A journey of empowerment with her new single, "Need In My Chest." Born from personal experiences of high anxiety and the yearning for love and safety, this song serves as a sanctuary for overcoming anxiety. Through heartfelt lyrics and dynamic production from Jasper Trim and friend's co writer’s Merrick Winter and Jonny Aky, it offers solace and strength, reminding us of our resilience in the face of adversity. Let "Need In My Chest" be your anthem of empowerment as you navigate the complexities of anxiety and embrace the journey towards healing and self-discovery.

Need In My Chest

19-7-2025


People who hate low traffic neighbourhoods
Drive massive 4x4s because they think that they should
They do all their shopping in retail parks
Dump their Mcdonalds without regard 

They can't walk further than 20 yards
As they waddle back to their massive cars
And they tarmac their front gardens to park                     
Their fleet of motors in a pathetic arc 

Then they claim they want England
To look like it did
Before they wrecked it! 
With my sarcasm on hold
That is pretty bold of them 

They yearn for bobbies on bicycles in pretty towns
Clean streets and friendly communities without a frown
And don't we all want that?
But the rich pay no tax

454. they claim they want england to look like it did (harding).mp3

Produced and programmed by Julian Maramieri 
Written by Adrian "Addy"
Recorded at Oalanka Studios 2.0 
Released by Sequenz Frequenz Records

Systems Science

Systems Science (Addy Version)

Nostromo - Systems Science (Addy Version)

Exile

Written and Produced by Tottery in Ableton/FL Studio.
Splice vocals.
Track art by Avesun.

Glow Pilot Jumps the Ship

Mahan Mahan is responible for the orchestration and mix(coverart)
TexMex Shaman on electric guitar and Mastering(coverart)
the poem and voice by stonerjazz(coverart)
 
the nature of their being by jeff gardiner 

 ponder and ponder if you wanna
speculations bout meanings and measures and structure
of time and the present
and yet it remains completely unknown
made no dent in the fabric
of monstrous illusion
collusion of unseen forces
nibbling away with whispers
while meekly we, perish, never knowing
what we're feeding
believers believing bleeding rivers of remorse
and of course, the horses don;t ponder for a moment
the nature of their being--

Feelings of Contemporary - Scilent Symphony and EnigmaCurry

EnigmaCurry