Thoughts…

Foreign Exchange

12 Stout Street

Inca Ore / Grouper

Poison Tree

29BabyJ - iNTRO <Yves Tumor> *Soon Back On All Platforms*

I Don't Wanna Be Alone

I had worked on 日が続く m e l i s s a for a while now; I wanted the album to encount a single day in the life of an average person, but amplifies the subtleties that usually go unnoticed. It's probably garbage so I didn't get that message across but even so thank you so much for clickin!
- 18 DAYS

日が続く m e l i s s a

団結する b e a d

DIDN'T MAKE IT PAST 40: melancholy alternate ending FT. SAB3R 2

reuploaded not mine reuploaded not mine update i reuploaded this 1 year ago didn't know i would get this many views but thank you.

Kxrrvpt Interlinked

reuploaded not mine update i reuploaded this 1 year ago didn't know i would get this many views but thank you.

kxrrvpt it hurts so bad

холод (prod. ayobandz)

i just want to hold her

xQc corecore

https://songwhip.com/jettsett2/xqc-corecore

YouTube: https://youtu.be/bhGUCa9KGPc?si=iz9K4O_pncbi-ZE2

Original Video: https://youtu.be/Fydwp8Wbx8k?si=fgno4chrRm_4sGea

XQc Corecore

original - https://soundcloud.com/signcrushesmotorist/sign-crushes-motorist-better

originally recorded and produced by me and rose in my bedroom around halloween time:3
vocals, guitar and co-production by me
production, additional vocals, mix and master by @rosesleeves

better (sign crushes motorist cover)

i feel so lonely-kxrrvpt

From Here to Sky

Fck Nerve

not recommended for listening if you have suicidal thoughts. it's all in your head. It will be much better if you change your playlist. thanks

spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/40njHIBZY0OnjuKEPKC9pu?si=Dgpu5ZQ9RqGJrE62MYVpCw

if you need more of this you can follow me - https://www.instagram.com/lesmusicprod/

Lyrics: 

My footsteps tread
Lie low and lone the silent dead,
Beneath the turf, beneath the mould,
Forever dark, forever cold,
And my eyes cannot hold the tears
That memory hoards from vanished years
For Time and Death and Mortal pain
Give wounds that will not heal again,
Let me remember half the woe
I've seen and heard and felt below,
And Heaven itself, so pure and blest,
Could never give my spirit rest,
Sweet land of light! thy children fair
Know nought akin to our despair,
Nor have they felt, nor can they tell
What tenants haunt each mortal cell,
What gloomy guests we hold within,
Torments and madness, tears and sin!
Well, may they live in ectasy
Their long eternity of joy;
At least we would not bring them down
With us to weep, with us to groan,
No, Earth would wish no other sphere
To taste her cup of sufferings drear;
She turns from Heaven with a careless eye
And only mourns that we must die!

derealization

In My Restless Dreams, I See That Town

05 Where The Dandelions Roar

Death to the Pixies

Where Is My Mind?

repeat to yourself that they're not really gone
time has proven that fooling yourself into believing
a lie is the most effective way to deal with
things you have no control over

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you
overanalyse every single word you hear
"was this a sign that things were going wrong"
no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

stay up every single night staring at your phone
either attempting to gather up the courage to
turn these demons, these constant reminders of
your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream
or praying just for one second you could feel
the warmth of equally returned love

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself
always bring your notebook, never stop writing
leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip
watch them smile as you get in your car

always talk down on yourself whenever possible
my life is shit because i deserve it, right?
you must have done something real bad
its nearly impossible for you to cry now

avoid your friends for weeks even though
they're the only sense of consistency you have
left in your life, if they really wanted
to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love
watch as you begin to take a backseat to the
world around you, don't fight it
become a secondary character in your own motion picture

but most importantly drown every single one of
your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to
love the taste of it dripping down your throat
find comfort in the warmth coming from your
stomach, you're drinking bottled love now

you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness
you just needed to find a way to talk to it

Thoughts…

Eddiedawsonnn