if you knew

"Laniakea" traces the vast gravitational highway that binds our local universe — not as something distant, but as a living presence. It's a meditation on the cosmic web that holds galaxies in its flow, where dark matter moves unseen and ancient forces shape eternity. A song for those who feel the pull of the great unknown, and dare to follow it.

Threads of light

Laniakea


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"

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

the photo detective (tonight i feel fine)

Our memory. Such a treasure. It allows us to travel in time, sort of. But there is also a lot attached to it, including the memories of people you've lost. And in some ways, memory is like a battery. It weakens over time and years, unfortunately without the possibilty to recharge. So many memories falls off on the way. But can we trust that our memory bank takes care of the most valuable ones?

The Power Of Thought

UNDERWATER

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

[Verse 1]
My world was once a sapphire shade of blue,
The sky above was honest—lines all true.
You came alive like ivy on cold stone;
Now emerald vines grow where I roam.

[Pre-Chorus]
As I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your voice—but it’s just memory,
A flicker buried out of sight.

[Chorus]
My favorite color now has turned to green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
You wore it soft, like dawn behind the rain—
Now it clings to me like barnacles on pain.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Verse 2]
In misty fields, I walk alone.
Green shadows flicker where we called home.
My hands once reached for skies of blue,
But every touch now leads back to you.

[Pre-Chorus – Variation]
And I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your laugh—but it’s just memory,
A pale star lost in fading light.

[Chorus – Variation]
My favorite color now is verdigris green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
I trace your pulse through every leaf—
Each is a wound that time won’t relieve.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Bridge – Crescendo]
I am a broken shadow still,
Scarred by sapphire, torn by green’s chill.
Yet in the quiet, faint echoes weave—
Your soul rides on the autumn breeze.

[Final Chorus – Reprise]
My favorite color now is haunted green—
Fused with my sapphire past into teal.
It binds our fractured echoes in between—
A wounded heart that only time can heal.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on… heart still beating.

[Outro – Coda]
A wounded heart that only time can heal,
My favorite color now is haunted teal.

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A post-punk elegy where color becomes memory. Haunted Green traces the shift from sapphire skies to verdigris shadows—woven with baritone vocals, haunting guitars, and a pulse that refuses to die. It’s the sound of grief painted on the soul’s canvas.

“Haunted Green” weaves past and present into one wounded spectrum. It’s an elegy for transformation, where sorrow and memory blend until they become the very essence of who we are.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Alternative Ballad 
Key: D Major
BPM: 119
Time Signature: 4/4

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Artist: Kareem Tyler 
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved. 

Light

Haunted Green

Crooked

alt-Pop, Indie Pop, Dreampop, Downtempo, Chamber Pop

Alice Starr

[Verse]
La fumée monte
Le feu s'étale
Dans la nuit froide
Un cri brutal
Les murs tremblent
Les chaînes se brisent
C'est pas un rêve
C'est une crise

[Chorus]
Rage contre la machine
Des voix qui se déchaînent
Rage contre la machine
Le silence saigne

[Verse 2]
Les rues hurlent sous nos pas
Les regards brûlent comme des éclats
L'acier grince
Le béton craque
On avance
Le monde en vrac

[Prechorus]
Levez les poings
Sentez la chaleur
La révolte
C'est notre moteur

[Chorus]
Rage contre la machine
Des voix qui se déchaînent
Rage contre la machine
Le silence saigne

[Bridge]
Les cœurs battent comme des tambours
Le vent hurle
C'est le retour
On est là
La force brute
Face à l'ombre
Plus de disputes

No one tells you when it starts

BRO