Indie Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Jangle Pop, Synth-Pop

Burn after reading

Sadly So Sad

Matthew Heller’s latest record, Criticism, Judgement, Heartbreak, and Peril, marks a significant moment in his evolution as an artist—a point where his self-reflection meets his bold commitment to examining the complexities of the human experience. These songs dig into themes of growth, discomfort, and a deep yearning for connection. It’s a raw and honest exploration of what it means to wrestle with one’s place in the world, and how to navigate a life filled with contradictions. Heller isn’t afraid to face the uncomfortable truths head-on, whether it’s his own struggles or the broader issues he contemplates. Each song on the record invites the listener to join him on this journey, to reflect alongside him, and to find resonance in shared human experience.

Matthew Heller - Miss Conjecture

Tangerine Soul

Written and produced by © Don Minolta // Minolta Records
Artist: earcane

I’ve got something to say
While we’re waiting around
I hear the silence in the season
Just a little too loud

Daddy tried, momma cried
And the government spied 
And the people were alive
‘Till the trumpet sang
Just a little too loud

And we heard it 
‘round the world
Like a pin drop
Down mmmm
Na na na

Take a stand 
Wash your hands
From the blood and the brand
I hear the silence 
Through the screams
Just a little too loud

We were low 
And the crows
started buzzing around
And the rumors seemed
To carry through the scene
Just a little too loud

And we heard it 
‘Round the world
Like a pin drop 
Down ooooooooh
Na na na

Like a pin drop
Down
Like a pin drop 
Down
Like a pin drop
Down 
Like a pin drop

Down

Like a Pin Drop

An addictive downtempo flow with fitting female vocals. A perfect driving song.

Go Fast

Lyrics,Produced, Music, All instruments by Nakita Demir.Vocal Arrangements,Vocals,
Mixing,Mastering,Engineering,Recorded, etc 
Powered By Nb Nakita for Nb Nakita Productions


GOlden Kisses

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Lyrics:

She really likes to dance
She really likes to groove
She's a spinning top
She likes to stir things up
You could say she really likes to move

She really likes to funk
She likes to shake her shoes
You can't stop her
She's a real hip hopper
You could say she likes to break the rules

She's gonna tear it up
She likes to twist and twirl
She's the working class
She'll kick the bosses arse
You could say sh'es going to change the world

She's gonna shake it up
And when the tables turn
We're gonna dance all night
We're gonna shine so bright
As empires fall, and new stars burn

If you like this version, please listen to the instrumental version as well.
https://soundcloud.com/chris-breen-511956595/she-really-likes-to-dance-1


She Really Likes to Dance

Listen to the music

Are we done tell me now, I forgot don’t know how, girl I need to know. What we talked, talked about, was it love was it doubt, are we in or out. 

Should I leave, to keep my heart from breaking, am I confused upon the words I’m saying, is this love or just the fear I’m facing, in the end.

Are we strangers, or did we just forget our names, are we strangers, will we ever call again.

Was it truth, was it a lie, did I miss all the signs, I think I’m falling behind. Now I’m stuck in my head, replay all the things we said laying in my bed.

Did we fall or were we just pretending Was it real or just a phase that’s ending Are we broken or too scared too feel the pain

Are we strangers, or did we just forget our names, are we strangers, will we ever call again.

Strangers

Burnley rain. October grey.
Billy Hamilton stares at his cold chips, steam on the café glass, thinking:
"Thursday, 1 July 1982… Madrid… sunny, sweaty, glorious." 🌞

He scored five goals for Northern Ireland his entire career — FIVE —
but two of them came in one mad afternoon against Austria.
Two goals so big, he’s basically been living inside them ever since.

This song?
It’s not just music.
It’s a jangle-pop time machine with post-punk legs,
taking you straight back to that day when Belfast roared,
Austria fell, and Billy’s socks smelled like destiny.

🎸 Expect:
• Jangle guitars looping like Billy’s goal replays 🎶
• Post-punk basslines sweating under the Madrid sun 🥁
• A chorus louder than 10,000 Belfast fans with sunburns yelling:

“NORTHERN IRELAND! NORTHERN IRELAND!”

And yes, Billy had plans:
Not an Irish pub.
A Northern Irish pub.
In Vienna. Or Graz. With Belfast stout on tap,
where every jukebox is stuck on track one: “Billy Hamilton 2 – Austria 2 (in his dreams)”. 🍺

Press play.
Feel the heat.
Taste the stout.
And join Billy whispering to an empty room:
"Austria… I’ll be back for you…”

Lyrics:

Burnley rain, October grey,
Billy’s chips are cold on the tray,
Steam on the glass, the paper’s thin,
Spain ‘82 keeps pulling him in.

Madrid heat, the crowd, the noise,
Two little goals for the Belfast boys,
Only five in green his whole career,
But these two shine, sharp and clear.

Every night, the same old frame,
A Spanish pitch, the Irish name,
Austria falling, the dream alive,
For ninety minutes — Belfast survived…

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Five little goals in a lifetime long,
But two still sing like an old terrace song,
He sees the bar, the polished wood,
A Northern Irish pub where the pints taste good.

Not Dublin whiskey, not London gin,
Belfast stout where the dreams begin,
Maybe Vienna, maybe Graz,
Billy laughs, tips his glass.

The lights fade, but the crowd’s still loud,
A thousand faces, a sea of proud,
Billy whispers to the empty room:
“Austria, I’ll be back for you…”

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Oh-oh-oh…
Billy boy, Billy boy,
Two goals to build a life on!

She Really Likes to Dance

Chris Breen

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