Don't Know What Im Supposed to Say

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With raw, unfiltered lyrics and melodies that wrap around you like summer air, Midlife Madness captures what it means to rise from the ashes—sass first. These are songs for the broken-hearted, the late bloomers, the ones who scream in cars and heal in verses.

Featuring originals like "Nobody Asked you, Sir" and "The Revolution Will Not Be Instagrammed" this is music built for those who’ve lived a little - burned a lot, and still live out loud, and sing with fire. 

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💋 Loungy vintage vibes
🔥 Lofi, indie, soul, acoustic, chill vibes, and catchy basslines.

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Lryics | The Revolution Will Not Be Instagrammed

This song is an inspiration from the original "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" 

You will not scroll your way to freedom
You will not double-tap your liberation
You will not binge the end of oppression
Between ads for whitening strips and weight-loss tea

The revolution will not be filtered
Will not be framed in perfect light
It will not pop up as a memory from last year
Or wait while you finish your oat milk latte
The revolution will not be swipeable
You will not save it for later

It’s not trending, it’s not sponsored
It’s not in the algorithm’s favor

The revolution will not be Instagrammed
It will not fit in your curated plan
It will not ask you for your email
Or wait for you to pick the right song
for your cute little reel

You will not find it in the comments
It will not be ratio’d, reposted, or remixed
It will not care about your follower count
The revolution is not in your bio
It’s in the streets, it’s in the eyes
It’s in the quiet rooms where truth still breathes

It’s not trending, it’s not sponsored
It’s not in the algorithm’s favor

The revolution will not be Instagrammed
It will not fit in your inbox spam
It will not ask you for your email
Or wait for you to pick the right song
for your perfect little reel

You will not like, comment, or share your way out
It will not be live-streamed with your ring light on
It will not look like activism in the movies
It will look like pages torn from Dear Mr. Orwell
Scattered in the wind, read in whispers and shouts
Baby you can't unring that bell

The revolution will not be Instagrammed
It will not ask you for your email
It doesn't need you to opt in
It doesn't need you to begin

The revolution will not be Instagrammed
The revolution will not be televised. It will not be ticketed.
There will be no selfie wall.
Just watching power crumble and fall.

The Revolution Will Not Be Instagrammed

Take My Money!

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Indie, Alternative

never sleep again (i will not forget)

Før Du Går

Før Du Går

The Thursday sessions - Awhile

I have not so much to say more then Thank you for listen 🙏🌞🎶🎵

The Breath Between Worlds

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

November rain

Anywhere You Were With Me is a story of fleeting love told through the glow of corner-store neon and rain-soaked nights. The lyrics capture small, ordinary moments — untied shoes, cheap magazines, a broken payphone — and turn them into timeless symbols of intimacy. It’s about holding on to the memory of someone who promised forever but only meant tonight, and realizing that even the simplest places can feel like home when you’re with the right person. Tender, cinematic, and deeply nostalgic.

Anywhere You Were With Me erzählt von einer vergänglichen Liebe im Licht einer Straßenecke, zwischen Neonröhren und Sommerregen. Die Lyrics verwandeln kleine Alltagsdetails — offene Schuhe, billige Magazine, ein kaputtes Münztelefon — in zeitlose Bilder der Nähe. Es geht um das Gefühl, dass selbst ein unscheinbarer Ort wie ein Zuhause wirken kann, wenn man ihn mit der richtigen Person teilt. Zart, filmisch und voller Nostalgie.

Anywhere you were with me

You showed up late with your shoes untied
Said the train was slow and the clerk was blind
We bought two sodas and a bag of chips
Sat on the curb till the neon clicked

And I swear the city grinned with us

Love was blue lights at the corner store
Cheap magazines by the sliding door
You said forever, but you meant tonight
And I didn’t mind, no I didn’t mind
I was just happy to be
Anywhere you were with me

You told a joke that you stole from your dad
I rolled my eyes but it wasn’t that bad
We watched the taxis pulling out of the rain
Counting headlights like they all knew our names

I didn’t care where we were going
Only that we weren’t done

Love was blue lights at the corner store
Cheap magazines by the sliding door
You said forever, but you meant tonight
And I didn’t mind, no I didn’t mind
I was just happy to be
Anywhere you were with me

Some people get roses and wine
We got receipts that fade in time
Some people get promises, carved into stone
We got a payphone that never worked
But felt like home

Love was blue lights at the corner store
Cheap magazines by the sliding door
You said forever, but you meant tonight
And I didn’t mind, no I didn’t mind
I still go back just to see
If the night still waits for me

I still wait outside that corner store


Anywhere you were with me

The Trip” is a hallucinatory dive into a cocaine-fuelled dreamscape — where time bends, memories blur, and the self drifts between fantasy and confession. A surreal mix of escape, confrontation, and reflection, it captures the highs and shadows of a mind spiralling through time.

The Trip

Lírica de "Caminos Perdidos"

Luz quebrada en el espejo
¿Quién soy yo? ni lo dejo
El viento susurra
No sé si me habla
Calles vacías
Promesas que sangran

Caminos perdidos
¿dónde estás?
El mapa roto no quiere más
Caminos perdidos
Vuelvo a buscar
Pero el cielo no quiere hablar

Sombras largas
Pasos cortos
Relojes que gritan en los ojos rotos
La luna se esconde
Juega a olvidar
Mis manos vacías quieren tocar

Caminos perdidos
¿dónde estás?
El mapa roto no quiere más
Caminos perdidos
Vuelvo a buscar
Pero el cielo no quiere hablar

El eco me llama
Pero no contesto
Mil estrellas
Un solo pretexto
Si el fin del mundo me quiere encontrar
Que sea contigo
Sin mirar atrás

Caminos perdidos
¿dónde estás?
El mapa roto no quiere más
Caminos perdidos
Vuelvo a buscar
Pero el cielo no quiere hablar

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La aportación de estilos que aporta a Carmario Indie Nabú integrante y pilar musical de Carmario Indie con estilo  e interpretaciones de diversos estilos.Por esa razón el album no se podia llamar de otra manera

Nabú

Caminos Perdidos

Ce n’est pas une chanson d’amour, mais une lumière qui s’ouvre, une respiration, un miroir, une main tendue..

Anywhere you were with me

BRO