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SILVERLINING


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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Despiértame en la Luna!

Mean Time

Fake Plastic Trees

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative

vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife)

Beauty is Empty

[Verse 1]
My world was once a sapphire shade of blue,
The sky above was honest—lines all true.
You came alive like ivy on cold stone;
Now emerald vines grow where I roam.

[Pre-Chorus]
As I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your voice—but it’s just memory,
A flicker buried out of sight.

[Chorus]
My favorite color now has turned to green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
You wore it soft, like dawn behind the rain—
Now it clings to me like barnacles on pain.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Verse 2]
In misty fields, I walk alone.
Green shadows flicker where we called home.
My hands once reached for skies of blue,
But every touch now leads back to you.

[Pre-Chorus – Variation]
And I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your laugh—but it’s just memory,
A pale star lost in fading light.

[Chorus – Variation]
My favorite color now is verdigris green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
I trace your pulse through every leaf—
Each is a wound that time won’t relieve.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Bridge – Crescendo]
I am a broken shadow still,
Scarred by sapphire, torn by green’s chill.
Yet in the quiet, faint echoes weave—
Your soul rides on the autumn breeze.

[Final Chorus – Reprise]
My favorite color now is haunted green—
Fused with my sapphire past into teal.
It binds our fractured echoes in between—
A wounded heart that only time can heal.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on… heart still beating.

[Outro – Coda]
A wounded heart that only time can heal,
My favorite color now is haunted teal.

———

A post-punk elegy where color becomes memory. Haunted Green traces the shift from sapphire skies to verdigris shadows—woven with baritone vocals, haunting guitars, and a pulse that refuses to die. It’s the sound of grief painted on the soul’s canvas.

“Haunted Green” weaves past and present into one wounded spectrum. It’s an elegy for transformation, where sorrow and memory blend until they become the very essence of who we are.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Alternative Ballad 
Key: D Major
BPM: 119
Time Signature: 4/4

———

Artist: Kareem Tyler 
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved. 

Light

Haunted Green

Headless Horseman

Tall Tales style remix of a Moby track from mobygratis.com - made with Suno v4.5

Team

latest upload: 16 july 2025, 2:24 AM

file: flora cash - catastrophic (14 july - catastrophic, you're fuckin G# minor to E) studio bounce 3, 15 july 2025

lyrics:

you chew me up…
you chew me up and spit me out
i’m tired of seeing what you’ve done
i’m tired of seeing what you won’t
i’m tired of living in your home 

i’m tired of living in your heart 
i’m tired of being what you won’t
i’m tired of being what you found  
oh oh oh oh oh oh

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking  

stop…
being what i need
stop trying to appease
stop being who i love 
stop being who i love 

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you want

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking…  


you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic

CATASTROPHIC

"Love Is Danger" is a poignant fusion of indie rock, dream pop, and psychedelic pop, delving into the tumultuous nature of love, regret, and enduring connection. This track explores the internal conflict of wanting to love deeply yet fearing commitment, ultimately realizing the profound cost of holding back. It's a raw, emotional narrative of a love that, despite past missteps, refuses to fade.

The song crafts a captivating atmosphere with lush, echoing synth pads and expressive, reverb-drenched guitars that convey both longing and introspection. A steady, driving rhythm section underpins the track, pushing the narrative forward while maintaining a dreamy, atmospheric quality. Vocals (if present) should be heartfelt and earnest, drawing listeners into the emotional core of the lyrics, "You are the spark I can't forget / The hurt I carry with regret."

"Love Is Danger" is perfect for moments of quiet reflection, evoking the bittersweet memories of past choices and the enduring power of true affection.

City of Loneliness

Love Is Danger

Wanderer "Love is danger"

alt-Pop, Indie Pop, Dreampop, Downtempo, Chamber Pop

Alice Starr

Te rappelles-tu quand tu te rappelais d’avant la vie
Le paraît-il temps où tu ne savais pas la mort

Te souviens-tu l’odeur de ton premier souvenir
Le parfum du bonheur de ton dernier fou rire

Te reviennent-ils ces ça farte qu’on essayait de casser
Le paraître des heures où on savait jouer

Te rappelles-tu que tu te rappelais d’avant la vie
Te souviens-tu l’odeur de ton premier souvenir

Le paraît-il temps où tu ne savais pas la mort
Le parfum du bonheur de ton dernier fou rire

Avant d’être emportée
Avant d’être retournée
Dans les étoiles
Sans les et toi

Te rappelles-tu cette paresse
Que l’ivresse de la mort
Toute cette tendresse
Que la caresse du sort

Te rappelles-tu cette paresse
Dans les étoiles
Que l’ivresse de la mort
T’avait redonné

Toute cette tendresse
Sans les et toi
Que la caresse du sort
T’avait transporté

Mean Time

Dreamerism

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