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Empty Hands

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Starring at the corner of my room
And saying hello to my gloom
Then smiling to the flower that doesn't bloom

Crippling with anxiety
When you are not next to me
To be friends with this little guy called lonely

I wear your sweater in July
Still smells like your last goodbye
I talk to ghosts that live behind my eyes

Scratched your name into my bed
Tried to sleep but dreamed you said:
“Some hearts are meant to break instead”

And all the songs we used to know
Now bleed from every radio

You held me like the world was kind
Now I’m just lost inside my mind
The mirror shows a stranger every day
Love came in like a lullaby
But left me with a hollow cry
And silence is the only thing you say

Eris

Hey, I’m Gliere. I make music for the quiet moments—the ones where you’re lying on your floor, thinking too much, or staring out the window pretending you’re in a movie. My songs live somewhere between lullabies and letters never sent, with ukuleles, kalimbas, and soft harmonies leading the way. Everything’s wrapped in a dreamy lo-fi glow, not polished perfect, but real—on purpose.

I grew up on The Beatles’ soft storytelling, got my heart cracked open by Sleeping With Sirens, and somehow fell in love with those medieval tavern songs you’d hear in fantasy games or old cartoons. It all blends together in my head—melancholy, magic, and melody. If you’ve ever wanted to cry in a moonlit forest or slow dance with your shadow, you’re probably in the right place.

Most of this is made right in my room, surrounded by secondhand gear, tea mugs, and too many unfinished lyrics. I’m not here to blow up your speakers. I’m here to make something honest. If my music feels like a warm hug, or a quiet nod from someone who gets it, then I’ve done my job. Thanks for stopping by. Stay as long as you like.

“Catnap choruses for the bawl-happy brigade.”

Eris

Gliere

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