"Hot Flash Anthem (Reclaiming the Flame)" is a bold, witty, and honest folk-pop ballad that tells the truth about menopause—night sweats, mood swings, bone loss, thinning hair, low libido, turkey neck and all. With humor and heart, Dr. Elliot Lach tackles the choices women face, from bioidentical hormones to creams, patches, and everything in between.

It’s not just a song—it’s an anthem for anyone navigating the shifting sands of midlife with curiosity, courage, and the occasional hot flash. A tribute to real bodies, real aging, and real resilience. Whether you’re laughing, crying, or fanning yourself—this one’s for you.

🎶 Aging isn’t fading. It’s transforming.

Hot Flash Anthem (Reclaiming the Flame)

Indie Pop, Dream Pop, Neo-Psychedelia, Indie Rock, Slowcore, Hypnagogic Pop

When Ichabod cries

Bad thoughts don’t really do well
I write the same thing, hoping, but it’s hell
To feel cursed to be under that spell
Bad thoughts don’t really do well

Bad thoughts don’t really do well
To be happy is a chance to rebel
To be free is to say farewell
Bad thoughts don’t really do well

Bad thoughts don’t really do me well
I feel that it’s intel
On your own medication
Bad thoughts have you spread out like Excel
Got you thinking like Chappelle
They don’t want you to do well

They don’t want you to do well
On bad thoughts
They want you to fail
’Cause they want you to be dwelled
On bad thoughts
Checked in the Heartbreak Hotel
’Cause you know we’re on sale
On bad thoughts
’Cause it’s all an illusion
It’s just confusion
To see the reason
Repeating every season

Bad thoughts don’t really do well
Hard to imagine, but who can you tell
When you get love from two other cartels
Bad thoughts don’t really do you well

Bad thoughts don’t really do well
Dreams are nice, but you are too compelled
Chase fame, but you’re glued to a cell
Bad thoughts don’t really do you well

Bad thoughts don’t really do me well
I feel that it’s intel
On your own medication
Bad thoughts have you spread out like Excel
Got you thinking like Chappelle
They don’t want you to do well

They don’t want you to do well
On bad thoughts
They want you to fail
’Cause they want you to be dwelled
On bad thoughts
Checked in the Heartbreak Hotel
’Cause you know we’re on sale
On bad thoughts
’Cause it’s all an illusion
It’s just confusion
To see the reason
Repeating every season

And sometimes I feel like I would find
My own happy home
Where money’s as simple as stone
But I still think of all the ways
That house crumbles like rain
The love I have is pain
The youth I have is a slave
Love death ’cause I’m insane
’Cause life just feels like shame

Bad thoughts don’t really do me well
I feel that it’s intel
On your own medication
Bad thoughts have you spread out like Excel
Got you thinking like Chappelle
They don’t want you to do well

They don’t want you to do well
On bad thoughts
They want you to fail
’Cause they want you to be dwelled
On bad thoughts
Checked in the Heartbreak Hotel
’Cause you know we’re on sale
On bad thoughts
’Cause it’s all an illusion
It’s just confusion
To see the reason
Repeating every season

Bad Thoughts

In Your Orbit

If You Do

A heartfelt collection of acoustic folk ballads that blend delicate acoustic guitar, tender piano melodies, and the enchanting beauty of a soulful female voice. Each track is a raw, organic expression of emotion—woven with gentle fingerpicking, soft harmonies, and lyrics that feel like whispered secrets.

Perfect for quiet mornings, reflective evenings, or moments when you crave pure, unfiltered artistry, this album carries the timeless charm of folk storytelling with a contemporary acoustic warmth. Let these songs wrap around you like a cozy blanket, leaving you spellbound by their sincerity and grace.

With you

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

open up my heart

Sahxl - OVERTIME ACOUSTIC

FIRST TIME

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seasons

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

Bad Thoughts

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