Leaking Andromeda

Release Date: 4th June 2025
www.honeymotel.co.uk

If You Didn't Exist

Written by Alexandra Leaving
Produced by Jack O'Hea
Guitars by Morgan Rickman
Drums by Angus Mcintyre

Lyrics: 

I'm the cliche, doomsday, quit that job. 
I'm not ok on this clock
How dare you be real when everything's ironic
The Mad Hatter's tea is quite the tonic.

Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?

I'm kinda happy but I'm kinda broke, 
Trying to make my way in the big fat smoke. 
Dear the big boys, making noise, drop a key
in the wishing well of my fantasy. 

Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?

I'm the freeze frame, no shame, solve the riddle:
Who's right on the edge but from a town in the middle?
No I'm not sorry, I'm not done, 
Blow a big kiss, never miss, flex those guns

Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?
Can you beat The Wall?

The Wall

The latest song from the upcoming album Here Come The Real Flower Pots

Indie Rock (42%)
Indie Pop (31%)
Folk Rock (22%)
Alternative Rock (20%)
Folk (14%)

Birdie

Foam Animals

A bittersweet love letter to the late writers, poets, and songwriters who have kept me company and made me feel seen. Written and recorded in a day in our North London home.

Written by Rosie Miles & Yaatri
Produced by Yaatri & Rebel Elements
Mixed by Rebel Elements
Mastered by Rare Tone Mastering

Rosie Miles: Vocals, Lyrics
Yaatri: Guitar, Bass, Fender Rhodes, Synths
Sam Hobbs: Drums, Programming

Cover photo: Felix Bertulis-Webb
Graphic Design: Johnny Lodder

Letters to a Lost Poet

All around the world
People are ringing their hands,
Why oh why oh why oh why,
Can’t we learn to love each other?
Is what they say,
As if that’s the only way

Maybe it’s not,
Maybe that kinda jumped up sentiment’s part of the mess we got ourselves into

Maybe it’s best to let people get on with it, 
Maybe they’ll let you get on too…

Seems to me, 
That toleration holds the key,
Yeah it’s the very foundation of a dream situation,
Can’t you see? 
It’s such a wonderful thing,

I want to raise your expectations,
I want to say what I’ve been dying to say, 
Want to achieve my aspiration, 
I want to be part of a tolerant nation

Maybe it’s true, 
Maybe just putting up with each other’s a remarkable thing to do, 
For me and you 

Maybe it’s best to say live and let live each day,
Maybe they’ll say the same thing too…

Seems to me, 
That toleration holds the key,
Yeah it’s the very foundation of a dream situation,
Can’t you see? 
It’s such a wonderful thing

I want to raise your expectations,
I want to say what I’ve been dying to say, 
Want to achieve my aspiration, 
I want to be part of a tolerant nation

I wanna go, I wanna see,
I wanna know, I wanna be

I want to raise your expectations,
I want to say what I’ve been dying to say, 
Want to achieve my aspiration, 
I want to be part of a tolerant nation


Tolerant Nation

Some spoken word to a broken beat, sub bass and samples. Experimental Electronic, Dub, Organic House

Tracked

Written for my brother, a lion a kindness, who showed me what it is to be truly loved. 

I wrote Joe, in an attempt to describe my grief, but grief really is impossible to describe, everyone’s relationship with it is unique and so very intricate in its outpouring and implosion. You can’t know it until it lands at your door. 

To try and convey the depths of grief, the picture of it, what it is truly like, it’s visceral manifestation, you can’t, you really can’t, nor can it ever really be truly understood. But I really, had in a natural way, wanted to try to with this song. 
Untimely bereavement grief means a life and family are left incomplete, unfinished, there is no solution. Not even close to having had enough laps around the sun, woken to a new day. There is no resolution. 

It’s now been over 6000 days and nearly 17 years since Joe came home and my hope in sharing the days, was that it might make people to see just why it pulls you apart, as it has, me. But also, I wanted to sing out loud just how much I love Joe, that too, like grief is infinite.

Joe my big bro is/was/will always be a lion of kindness, compassionate, selfless, he took notice of the little things, and a joy-giving ball of smiles, calming hugs and giggly shoulders. As kind strangers as to his friend’s or family. He showed me what love is, what it means to be truly truly loved, he was our protector. He showed what it is to live with adventure at hand and a giggle in the other. An honest man, only barely a man at 21. 

This is my debut album i hope you all enjoy im gonna credit all the producers that helped me with this project down below hope you all enjoy.

Producers-
Prod Peril
Prod swmr
Prod grayskies
Prod Manolo
Prod QUITAII

Composer, Lennon Jamison

Artist, Ghostyy5k

If You Didn't Exist

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