
But I’ve seen worlds burn for less in the ash.
Conozellig roots, static in my veins,
Bitcrushed dreams shackled by chains.
Flip the desk like Durst, that’s the deal,
No trend to follow, I just keep it real.


 “Life’s a smoke break, school just a game.”
 “Glass in my throat, tripaloski insane!”
 “I just write down the static, and carry the name.”

Eyes low, flame high, still vibin’ freely.
Ash on my sleeve, sky painted grey,
But in Ongezellig, we light up anyway.
Every drag’s a memory, every cough a song,
This class full of ghosts still drags me along.
From Coco to Cleo, I roll through the haze,
Stoner queen with a crown of purple blaze.
Smoke in band practice, but I’ll never choke
Yfke closes the chapter with a final smoke.

Smoke Break ft. Goof, Koos, Joe, Yfke

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

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

15 | Drummer & storyteller | Soundtrack to growing pains.
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Already Missing The Train

Static & Silence