prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Down and down it goes...

Lyrics:
I try to forget we happened, I try to not think of you
but all my thoughts still take your shape and imitate the things you do
there’s shades of you inside the lake beneath a static gibbous moon
can’t shake the stubborn memories from our romantic interludes

can’t escape the melancholy as the spiral’s turning downward
it’s a bed of blooming orchids and a pyro burning flowers
it’s hours that turn to weeks, our dates replay in random loops
upon the surface of these two vortexes gazing back at you

I’m just a fool who thought he was clever with plans in motion
romantic notions, who would handle rejection and withstand corrosion
(but I’m a) gossamer web of canceled connections 
dismantled affection, (and you’re a) haunted house of mirrors with scrambled reflections

it’s a rampant infection of doubts, the clouds that veil my face
shrouds of shadows that flit over me - a crown of pale light rays
it’s the inhale and the plunge below the memories I’m submerged in
it’s the nice view from a month ago, when everything was perfect

I try to forget we happened, try to think of something else
I tried to drown the entire thing inside a drink but nothing helps
it’s hell, affected mental health, I tried to tackle the feelings
take a sledgehammer to your pedestal, but can’t manage to swing it

(Cuz I was) infatuated with you, it’s that forks of lightning tingle
it’s that feeling of my heart exploding forth in brightened pixels
it’s the feeling of losing that feeling, feeling like I fucked it up
the thoughts evolved, they’re peeling off the ceiling tiles to run amok

don’t hear the silver linings, it’s unbearable, it’s bullshit
having you here right beside me is the only scenario I’m cool with
I don’t want to forget but I have to, I know I should just move on
delete the socials, and our messages, then I’ll be good with you gone

cuz I know that just because I felt it, that doesn’t mean it’s real
I know the reasons you told me, but not the ones you keep concealed
I got too comfortable with you beneath a motionless moon
I just hope as time oozes forward that I’ll get over it soon

Downward (prod. ibrahim)

Follow Through

for the girl I just fell for.

I only met her yesterday. 
She said it was nice to meet me. 
And I would've said the same 
if the floor was still underneath me, 
but I left it with that greeting. 
Though fleeting, I would’ve fallen there
if I didn't notice that I responded 
with an awkward stare.
I said, “Hi.” 
But I wanted to say, 
“Your eyes are amazing,
a maze I want to get lost in until I die. 
Like I'm sure the angels join you when you cry, 
and I'm sure they rejoice again when you smile.” 
But I'll save that for another time.
She laughs. And I can't tell if it's at me, 
or 'cause I'm actually making her happy. 
Exactly thirty seconds have past me, 
and I'm already at the flower shop,
thinkin’ if I should take these roses out or not. 
Like I've been thinkin’ way too hard about this.
I don't even need to write a song about this.
I don't wanna always have you on my mind 
but I know deep down inside

I'd walk five hundred miles 
to fall down at your doorstep.
Can't explain the feeling that you give me.
But all I know is I just want some more.

Saw her for the second time. 
She said she hopes that she sees me soon.
And I don't know what that means to you. 
But it seems to me that we've 
got something up both our sleeves 
and I think I catch a glimpse of it 
every time that you leave. 
Both of the times that you left, 
I wanted you to come back. 
And I just hope you feel the same. 
I don't mean to have you all inside my brain. 
But you've really got me chained. 
I even saw you in my dream. 
Tell me have I gone insane 
or am I just in lucky situations? 
Seein’ a girl like you 
two times two days in a row.
If you're ready to ride, 
then I'm rarin’ to go.
But let's take it slow. 
'Cause I've been thinkin’ way too hard about you.
I don't even need to write a song about you.
I don't wanna always have you on my mind 
but I know deep down inside

500 miles [prod. by mr. master]

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Produced by: Rabbit House (https://soundcloud.com/rabbithouse)

Mixing & Cover Art by: Ibrahim (https://soundcloud.com/ibr)

Mastering: Blindsightmix

Sample Credits: Hidamari Sketch OST (10) Shinmiri (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v30L5S3vX1k)

Aimless (ft. atlas) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Aimless (feat. atlas) [prod. rabbit house]

Perfect Life

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2T9M6roeu970YldwpQEVQx?si=dOVD2JPhR86jqRR-JTHS-Q

@love-sadkid
@landosmusic
@lilpolearm [did the mix, up next]

art: @sheffdan

spotify

coexist w/ lando! & love-sadkid

BOYS IM BACK, THIS IS A PART OF A LIL SUM SUM IM WORKING ON. LIKE + REPOST + COMMENT FOR THE BOYS!
LYRICS // https://genius.com/Kyaru-judas-lyrics

Honestly though, thank y'all for sticking by me, I'm so excited to make a return to the scene and to interact with all of you once again. I hope this is a good enough song to come back with! Love y'all so insanely much!

Love, Kyaru!

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Judas

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

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