I wrote this song about my neighbour who had the sweetest smile but the saddest eyes.

baptist church

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Indie, Alternative

never sleep again (i will not forget)

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Wedding Day

don’t call me when you’re lonely

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J'ai senti des funérailles dans mon cerveau,
Et les personnes en deuil, çà et là,
Ont continué à marcher, à marcher, jusqu'à ce qu'il me semble
Que le Sens perçait.

Et quand ils furent tous assis,
Un office, tel un tambour,
On a continué à battre, à battre, jusqu'à ce que je croie
Mon esprit s'engourdissait.

Et puis je les ai entendus soulever une boîte
Et grincer sur mon âme
Avec ces mêmes bottes de plomb, à nouveau.
Alors l'Espace a commencé à sonner,

Comme tous les Cieux n'étaient qu'une cloche,
Et l'Être, qu'une oreille,
Et moi, et le Silence, une race étrange,
Détruits, solitaires, ici.

Et puis une planche de la Raison s'est brisée,
Et je suis tombé, encore et encore.
Et j'ai heurté un monde, à chaque chute,
Et j'ai fini de savoir.
alors.

Une mort dans ma tête (Emily Dickinson) - Jef Bourgeau

A song inspired by the character of Stavrogin from Dostoevsky's Demons. I finished the book recently and haven't been able to get it out of my head so this is an attempt at channeling it lol

I know I've been unforgivable 
I know I'll never feel that good again
I thought you could be
the shame that I needed
but they don't hate me 
like I thought they would
to be so beautiful,
it's no good
I'd follow where you lead,
if I could

Waiting for my Hell
Waiting for my Hell
Waiting for my Hell
Waiting for my Hell

Geraniums 
left out for God
im so cold
and then too hot
I killed him,
to be nasty
and it drove me
into the sea

Waiting for my Hell
Waiting for my Hell
Ready for my Hell
(I'll only do it if it feels good)
Ready for my Hell 
(And it felt so good)

Geraniums demo


Shadows stretch where the sunlight fails
Echoes drift down the concrete trails
Steps align like a secret waltz
Every move
A silent pulse

Streetlights blink like they’re keeping score
Cracks in the pavement whisper more
Each breath lingers
Thick with weight
The clock ticks slow
The night won’t wait

Shadows on the sidewalk
Dancing in the dark
Every fleeting moment leaves a lasting mark
Do we follow
Do we lead
Do we leave no trace
Or just vanish like the night
In the city’s embrace

The world’s a canvas
Cracked and torn
Every heart a brush
Every soul worn
Paint me in chaos
In truth
In light
Erase me in silence
In whispers
In night

Dust settles where the morning breaks
Dreams dissolve as the city wakes
But somewhere in the shadow’s line
A trace of us remains
Undefined

Shadows on the Sidewalk

This is a dark wave signal — a pulse from a distant orbit,
sent out by someone who no longer waits for answers.
Vintage organ tones bleed through black velvet synths.
The voice is low, broken, wrapped in cosmic night:
smoky, fragile, echoing like memory in an empty chapel.
Everything drips with melancholia:
the slow drag of time, the ache of distance,
the quiet longing to be heard — just once —
through static, silence, space.

You are not alone.
You are just far away.
And this is the transmission you left behind.

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Kiss of Time – Night Transmission

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I’ll Make It All Worthwhile

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Shoegaze, noiserock, dreampop, experimental, electronic, post rock, indie.

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