Really great track, love the beat cool production . Johnny

Too much talent to stay in the shadows 🔥 Press releases and radio promo will put you in front of the right ears. Don’t waste this momentum.

SILVERLINING

Este disco es, literal, el mapa emocional de Lúa. Todo salió de notas guardadas en el celular, madrugadas pegado a la ventana y pláticas con sus amigos. Cada canción es un pedazo de algo que le dolió, le movió o le hizo sonreír.

Musicalmente es el universo que Lúa trae pegado: guitarras flotando, líneas de bajo bien marcadas y voces que a veces parecen un susurro directo al oído. Nada de poses; suena a un chico de la CDMX contando sus cosas sin filtros, con la puerta del cuarto medio abierta y la ciudad respirando afuera.

Póntelo en el metro de noche, en la azotea con una cerveza o mientras manejas sin rumbo; es un disco para acompañarte cuando quieras mirar tus propios mapas invisibles y quizá, como Lúa, encontrarles sentido.

Viento Estelar

Magic

In the cosmos


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

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Messy [Nostalgia Mix] "Free Download"

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Gone

Mean Time

Title: California
By: Riot Chick 
aka: Katie Fennell 

I'm just proud, 
To say,
I'm from,
Cali, forn, I, A,
A, 
Proud to say,
Cali, forn, I, A,

Cali,
Yeah,
Cali, California
Call me proud,
Call the crowd,
It's sunny, bunnies, all around
Flashy, gushy,
Cali, classy
Yeah 

I'm just proud, 
To say,
I'm from,
Cali, forn, I A,
A, 
Proud to say,
Cali, forn, I A,

Cali,
Yeah,
Cali, California
Call me proud,
Call the crowd,
It's sunny, bunnies, all around
Flashy, gushy,
Cali, classy
Yeah, yeah, 

So now, I live and love living, in, the island of Hawaii, but at heart, my heart! My first love, my heartbeat, is in California!

I'm just gushingly proud, 
To say,
I'm from,
Cali, forn, I, A,
A
Proud to say,
Cali, forn, I A, A, A 
Local life
Local crew,
Cali girl,
Threw, and threw
California!







California

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative

No one tells you when it starts

BRO

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