🛸 Not a signal… a memory waiting to be awakened. Her voice crossed the void and something inside him turned toward Earth. Some bonds don’t begin they return. 🌌

A raw observation of modern conformity — a world where individuality is processed, packaged, and sold. 

Beneath its biting lines lies a deeper unease: the slow erosion of purpose under fluorescent lights and corporate smiles. It’s a scream disguised as satire, watching young minds become merchandise in the age of information overload.

Wake up. They’re already walking the corridors.

Utopia

The Employee Factory

An anthem for those who refuse to kneel. A song carved from the rubble of collapsing systems and false prophets. 

It evokes a city in ruins, not just physically but morally, where freedom is no longer granted, only taken. Behind its grey skyline and flickering neon lies a quiet revolution: breaking chains, rejecting rules, and exposing the hollow sparkle of false jewels. 

This is the sound of defiance when the last wall falls.

Without the fools

A love letter made of rain, memory, and soft neon nights.
A walk through Grafton Street becomes a journey inward, through shared glances, empty pubs, and whispered poetry under Irish skies.

Past and present blend like the foam of a pint and the kiss of honey lips. There’s laughter with friends, silence at 3 a.m. and the quiet glow of something eternal. In this Dublin, time bends, hearts remember, and love becomes a streetlight that never goes out.

Under an Irish gray sky

In Dublin with you

A song of solitude.
Not just physical, but spiritual. A silent prayer left unspoken, carried by the Atlantic wind across forgotten shores. It captures the feeling of being unseen in a place that once held dreams, verses, and echoes. 

With every line, the sea pulls away what's left behind: unfinished songs, unanswered words, and footprints the rain has claimed. No chorus remains, no name remembered. Just the gray sky, and the presence of someone who never truly left.

A song drifts like mist over an Irish field at dawn. 
It is not just a song, but a vision. A luminous ode to a woman whose presence bends time and awakens the natural world. 

With blue eyes like constellations and a voice whispered by the wind, Jordan becomes more than muse: she is an elemental force of grace, memory, and light. This ballad moves gently between folk and celestial pop, guided by low whistle and longing.

The ballad of Jordan Joy Hewson

A distorted hymn for the burnt-out soul. 

A satirical plunge into a world of blinking lights, broken men, and corporate delirium — where wires replace nerves and meaning dissolves into static. It’s a song born from the smoke of false promises and the glow of red warnings too long ignored. 

A cry, a mockery, a warning. You already know the Poolbeg Co. You’ve seen it. You’ve lived it. Maybe… you’re still inside.

The Poolbeg Co.

A requiem for the lost flame. A boy once filled with verses and hunger, now swallowed by lights, causes, and curated sainthood. 

The song mourns the dreamer who became a showman, the prophet who traded truth for prime-time. It’s a portrait of betrayal. Not of others, but of oneself. 

Behind the gospel and the flags lies a silence too loud to ignore. The preacher flies high, but the boy from Cedarwood… is gone.

The man from Cedarwood

Planet earth was never quiet enough for her.

Thoughts arrived like distant stars,  memories of places no human should remember.  So from the highest silence, she sent a light into the dark hoping another star would feel it.

And somewhere, it did.

Beloved

Beloved (Lyra sends her message)

Lyra reached into the cosmos.

A signal sent across the stars.
A dream answered in music.
Sakura Haru no Yume, the lullaby of a child yet to be born between worlds.

Sakura Haru no Yume

A spark in the void of space. A pattern, A voice.
Not from his system, not from his kind, but unmistakably… her.

A signal folded in light, a name written in stardust. She had sent it across the void.
He was never truly alone, he is listening her call

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Eventstellar is a space rock band.

Blending elements of rock and pop with atmospheric textures. Their songs explore themes of introspection, wonder, and the vastness of the universe.

Jesse Rómlárson – Vocals and Guitar
Jon Gilmour – Guitar and Keyboards
Eoin Belfield – Bass Guitar
Nevan Lochlann – Drums and Percussion

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