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Both at Once

Anterograde is the 12th and final song on the Phasedrift Album. Sweet melodies and lyrics interplay in this song, leading to a climactic conclusion to the collection of songs.

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Anterograde

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A brooding, poetic lament for justice lost and voices forgotten.
“Dark Horizons” conjures the shadowy alleys of Chancery Lane and echoes of the broken legal system through haunting lyrics and minimalist instrumentation. A meditation on guilt, memory, and buried truths, this piece unfolds like a ghost story whispered in candlelight—a voice trembling through marbled halls, seeking justice in the silence.

Step into a world where fog shrouds the truth and sorrow clings like chains. Dark Horizons is a haunting, narrative-driven ballad weaving together themes of grief, injustice, and the relentless erosion of hope. With vivid lyrical imagery—“sightless justice,” “a mother’s guilt,” and “a lover’s ghost”—this track channels the bleak poetry of Dickensian London with emotional weight and stark beauty. At its core lies the figure of Esther, a fragile light in a world of fading dreams and unburied shame. Perfect for listeners drawn to atmospheric storytelling and raw emotional depth.

Dark horizons

We Don't Talk Anymore

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what’s it gonna take to get you home

Get It Right 2

You left your hoodie in my Civic again
Still smells like chlorine and unsaid things
I watched the moths attack my porch light
And thought, yeah, that’s probably love

Your voicemail's just a sigh and two seconds of wind
I saved it anyway

I built a shrine from Busch Light cans and dead cassette tape
Tuned my heart to open D and watched it snap
You always said I cared like a forgotten state
So I drew your name in dust on the welcome mat

There’s an opossum in the gutter again
He’s got your stare and my old shoes
I tried to name him something tragic
But he just hissed and chewed through the past

Every love song sounds like dial-up now
Just waiting for it to connect

I built a drum from all our shared anxieties
Kicked it gently ‘til my ankle cracked
You told me once that grief’s a Midwestern breeze
Soft, humid, and impossible to track

I carved our breakup date into a pizza box
Then used it as a sled on your old hill
Your dad saw me, said, “she’s not coming back, bud”
I just nodded and slid straight into the creek

All my flannel shirts are starting to molt
I guess I am too

I wrote our names in ketchup on a paper plate
Left it out for raccoons and abstract fate
You were always better at abstract things
Like feelings, and taxes, and how not to wait

And if I call you from the Kwik Trip payphone
Don’t pick up — just let it ring
I’ll leave a whisper in the static
Something small. Something Midwest. Something with wings.

The corn is listening, anyway
And so’s your cat, probably

I stacked old zines like bricks around my grief
Lit 'em up with a Bic and some unsent tweets
You always knew how to say things sweet and bleak
I just mumble in 3/4 time and leave


We Only Cuddle During Tornado Warnings

“Gone but Not Forgotten” is a tender, soul-baring ballad about the ache of loss and the desperate hope to keep a loved one alive in memory. With haunting verses and an emotional chorus, the song drifts through empty rooms, quiet nights, and unspoken prayers—painting a vivid portrait of grief that lingers long after someone is gone.

Delicate imagery—like a whisper in the wind, a lone candle flickering in the rain, and an empty chair where laughter once lived—wraps the listener in a sense of intimate sorrow. The repeated refrain, “You’re gone, but not forgotten,” becomes both a lament and a vow: a promise that love endures beyond silence and absence.

Set to a gentle yet stirring melody, this song is a cathartic companion for anyone carrying the weight of remembrance and the unhealed wound of a missing voice in their life. It’s a quiet anthem for sleepless nights, a whispered prayer for solace, and a reminder that even in the deepest shadows, love does not fade.

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We Didn’t Say Goodbye

Somebody else's song

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