Copy of Buzzing Indie

Dreamtime

welcome to imaginary friends. this ep aims to show more of our softer side, as always, enjoy <3

things (i wonder)

see u in the summer

“I want to be you / but I never want to say the truth to you” — it captures that mix of vulnerability and emotional detachment that defines late-night overthinking.

Composed and performed by Zion Dere
Produced by Zion Dere, Janek Hruschka
Mixed by Janek Hruschka
Master by Juan Camillo Escobar

Francos Pain - walking near - Single

You make me feel sick 

It’s kinda like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Close my eyes
don’t tell me what’s happening 
Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 


I know you don’t wanna ask 
I know you don’t wanna play that 
Make it so sad 
When you hear it on the playback 

Please don’t say that
Please don’t say that 
Ion wanna hear if you never ever came back 

You make me feel sick 

It’s like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

 I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Closin my eyes
don’t tell me what’s happening 

Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 




Yeah I know I make You sick 

Everyday layin here
Yeah it gets maddening 

you think I can’t feel it 


But It make me feel
 bad when you tell me all these sad things 

In a bad dream 
You won’t tell me what’s happening 
Battling these demons 
You can’t see when they attack me 
Grab me 
Take me to the bottom I’m crashing 
Out 
She a snake give me venom to my neck 
Right now 
But I love the way it feel 
Hope I never come down 
She a snake give me venom to my neck right now
But I love the way it feel 
Hope i never come down
But I love the way it feel 
 I love the way it feel

And You make me feel sick 

It’s kinda like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

 I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Closin my eyes
 don’t tell me what’s happening 
Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 

And you make me 
And You make me feel sick 

It’s kinda like I’m Caught in the middle of a bad dream 

 I know you feel it 

Why am I an asshole 

really what’s that mean 

Taking anything as a measure of distracting
Closin my eyes
 don’t tell me what’s happening 
Ion wanna know 
Ion wanna be that 
If you’re turning your back 
Then I’m fadin into black 

bad dream (Prod. QUITAll)

tame impala new person same old mistakes original version

Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes

Magoo

https://open.spotify.com/album/5EV8ukD6InkwLOaJuZRtmi?si=8s6ufOe5RS-5Ms11L1CGTA

Lyrics -

Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far
We started over, we both know how it goes in the end, I'm dying when you say so
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna break it, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far

Now I'm in a party, bout two months ago I'd be in your arms
Lil baby's scared of the dark, and now she's all alone
Hold on let me count these caps, you've had a point and a half
It's really hard not to laugh, but in the morning you'll be yelling and screaming and punching the walls

I'm trying to hold you, and help you, you break in the door
I gave you everything you asked, and you still left me on the doorstep
Should of listened when he said that you were dumb and you were worthless

Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far
We started over, we both know how it goes in the end, I'm dying when you say so
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna break it, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far

Don't talk to my face like that, you're kind of dead to me
Don't call my phone again, you're not ahead of me
I miss the old you, you hate her don't you
I wish you'd stuck to your head when you're supposed to

Talk to me straight, no riddle
Feel small like Stuart Little
Feel shit like Todoroki, you don't e really know me
You never really liked me, I just seemed enticing
I ain't tryna fuck with someone that I don't even know
We touching on the dance floor, hold up wait a minute
She pull me in we holding hands, this time I really feel it
I ain't feel love for a while, so what do I know
But all I'm saying is a see you when my eyes closed

Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far
We started over, we both know how it goes in the end, I'm dying when you say so
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna break it, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far

We really wouldn't, We really wouldn't
We really wouldn't get far
We really wouldn't, We really wouldn't
We really wouldn't get far

