Emevas

“Glass Skin” is a sensual slow jam about loving someone beautiful, untouchable, and dangerously breakable. She doesn’t show emotion — but you can feel the tension underneath every move. One wrong touch, and she’ll crack. Maybe you will too.

Set against a backdrop of shimmering synths, subtle trap drums, and glitchy textures, Astrul brings vulnerability and temptation into sharp focus. It’s not about saving her — it’s about surviving her.

She lets you close. Just not deep.
And when she breaks… so do you.

#GlassSkin #Astrul #Lustwave #AltRnB #CyberBallad #DigitalDesire #AIBand #SlowBurnSeduction #EmotionalTension #SoundCloudDrop

Glass Skin

MUSIC VIDEO-
https://youtu.be/SwxUrG9MKc0?si=Gx-nse3G0a4WaR0O

Ayy!
Just a rustic reality
Ayy!

Ayy!
Just a rustic reality

My thoughts all tied now
(Rustic reality)
My thoughts are all tied down

My knots all tied now
(Rustic reality)
(Rustic reality)
My thoughts are all tied down
My knots all tied down

How do I get lose?
My thoughts are all tied up
How do I get lose
From myself?

I don’t wanna lose myself
But I been getting out of my head
So much!
So much!
So much red light 
Lying!
To myself
Point it right into my brain
3rd eye shot!
3rd eye shut!
I think I need a shot!

Put me down the drain
(Ayy)
Watch me speed away
Wash my sins away
It goes faulty (Us)
It pour 4 tears!

Focusrite shine bright red!
Like the lights in my head!
Why do I see red?
All I see is red!

Just a rustic reality
Ayy!

RUSTIK REALITY

RUSTIK REALITY (Prod. SKOTT3REE) MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION

Jordan Rhymes - Golden Child

They leaned on you in silence.
You fought battles that weren’t yours.
You carried their storms—
but when yours came, they disappeared.

"Back Turned, Still Standing" is an unapologetic soundtrack of liberation.
Each track is a declaration carved from scars, forged in betrayal, and delivered in a cold noir haze of truth.

This is not revenge.
This is clarity.
A story of a man walking out of the battlefield he never asked to fight, while the ones he once carried fade into shadow.

Set in a red-and-black world of fractured loyalty and digital masks, this album blends cinematic trap, ambient decay, and soul-cutting spoken word into one warning:

Don’t ask for my fire if you vanish in my storm.

This is for those who gave too much.
Who helped everyone.
And finally chose…
themselves.

The Ones I Walked Away From

(Verse 1)
Girl, you got me floatin’ when I shouldn’t be
Your touch is nicotine, sweet but bittersweet
Inhale your words, I hold 'em in
Now I’m dizzy, caught again
You drift through me like the deepest haze
One look, and I forget my name
I’m addicted, baby, that’s no lie
But I can’t live off your high

(Pre-Chorus)
Ooh, you whisper, girl, it lights me up
Ooh, I crave it even when it’s rough
Tried to quit, but I still relapse
'Cause nothin’ ever hits like that

(Chorus)
You're like smoke ooh, cloudin’ my chest (my chest)
Risin' slow, takin’ all my breath (my breath)
Soft like silk, but heavy like stress
And I still want more, even with the mess
Can’t put you down, even though I should (should)
You’re bad for me, but you taste so good (so good)
You're like smoke ooh, cloudin’ my chest
Ooh-oh, girl, I must confess

(Verse 2)
Every night I swear it's the last
But you’re that echo from my past
Pull me back when I try to run
You’re not the end, but you feel like one
You fade slow, like perfume in heat
Lingerin’ in everything I breathe
You're not love, you’re pure desire
A spark that always starts a fire

(Pre-Chorus)
Ooh, girl, you stay just outta reach
Ooh, but I keep fallin' deep
Even now, you run through my head
Even though I know what you left

(Chorus)
You're like smoke ooh, cloudin’ my chest
Risin' slow, takin’ all my breath
Soft like silk, but heavy like stress
And I still want more, even with the mess
Can’t put you down, even though I should
You’re bad for me, but you taste so good
You're like smoke ooh, cloudin’ my chest
Ooh-oh, I must confess…

