artificial lucidity

A remix of Doku by Hakushi Hasegawa, with a great focus on breakcore and KITTY!!!

Hakushi Hasegawa - Doku (CATCORE Remix)

SPECTRE TUNEZ - Energetic electronic and videogame-y tunez for the outcasts and incasts. 6 tracks long.

Paradox Of Fiction

glitch heaven

Automaton Wanders Forever

Made this because the doku remix was pretty lazy and does not deserve the attention it got. also i just love this song
this video helped a little: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lB7-x6weqJc&ab_channel=LeoContreras

HAKUSHI HASEGAWA - Desert (CATCORE remix)

structure #e0fff3

Similar story to the first photo, this one is also sampling from the same place. This photo was extremely defective, no idea why, but it looks cool. The track is a bit more fun and bouncy, but it still leaves me feeling some anticipation for what's to come. What's to come for the next songs, or in my stupid little life? Who knows? This photo's probably the more excitable twin of the first two defects.
Temperature: cold
Flavor: milk chocolate with crunchy stuff inside

Photograph #2 (Brutalist Defect)

Finally, the end. The last picture was a dark defective one, but I'm fine with that. Nothing's perfect. The song itself went through a few revisions. First it was a sad piano waltz with some singing, before the piano transformed into the more fun sampling here. While the old idea was beautiful, I like this, and feel like it's a more fun way of closing things. Sure, it doesn't have the lame emo singing I wanted, but it gets across the weird sad vibe I wanted. So, that's it. I wonder where things will go after this?
Temperature: Cold
Flavor: Soda with ice

Photograph #8 (Dark Concrete)

This one was probably the photo with the most planning put into it. Yeah, that's my recorder playing and that's my singing too. I kinda wish I could've made my voice sound cuter, I kinda sound like a depressed guy. I wonder if you'll be able to make out the lyrics at all? Overall, this song feels kinda like what a party is like for a (probably) happy child. I sorta imagined it all with the spirit of lots of cute figures doing a ritual, dancing in circles around a giant heart-shaped stone. Ooh, that's the title!
Temperature: Cozy
Flavor: Gingerbread

Photograph #7 (Heart-Shaped Stone)

Finally, a photo that's actually sensical. Sensical, I like that word. This song reminds me a bit of my friends, since I took the picture while I was hanging out with them. I imagine I'd find this photo really nostalgic if this hallway was a place I'd been in as a child. At least the song sort of nails down that feeling for me. Fun fact: one of the major sounds here is just a squeaky table pitched down! Hopefully knowing that doesn't make the song funny.
Temperature: room temperature
Flavor: Warm apple cider

Photograph #4 (White Hallway)

I tried to take a picture of some vents on a ceiling, but it was far too dark. You can see a little bit of one tube. The song is a bit nothingish to me. I don't mean that negatively, it just evokes a feeling of intensity that I can't really nail down as any one specific emotion. The song makes me imagine a band of weirdos banging on trashcans to make rhythms. Perhaps I'm projecting, since I am that weirdo who hit a trashcan to make this.
Temperature: warm, a tiny bit humid
Flavor: stale water

Photograph #3 (Ventilation)

emo poetry as loud noise music

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dandelion

first finished vocal track ever, loudass house/digitalhardcore style. mixing is garbage but its fun. more to come in this style unless something happens

send me 2 the streets im done!
perfect fabric shell spending hours in the sun
im crafted well i dont know that ive never been young
wait until ur pleading 4 my smile like a drug
i stitch up all my wounds needles arent even a threat
tape n paper covers up the holes in my head
get me living with you even tho we just met
then throw 2 the curb when im getting useless

every1 just wanna
every1 just wanna
every1 just wanna
every1 just wanna watch me
vomit up my blood and see it on my face
my insides feeling empty and my looks r only bait
creeping on my phone calling every single day
its no work 2 please me guess im ez and for people thats enough
cptsd u love it bout me wtf?!
u picture me in padded cells, lookin like a slut?!
try 2 make me feel safe!
i can only feel ashamed!
turn me in like im ur project and ull get psychotic breaks!

u say its ok
ull make me get some rest
ull keep me high n happy
n ull keep me in ur bed
u grab and pull my hand
get me close
i just wanna go
HELP ME HELP ME I DON'T WANT TO DO IT!

every1 just wanna watch me
vomit up my blood and see it on my face
my insides feeling empty and my looks r only bait
creeping on my phone calling every single day
its no work 2 please me guess im ez and for people thats enough
cptsd u love it bout me wtf?!
u picture me in padded cells, lookin like a slut?!
try 2 make me feel safe!
i can only feel ashamed!
turn me in like im ur project and ull get psychotic breaks!

