time steps

Run it back~.mp3

IMAX (prod. Vxid x tony fragment x Lodoni x Alex Catton)

Intro

goodbyes (acoustic)

I've been working on this album for a long time now. This album is meant to show my potential and growth throughout the past year.

The Shonen Agenda! (prod Nascar & Landonxoo)

ily/reminiscing 2(1ksubi)

Scene Girl

Zabrałem Cię ze sobą

Lots of trial and error with music creation and composition tools! I've shelved ElectroAudio, so no AI on this track (anyway, my artificial alter ego is still light-years away from being a truly accomplished musician). In any case, this very personal track made me discover and reflect on many aspects of music creation that I had never even touched upon before.

For now, I'm also light-years away from being a real musician, which is probably why ElectroAudio resembles me in a certain way.

Your Gravity

Lyrics:
In us something growls—no plea, just sign;
Dress shoes full of forest sand—ready on the line.
On paths where memory powders down to dust,
Too soon departed; breath turns slow and hushed.
Family, tradition—half-bowed in the rite;
I lift a little pebble—same longing, tight.
My polished soles scrape hard along time’s flint;
We cling to leaves that whisper in the…

Wind over us, wind on the face,
Wind—wind—our hearts grow soft and light.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

No grave—only ash that travels, lets go in the wind;
Learn to bear what will not fall—be patient, kind.
Small stones in my palm—mute language, broken band;
We honor without signs—the breathing no-man’s land.
Between the ribs a hollow bell is spanned;
It rings for all we carry like a handful of sand.

[Chorus] (2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

She stands—a young widow—still in the square;
Her voice cuts through manners—pain’s the only prayer.
Relics I call pebbles—steam and moss for heat;
Too-early leaving cuts the hand; time ticks in linen sheet.

I weigh the stones—can weight restore his place?
I whisper, “Where’s his grave?”—too hurried a chase.
He sighs, “Only ash—no granite, no stone.”
Our shoulders drop; the silence walks alone.
“Ash,” he repeats—like air above the sea;
I nod, let go, and trace the edge more free.
Names rise like grains; what’s near fits in the hand—
Enough for those who stay to understand.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

goodbyes (acoustic)

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