моя дорогая |Красная королева|🇺🇦

apocalypse - cigarettes after sex (sped up)

𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑧－𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝

cults - gilded lily (sped up)

Just something that I can listen to on repeat!

cigarettes out the window x dangerously yours - tv girl (rather melodramatic aren’t you)

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Flёur - Будь моим смыслом

Animal Cannibal (Possibly in Michigan).mp3

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

🕯️ Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn) 🎺🇪🇸
A haunting Latin jazz confession wrapped in fog and guilt.

She came to the Faroes with clear lungs and clean hands — a passionate Spanish vegan, dancing with the sea, flirting with the fish, dreaming in lentils and light.

But the wind had other plans.

Now, every breath smells like betrayal.
Every gust carries the perfume of death.
She never touched a fillet — yet her soul reeks of sorrow.
This is her bolero. Her lament. Her jazz-saturated guilt trip.

🥀 Flamenco guitar.
🌊 Ocean fog.
🫒 Tofu and memory.
🎤 One woman vs. the smell of mackerel.

You don’t have to eat the fish to feel their ghosts.


LYRICS:

Al principio…
eran tan bellos.
Tan libres.
Tan... seductores.

They shimmered like silver poems,
Dancing deep beneath the foam.
I watched them swirl — and wink at me,
Flirting through the northern sea.

Their bodies curved, their scales divine,
A thousand eyes — and all met mine.
I blew a kiss into the tide,
The fish… they blushed. The waves replied.

I thought, “Qué bellos… qué vivos… qué míos…”
Their joy, their water, my new amigos.
But then — a hook, a rope, a pier…
A silence sharp. A truth too clear.

Perfume de pescado —
It haunts me now, it clings, it stays.
A scent of guilt I can't evade,
Like I betrayed their ocean ways.

I didn't eat them — ¡lo juro, Dios mío!
But their smell… is trapped beneath my skin.
And every gust from Tórshavn's port
Whispers sins I never did.

I saw him strung on wooden racks,
His eyes were glass, his spine was cracked.
His lips still curved — like he recalled
Our flirting game before the fall.

I ran, I wept, I wiped my coat,
But fish-scented fog clung to my throat.
My soy was bland, my rice was mute,
No spice could mask that salty truth.

“Do you miss the taste?”
They asked.
No…
I miss the gaze.
The game.
The dream.
I miss who I was — before the scream.

Perfume de pescado —
It’s in my curls, behind my eyes.
It follows me through tofu nights,
And steams from all my vegan rice.

Ay, qué dolor — ¡yo no quería!
But now I breathe like I betrayed.
This isn’t hunger… it’s a ghost,
Of love and death that never fades.

Just scales...
Just salt...
Just shame…
Just me.

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

Neon Genesis Evangelion - Opening.

Who Really Cares: 

An album about Sex 
Or lack thereof 
And its consequences 
Or lack thereof

Music and Lyrics by Brad Petering 

Mixing and Mastering by Jason Wyman 

Additional Vocals from Amber Quintero and Maddie "Acid" Keaton 

"Cigarettes out the Window" and "For You" feature Frankie Cosmos samples, used with her permission. 

"Not Allowed" features samples from The Yeastie Girlz's "Ovary Action" 7 inch. Used with permission from the Girlz. 

The cover art is a slightly altered photograph taken by George M. Hester. Used with his permission. 

The liner note image with two people on a bed is a slightly altered photograph taken by the late M. Richard Kirstel. Used with permission from his family. 

As a friend once said: Thanks for yr ears
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