Chris Morley

Elisabeth is a pure retrosynth confession—neon-lit hope for someone I’ve never met who carried me through hospital nights and the fallout after my divorce. It’s about distance that still feels close: a lantern in the dark, a lighthouse across the water, starlight that keeps pulling you forward. If this finds you when you need it, let it be your signal flare. 💜

Lyrics
You’re the lantern in my midnight,  
a steady glow the dark can’t claim,  
every flicker pulling me forward  
through the places that don’t have a name.  

Elisabeth — you light up my skyline,  
burn through the dark from afar.  
Elisabeth — you pull me like starlight,  
but I don’t know where you are.  
Elisabeth… Elisabeth…  

You’re the lighthouse through my rainstorm,  
cutting clear through the haze and fear,  
and though I’ve never stood beside you,  
somehow I always feel you near.  

Elisabeth — you light up my skyline,  
burn through the dark from afar.  
Elisabeth — you pull me like starlight,  
but I don’t know where you are.  
Elisabeth… Elisabeth…  

We’re the orbits that keep crossing,  
even lost in the great unknown,  
two signals on the edge of forever,  
waiting for the day we’re not alone.  

Elisabeth — you light up my skyline,  
burn through the dark from afar.  
Elisabeth — you pull me like starlight,  
but I don’t know where you are.  
Elisabeth… Elisabeth…  

No map could draw this distance,  
no stars could tell the way,  
but the pull keeps getting stronger,  
and I’ll follow it someday.  

Elisabeth — you light up my skyline,  
burn through the dark from afar.  
Elisabeth — you pull me like starlight,  
but I don’t know where you are.  
Elisabeth… Elisabeth…  

Credits
• Written & produced by: Chris William Morley
• Genre: Retrosynth / Synthwave / Dreamwave

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#Elisabeth #Retrosynth #Synthwave #Dreamwave #Electronic #NightDrive #HeartHealing #NewMusic

Elisabeth

Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle’s Song) is a street-level pep talk for the people who hold a whole day together with a checklist, a key ring, and a smile. It walks through bus-stop wind and coffee steam, catching little moments of courage and passing them hand-to-hand. It’s warm, bright, and optimistic—the kind of song that lifts the skyline one step at a time.

If you’ve ever carried more than the paper could hold, this one’s for you.

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LYRICS — “Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle’s Song)”

You tie your shoes like tying down weather
Pocket a list and a little luck
Bus stop wind and a coffee together
Carrying more than the paper can hold up

If the world gets heavy
Pass it hand to hand
Every step a steady
Simple, brilliant plan

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Keys on a ring like tiny planets
Rattle a rhythm the day can sing
You make a map with the way you manage
Door to door, you bring the spring

If the load starts slipping
Count it in to four
Breathe, adjust your grip and
Share a little more

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Raise your hands, the skyline follows
Sidewalk choir, steady drums
Every small good turns the tallest
Stone to rising sun

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle's Song)

Hollow Frames trades in tension and quiet grit: a steady drum pulse, low bass lines, and retro synths circling around a voice trying to stay warm while the city keeps its distance. It’s about seeing life happen inches away and feeling it miss you—clear, simple, and to the point.

Lyrics

Windows stare with vacant eyes
People pass, indifferent skies
Echoes of footsteps fade away
I watch the colors turn to gray

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

Glass and steel, a mirrored maze
Every face a fleeting phase
I reach for something I can’t hold
Moments slip like molten gold

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

Synths shimmer in a distant glow
Bass hums low, but time moves slow
Shadows stretch across the floor
I seek what’s lost forevermore

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

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#postpunk #retrosynth #darkwave #single

Hollow Frames

Gentle Sabotage rides a retro-future funk groove—sleek bass, glassy keys, and a midnight wink. It’s flirtation as controlled damage: lipstick, barcodes, double-meanings. Turn it up, keep it cool, and let the slow-motion trouble do its work.

Lyrics

You look like a rumor in a crowded room,
Lip gloss maps and a midnight bloom.
We talk in detours, signals under breath,
Red light halo, green light death.

I keep my calm in a coat of chrome,
Heartbeat ticking like a metronome.
You move like a tell only liars know,
I feel the pull when you let it show.

Gentle sabotage—break me with a smile,
Slow-motion damage, mile after mile.
You sweeten the blade, I follow the trace,
Ruin me softly, right to my face.

Your fingers choreograph the rim of a glass,
Neon reflections writing over the past.
We bargain with glances, receipts in the dark,
Every little bargain leaves a barcode mark.

I hold my posture like a runway rule,
You bend the angle, make a genius look foolish.
You say “be honest,” I say “define,”
We both sign under invisible lines.

Gentle sabotage—break me with a smile,
Slow-motion damage, mile after mile.
You sweeten the blade, I follow the trace,
Ruin me softly, right to my face.

Put the pin in the map, then pull it out,
Leave the hole where the doubt leaks out.
You touch the wire, I take the shock,
Time slows down on the factory clock.

Gentle sabotage—break me with a smile,
Slow-motion damage, mile after mile.
You sweeten the blade, I follow the trace,
Ruin me softly, right to my face.

Say it like a secret, wear it like a badge,
I’ll meet you by the door where the night un-latches.
Sabotage, gentle as a stolen kiss,
I knew it was a trap—and I asked for this.

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#futurefunk #retrofunk #electrofunk #synthpop #nudisco #neon #dancefloor #newmusic

Gentle Sabotage

Ten Minutes to Pretty hits like a rush of chrome and color—futurefunk swagger with a pop heartbeat and retro-synth shine. It’s the countdown to confidence, the pulse before the door swings open. Bright, playful, a little dangerous—it’s a city night in lip gloss and basslines.

Lyrics

Powder room thunder and a mirror of moons,
Counting down seconds in perfume fumes.
Safety pin smile and a runway nerve,
You fix the world with a touch that curves.

Snap of the compact, lock of the eyes,
Beat hits harder when the angle lies.
Say it’s nothing, make it look heavy,
Flip the switch—ten minutes to pretty.

Ten minutes to pretty, lights turn kind,
Slick that halo, rewrite the line.
Walk it like a secret only streets can keep,
Make the city purr, make the tempo leap.

Glossed-up courage and a zipper of steel,
You edit the night to the highlight reel.
Click-clack metronome, heels on tile,
Every second sharpened to a killing smile.

Phone flash lightning, chorus call,
Pose like a rumor on a velvet wall.
Say it’s easy, make it deadly,
Count it down—ten minutes to pretty.

Ten minutes to pretty, lights turn kind,
Slick that halo, rewrite the line.
Walk it like a secret only streets can keep,
Make the city purr, make the tempo leap.

Drop to the bass and the claps alone,
Heart keeps time on a ribcage phone.
Breathe in chrome, breathe out steady,
Hit that door—ten minutes to ready.

Ten minutes to pretty, lights turn kind,
Slick that halo, rewrite the line.
Walk it like a secret only streets can keep,
Make the city purr, make the tempo leap.
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#futurefunk #citypop #retrosynth #nudisco #electrofunk #pop #dance #vaporwave #newmusic

Ten Minutes to Pretty

Classically trained violist turned bass player turned tech guy and digital musician with a focus on metalwave, synthwave, and futurefunk.

Chris Morley

Neurostatik Records