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When Love Attacks - 20th Anniversary - ReMastered

06 Just This Side Of Heaven

Well Tommyg145 struts down the street
He’s got memories too wild to beat
Stars in his eyes lightning in his hair
He’s a rebel without a care


Through neon lights and endless nights
Whispers of truth and foolish fights
City screams but he's unfazed
Tommyg145's in a permanent daze


Tommyg145 never forgets
He’s a comet in the nights he sets
Leaves a trail of fire in the sky
Living legends never say goodbye


Ghosts of lovers in the rearview glass
Every face a story past
His mind’s a jukebox of secrets kept
Hundred songs and promises swept


A touch of madness in his grin
A distant roar calls from within
Walking a tightrope never looking back
Tommyg's heart’s forever on track


Tommyg145 never forgets
He’s a comet in the nights he sets
Leaves a trail of fire in the sky
Living legends never say goodbye

Tommyg145 Never Forgets

Said it All.wav

Timeless Echoes

Caught in the Daze

miserable

Madagascar Tobacco International

Euphoria on the edge of overload.

"Burning Happy" is the sound of intensity spiraling out of control, a rush of energy, too much movement, too much weight, too much fire. The lyrics dance between exhilaration and exhaustion, between pure electricity and the slow realization that the flames might consume everything. It’s a track about transformation, fragmentation, and the dangerous pull of excess.

With pulsing synthwave, electro-rock, and experimental electronica, the song channels a raw, hypnotic energy reminiscent of Depeche Mode, Moderat, and Thom Yorke. The groove is relentless, the beat urgent, like a mind racing at full speed, impossible to stop, impossible to breathe.

For those who know what it feels like to burn too bright, too fast.

Turn it up. Let it consume you.

Burning Happy

A hymn for the star-born.
This track traces the structure of the universe not as science alone, but as something sacred. A divine equation unfolding in silence.

With lyrics shaped like orbitals and verses pulled from the breath of black holes, this is not a song about space, but from within it. Galaxies, nebulae, and stardust become symbols — metaphors for being, memory, and time.

The Gnosis Version leans into the infinite: no answers, just expansion.

The Endless Frontier

Cosmology Domine (Gnosis Version)

Invisible Man MIX 1

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(Verse 1)
You slide in like static on the radio
Midnight perfume, dressed in vertigo
Eyes like crime scenes, lips a cigarette
I lit your fuse, but I’m the one who’s wrecked

(Pre-Chorus)
You said, “Love’s a game,” and I’m a bad sport
Always chasing hearts I can’t afford

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Verse 2)
We danced like secrets on the fire escape
Your laugh was louder than my big mistakes
I should’ve known from the start,
You play guitars like you play hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
Said “Don’t get close,” but pulled me in tight
I lost my head in your blacklight

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Bridge)
And now your ghost is in my speakers
Singing lies in perfect pitch
I tried to quit you cold,
But you're the needle and the itch

(Final Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
I’d light you up all over again
Even if it burns, I’ll take the flame
You're the bruise that feels like fame
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Love like yours should be restricted

Velvette cigarettes

Hunika is a silhouette dancing in the neon shadows, a voice whispering to the rebels. A solo project born from cold rage and burning lucidity, it composes the soundtrack of a world on the edge, oscillating between introspection and subversion.

Its universe, deeply electronic, fuses the dark textures of trip-hop, the hypnosis of downtempo, and the raw impact of electro-rock. One foot in contemplation, the other in protest, Hunika digs beneath the surface, dismantling the illusions of consumer society and the absurdities of politics with surgical precision.

Inspired by literature, art in all its forms, and a reimagined ‘68 mindset, Hunika does not preach—it unveils. Each track is a crack in the façade, an invitation to see differently, to feel differently. It is a sonic journey where aesthetics meet awakening, where mystery embraces rebellion.

Hunika does not create to please. It creates for those who want to listen differently.

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