Dead Clown Feat. Bimopd

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Nocturnal Insomniac Requiem No.563

3 AM

If you've ever felt like a ghost in a getaway car...

★ Raw • Haunting • Cathartic ★

Dive into a ghost story where pop-punk’s confessional rage meets hauntcore’s eerie intimacy. This acoustic-driven track wraps desperate highway imagery ("headlights, red lights, sirens bright") in stripped back guitar rawness, capturing the exhaustion of outrunning your own shadow.

Key themes:

☠️ Self haunting (“I’m my own worst memory”)

🚗 Escapism’s dead ends (“Can’t outrun myself in either lane”)

⚰️ Resignation (“Dig myself into a little plot of grass”)

Lyrics:

I distanced myself to see what would stay near
Admittedly I don't see much, all too clear
Head lights, red lights, and sirens bright at the rear
But the subject in the mirror is much closer than it appears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Windows down, July rain as cold as your glare
Heavy is the head, cold wind, silence in the air
Better left unsaid, can't speak what's not here
Never tried my best, couldn't make myself seem to care

But every mile I drive is a roadside flare
Double parked going sixty, lighting a cigarette, texting "I'm almost there"
Can’t outrun myself, in either lane, always left, right, disappear
Wind blows tumble weeds down a familiar road of tears

And I see it now, the ghost I tried to leave
Following me down these empty streets
I believe it now, like you used to say
I'm my own worst memory

Am I running from the past or chasing what’s ahead?
These sirens behind me can’t drown what’s in my dread
The lights are getting closer, fear is getting clear
Is it a dead end ahead or highway deer

Rearview conversations I never will outpace
Every mile marker takes a turn to make their case
Tires drift the shoulder, rubber stays in place
Fell asleep at the wheel trying to erase

And I see it now, where I was supposed to be
Spent to much time at lights in disbelief
I believe you now, I just don't trust the memory
Cause you can't get that far with a tank on E

I missed my turn a while back
Think I'll park in the shade
Dig myself into a little plot of grass
I tire of taking winding paths too fast, too fast

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A heartfelt tribute from a father to his growing son, "My Little Boy" captures the wonder, pride, and tenderness of parenthood through simple moments and deep emotion. It's a song about learning together, loving unconditionally, and holding on to the fleeting beauty of childhood.

My Little Boy

IT FOLLOWS ME

"Beer and Mici" is, for Romanians, a paradise on Earth. Mici, (pronounced as 'meech') is a grilled skinless sausage. Beer, mici, bread and mustard is what we dream of. And the river that flows through Bucharest, mentioned in the song, is the Dambovitsa. 

Life is tough, I've had enough, costs are always risin' 
I work all day and half the night, I'm always compromisin' 
There's a way to deal with crazy situations 
Above the Dambovitsa, a choir of angels singing 
And the angels sing ….

[Chorus]
Hey, hey! beer and mici, I wanna live life on a beach
Hey, hey! beer and mici, I wanna live life on a beach/
But can my dreams come true …?

[Verse 2]
Kids to feed, we've all got needs, don't have time to wonder
The future's dark, what's that I hear, the sound of distant thunder? 
There's a way to deal with crazy situations 
Above the Dambovitsa, a choir of angels singing/

 

Beer and mici

Skin To Skin

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Melangkah

Musician, songwriter & producer near Edinburgh, Scotland. Recently started 'G-Funk' production team with Gary Fraser.

Nocturnal Insomniac Requiem No.563

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