[wtf]
[lookin like a slut]
[safe]
[ashamed]

fix me!!

uploading the instrumental because im an insecure little freak and people might not wanna hear my voice... or maybe just appreciate all the work that went into the track or something REASONABLE like that

fix me!! (instrumental)

A song about getting so overwhelmed at a loud ass party/concert/rave to the point you want to cut your fucking ears off. Was originally gonna have lyrics but I figured out that they wouldn't work well...

DEAFEN

A story about a horror 
A double column eyesore
A damaged good as pictured 
Store-bought, glad you picked her, with 
the gift left on your doorstep
rewarding you, infected
Invisible, you think that 
Until you start seeing it

When you met last night
You put her to bed 
It stole your sight 
And fed her regret
And every time
You’re left looking down 
And if it’s bright
You turn her around 

Oh

A story about a horror 
A double column eyesore
A damaged good as pictured 
Store-bought, glad you picked her, with the nowhere where it comes from
Was that there yesterday?
… there’s no explaining 
Be what you want she’s failing 

When you met last night
You put her to bed 
It stole your sight
And fed her regret
And every time
You’re left looking down 
And if it’s bright
You turn her around 

(You saw me in my bedroom, ••• and ••• scattered on the •••. ••• the spaces in between •••. I had lied that •••, so why won’t you say •••?)

She found you late last night
You took her to bed 
It burned your eyes 
A thing she regrets 
Her God hates it 
You say it’s okay
But you feel sick
You’re running away

eyesore

visualizer: https://youtu.be/3KLhgNfb1Ng

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World Explodes Behind U

a song about falling through the walls of the house you live in


(hey)
(not real)
(i can't see)
(can't escape)

i can't escape
i'm buried in the grain
a ghost in a cage 
gone without a trace
i can't say i've won
i'll never understand
i didn't bleed enough
i don't know where i am
two-faced mask
it's the the way that i feel
your voice is in my head telling me im not real
i can't say i've woni'll never understandi didn't bleed enoughi don't know where i am
again, again
i don't know where iam
can't recognize the faces in the palms of my hands

Looking in the mirror for the real me
Looking in your eyes you see mine bleeding
Shifting spilling out like a fever dream
It closes like a door and you forget me

Floating in a sky below a basement
I'm feeling an emotion, I can't name it
Tearing, ripping, through all your faces
Games I'm playing feeding off my sapience
Never have I thought "I'm gonna miss you"
I'll never want you dead, I want a breakthrough
I wanna fix my body, yea there's that too
I wanna find a method to forget you
Looking in the mirror for the real meLooking in your eyes you see mine bleedingShifting spilling out like a fever dreamIt closes like a door and you forget me

out of bounds

A slow and fast song I made about a house burning down and someone who will never exist

(Oh my goodness, thanks for coming!)

Sometimes I ask, are my memories straight?
I’ve been confused since the day I went away
I know that time has passed, but has it passed today?
I’m here with you anyway

I watch you fade into the smoke 
If you’ll recover, I’ll never know 
I want to see you smiling on the other side
But you think you’re buried alive 

And I know what you wanna say
“We’re a family of addicts”
That’s how it goes
Ugh, that’s so like you
It’s all a joke to you
It’s all a fucking joke

Ugh
1, 2, 3, 4
You slam the gas, the rain shines in the sky
We can’t breathe til the fire finally dies
Watching streetlights pass,
I’m glad I’m free, for now 
Your house continues burning down

And as we drive your eyes are wide
(You’re asleep at the wheel, that’s how it seems)
I think of times I was by your side 
(I remember their memory like a dream)
You burn away and start again,
(You’re not the one who dropped the match)
Though, there is nothing below your skin anymore, no
(So please, just don’t forget)

(Good night!)

for a friend i'll never meet

i am a person(?) who likes making stuff here is my music

JNPR STYX

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