(Bridge)
Ooh, you're the habit that I fake I broke
Ooh, you're the flame in every word I spoke
Tried to quit, girl, I really did
But you're laced in every hit

(Breakdown)
Ooh-ohh, you got me high again
Ooh-ohh, even when I say I’m done
I breathe you in, I lose control
You fade, but never go…

(Chorus)
You're like smoke ooh, cloudin’ my chest
Risin' slow, takin’ all my breath
Soft like silk, but heavy like truth
And I still fall back into you
Can’t put you down, even though I should
You’re bad for me, but you feel too good
You're like smoke ooh, cloudin’ my chest
Ooh-oh, girl, I must confess

(Outro)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-oh…
You’re the ghost I still let in
Even when I’m tryna win
Clouds in my chest, yeah, yeah…
And I still breathe you in…

Clouds

"Can’t Get It Out" is a raw, emotionally charged alt-rock confession from NIGHT INTRUDER. Drenched in melancholy and shadowed by inner torment, this haunting track captures the struggle of living with pain that refuses to fade. Perfect for fans of dark, introspective rock with gut-punching lyrics and unforgettable atmosphere.


Can’t Get It Out

A thought-provoking digital artwork blending classical religious imagery with modern digital symbolism. It features a solemn depiction of Jesus behind a smartphone, with the bold phrase “God Left the Group Chat” conveying themes of abandonment, spiritual silence, and the search for meaning in a hyperconnected world.

GOD left the group chat

Country Pretty in the Big City   by Edwin H. Balder
Grandma’s hands stacked records high,
Faded covers, dust in time.
Said, “Girl, this world might try to change you,
But country love won’t leave behind.”
I’d sit beneath that old porch light,
Drop the needle, hum on nights.
Mama said the city shined,
But I found gold in old steel twine.
Sang along with every tune,
Dreamed the songs would find me soon.
Never thought I’d leave this land,
But life don’t always play your hand.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
City crowds don’t know my songs,
Say the words are too damn wrong.
Tried to drown me out in pop and chrome,
Tried to carve me into stone.
Said my boots don’t match the glow,
Told me, "Girl, just let it go."
But country’s stitched inside my skin,
And real don’t fold, real won’t dim.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
Some trade roots for empty fame,
Some let city blur their name.
But I don’t bend for flashing signs,
I stand firm, I hold the line.
You don’t change what makes you whole,
You hold on tight, you don’t let go.
So I sing in bars too cold for twang,
Let ‘em scoff, let ‘em shame.
My grandma’s voice still guides me home,
Her records speak, I ain’t alone.
Some may laugh, some may fight,
But country stands, and so do I.
Country pretty in the big city,
Where concrete drowns but can’t take me.
Tried to change my sound, tried to steal my name,
But twang don’t bend, twang don’t fade.
Country pretty in the big city,
Every chord still holds my heart.
May not fit their silver shine,
But country sings right through the dark.
Grandma’s hands stacked records high,
Faded covers, dust in time.
Said, “Girl, this world might try to change you,
But country love won’t leave behind.”


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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Country Pretty in the Big City by Hot Cookie

A breath between glances. A message sent with no words.
This track floats in the heat of soft tension—between friends, between strangers, between smoke and silence. It’s not loud. It doesn’t ask.
It just leans in and waits to be met.
Say Less, Come Closer is the soundtrack of mutual understanding with just a trace of mischief.

Say Less, Come Closer

El último álbum del curso. Álbum generacional.

MIS HUEVOS :(

No matter where you go it always feels like it’s snowing.
Even when you get to where you want to be,
There’s always something else in the way.
Always another vice to make you fall deeper,
Into the pits of ice hell.
It’s never ending.
You cannot escape the dreadful fate of this iceworld.
Even when you cease to exist, 
Your heart is eternally frozen over.
The overwhelming anxiety that consumes one whole,
And leaves you frozen in ice, 
Space and time,
Constantly longing to reunite with the outside.
Only Satan remains.
No one cares,
And no one relates. 
Your alone.
You dissasociate so far from reality,
That you don’t know how to get back.
You can’t no matter how hard you try. 
The past and future do not exist.
Only now is real in this hélice iceworld.
- ICEYSLURKIN
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