This song should be illegal, it's extremely catchy.   Don't listen to it.   It goes like this.

It Goes Like This

I Lost My Keys Again

A quiet unraveling. A memory, maybe. Or maybe just a loop.
"Didn’t Happen" is a lo-fi indie track about forgetting what you can’t face—then pretending it was never real.

🎧 Stream everywhere: https://youtu.be/PoSsb-773q4
📦 Featuring: cracked mirror, purple phone, analog clock, and one pair of muddy shoes.

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Didn't Happen

Undo is a lo-fi pop song about the emotional weight of regret—how we replay past mistakes, even though we can't go back. It's intimate, melodic, and honest, with layered male/female vocals that echo the feeling of wishing you could rewind time. The music video is gaining traction on YouTube, with thousands of views and a growing fanbase drawn to its vulnerable vibe. This track resonates with anyone who's lived through the 'what ifs' and come out the other side.

I replay the night in static

“Undo” is a 2:42 acoustic indie-pop duet built around finger-picked guitar, rimshot snare, and two interwoven vocal leads—male and female—trading verses and harmonizing through an emotionally direct chorus. With a tempo just over 100 BPM, it maintains urgency without sounding rushed. The production is minimalist but detailed: natural room tone, tape-style lo-fi artifacts, and subtle glitchy reverses create movement without crowding the core melody.

"My Uber Driver Is Still Talking to Me" is a lo-fi calypso confessional wrapped in surreal realism. Over dusty percussion and a sway-heavy groove, a quietly overwhelmed narrator drifts in and out of focus while their Uber driver offers unsolicited wisdom, life advice, and personal history. The song blends dry humor with genuine emotional undertow — mundane conversation becomes a vehicle for existential daydreams, subtle judgment, and fleeting connection. Anchored by a sticky, onomatopoeic hook (“oh, oh oh oh / why’s this car moving so slow”), the track slowly unfolds like a ride you didn’t mean to take but somehow needed. It's bratty, poetic, and uncomfortably honest — every road a sentence, every word a window.

My Uber Driver Is Still Talking To Me

A rhythmic slow-burn about habit, identity, and the performance of connection. Over a lo-fi groove with calypso bones, a woman narrates her daily café ritual — all surface, no risk — until a barista calls her out. Spoken word, quiet swagger, layered percussion, and just enough bite to sting.


click-ka, hiss-ka, ding — the usual   (Remastered)

A dark, seductive dance track where every beat tells the truth words can’t. Built for movement, tension, and release, Say It With Your Body blends deep rhythm with emotional heat. Let the drop hit first—and let the feeling hit back.

Produced for choreography, performance, and repeat plays.
Lyrics: Stella Cool
Cover art: AI-assisted photoreal + hand-drawn hybrid

Say it with your body

Learn to shuffle or you simply cannot dance to this song.

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