She said, I need a man, I wanna claw out his eyes
He'll do whatever I want, well at least for a while
You should buy him a drink for every line that you cross
So baby spin your web, my little spider of lies
She said, I want a car, but baby can't even drive
She want the wind in her hair, without the sun in her eyes

prod. peril <3 


Started Over

thank you all so much for listening <3<3<3

who is he too dumb
to miss out on fun
1, 2, 26, 50, 81
when is it now, where is the yellow grass

now that here here he rest 
all squeeze out
me who left
with my doubt

give a wave from up there to the petals in  the crowd

hey hi how can i take the damage off
this is
heavier than love
eclipse
catcher in the crop
oh well glitter on the gun

until i take the damage off
this is
happier than love
eclipse
catcher in the crop
oh well glitter on the gun

eclipse

Crumbling

Grafenberg’s debut full-length No Saints, No Proof is a hallucinatory collision of Anatolian psychedelia, dark electronic ritual, and surf-noir energy.
Ten tracks unravel like a midnight drive through shifting mirages: fuzz-saturated strings, trembling synths, hypnotic motorik drums, and a deep female voice bending between whispers and fire.

It is an album about memory and resistance — how glitches, ghosts, and fractured signals can become sacred. Ritual mantras (“Order Eats the Sun”, “Loom of Wires”) sit alongside spectral ballads (“Tape Ghost Mirage”, “VHS Desert Prayer”) and driving nocturnal anthems (“Motor Moon Communion”).

The sound is tactile, imperfect, and alive: warm compression, tape-delay halos, lo-fi grain.
For listeners of Gaye Su Akyol, Altın Gün, Tame Impala, and anyone seeking a darker, cinematic edge to psychedelic electronic music.

Order Eats the Sun

[Verse 1]
There’s a man on the corner with a jacket too big,
Counting the cracks like they’re notes on a grid.
He talks to the air like it’s something he trusts,
And the silence replies with a layer of dust.
“I’m not crazy, I’d rather be dead,”
The man said sternly to the voice in his head.
But the words fall flat, like a song out of tune,
While the sky hums softly with a paper-thin moon.

[Chorus]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides it in the fold of his smile,
Walking with the madness like a friend for a while.

[Verse 2]
He folds paper birds out of receipts in his hands,
Lets them all fly where the lamppost stands.
The world keeps spinning, but he stands still,
Wrapped in a blanket that the night can’t fill.
And when he laughs, it’s a fragile sound,
Like glass in the wind, falling down, down, down.
But he catches himself with a shake of his head,
Repeats that same phrase he already said.

[Chorus 2]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides in the hum of the night,
Holding hands with madness till the morning light.

[Bridge]
Maybe he’s broken, maybe he’s free,
Maybe he’s something I wish I could be.
Dancing with shadows, refusing the cure,
He says he’s not crazy—
But I’m not so sure.

[Final Chorus] 
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s gone, then he’s found in a world of his own,
Building quiet kingdoms where he’s never alone.

Paper Birds (feat. Nostalgia Boy)

I'm all about your shade tonight
i like ur tattoss
its excites me to the point of trembling

Mascara smears when you cries — but you laughs like you knew that would happen
I just like looking at your, even if you is silent and looks away
(that's you)
I like being your accessory, something you can use, throw away, put on again - I don't mind
I adore those black eyes, not because they are dark,
but because pain dissolves so beautifully in them

I'm all about your shade tonight
i like ur tattoss shade tonight
its excites me to the point of trembling

When your voice shatters in whispers,
I want to hold every broken piece in my chest,
let it cut me open, let it bleed out slow,
so you can see how devotion looks when it finally hurts enough.
Your lipstick tastes like rust,
but it burns sweeter than sugar when it cuts across my mouth.
(bleed into me, breathe into me)
I wanna your nails, I wanna your scars
I wanna the bruise where love pretends to hurt
i wanna ur eyes like collapsing stars
i wanna ur all cuz this only be mine

I'm all about your shade tonight
i like ur tattoss shade tonight
its excites me to the point of trembling
hu-uh





mascara

suicide party

Spotify @Lil$tyx and @$pr$tyx
$hadowholicRecords

Linktree below

FOLLOW?

Reach me @aidankendall3@gmail.com

bad dream (Prod. QUITAll)

lil$tyx($pr$tyx)

Recent comments

† HAP$KI †

Joe goldberg

Ali Khan kakar

Kromsat

Related tracks