Copy of Indie Rock Run

cielo <3

Asian eyes

He walks in light
A shining flame
A spark ignites just at his name
No need for stars when he's around
His laugh alone's the sweetest sound

His eyes are oceans
Deep and wide
I lose myself
No place to hide
Each glance he throws
My heart's on fire
He is my dream
My one desire

He is the guy I want
My call
He is my love
He is my all
Through every storm
Through every fall
He lifts me up
He stands so tall

No need for diamonds
Gold
Or fame
His love is worth more than a name
The world may spin
But he's my ground
With him
My joy knows no bound

His touch is soft
His heart is kind
A treasure rare
So hard to find
In his embrace
I find my peace
A love like his will never cease

He is the guy I want
My call
He is my love
He is my all
Through every storm
Through every fall
He lifts me up
He stands so tall


I Lose Myself

the meaning of life is as follows.....try really hard at whatever it is you want to do and then die

That's What People Do

Indie Pop, Dream Pop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo- Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Indie, Alternative

judy jugendstil (green eye)

“Старий поглянув на безмежний простір моря й збагнув, який він тепер самотній. Проте побачив він і райдужні відсвіти в темній товщі води, й туго напнуту жилку, що зникала в глибині, й дивне коливання тихої морської гладіні. Тепер і над морем скупчувались хмари, віщуючи пасат, а глянувши вперед, старий побачив табун диких качок, що летіли над водою, чітко вирізняючись на тлі неба,— на якийсь час їх обриси неначе затуманювались, тоді знов ставали чіткі,— і він зрозумів, що людина в морі ніколи не буває самотня.”

Ти мені подобаєшся (Bonus track)


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

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Messy [Nostalgia Mix] "Free Download"

LST-137 REBECCA SCHIFFMAN "BEFORE THE FUTURE" CASSETTE TAPE

Rebecca Shiffman is a singer-songwriter based in Los Angeles via NYC. Her newest record, Before The Future, is set to release on July 25th, 2025. Her first since her self titled album in 2016. Includes contributions from Chris Cohen, Sasami Ashworth, and many more.

Edition of 100 cassettes.

Rebecca Schiffman "Little Mr. Civility" music video
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Vq-NJIdNho

Before the Future

Little Mr Civility

Spotify

Despiértame en la Luna!

Dreaming About You

UNDERWATER

Sometimes we lose ourselves
Trying to please people
Trying to fit into places
That don't belong to us, don't fit us

We fragment ourselves too much
For so little, so little
I don't want to be and act like this anymore
Fragmenting and losing myself

Quiet desperation is trying to please
Living in search of approval
That means nothing, nothing for us
Quiet desperation makes us fall
Quiet, quiet desperation

Makes us fall
Quiet, quiet 

Honestly, I don't care at all
If you like me or not
That's your problem
If you like my sound or not
That's your problem	
I just want to be okay with myself

We fragment ourselves too much
For so little, so little
I don't want to be and nothing for us

Quiet desperation makes us fall
Quiet, quiet desperation 
Makes us fall
Quiet, quiet 

Honestly, I don't care at all
If you like me or not
That's your problem
If you like my sound or not
That's your problem	
I just want to be okay with myself

Quiet Desperation

Won't it be great when we all have our own spaceships, and can take a trip into space?

Planet Life

Celestial Whispers

Thick Clay Bog

Got My Goal In My Sight II

✦ Bandcamp: https://cruft.bandcamp.com
✦ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/41pnowvb5PaMHZkoWDvotS?si=BJHUq7VITda_x1o9TbVHRQ

Cruft is what happens when two long-time music friends – Bengt Stenhammar and Per Åsberg – hit record, ignore genre boundaries, and drink a bit too much coffee (or whisky, depending on the time of day). Occasionally, Caroline Sparrhammar joins in to add a much-needed touch of vocal elegance.

Every track is usually written and recorded from scratch in a single intense session – usually under 16 hours. The result? Often a surprise to us too.

We don’t stick to one style because we don’t feel just one thing. Some feelings need distorted guitars. Others demand synths, brass sections or a whispered groove. Cruft is our way of staying honest – musically and emotionally.

AI sometimes helps us shape the sound, but the madness is entirely ours.

🎶 Expect the unexpected – and don’t try to box us in.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruft

Dreaming About You

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