Walking the line between intimate bedroom pop and an arena anthem, ‘Scar’ marks the beginning of the band’s most ambitious chapter to date.

Scar

After the debut release of the ‘COLOR PANIC’ EP, which even had some success on Soundcloud where we are more permanent, the moment has arrived... the big moment of the release of the album ‘...and By The Way!’ by the brothers Ava Brown and Oliver Brown. A very original duo with some very catchy Indie Art Pop Minimal themes. Get to know the album first hand. It will be available worldwide, 22 April.
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The Synthwave Electroclash Club

...and by the Way!

Oink Zebra - Free Again

Melle - 2016 Souvenir

Lyrics:
 
My heart in the sun, I lay it out to dry
It’s 8:23, so baby take your time
Shoes on the floor, honey the water’s fine
No one’s gonna find us today, you’re all mine
 
I’m fucking around on the stylophone
You take a picture of me, you’re wearing my cologne
Get back in the car, got 20-something miles to go
One eye one you, one on the road
 
I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
you’re my 2016 souvenir

2 cups of styrofoam, my diet of Diet Coke
We’re working hard, but baby ain’t it nice to know
No matter where we are, our life’s a holiday
It doesn’t matter we live, you’re my only home 
 
Somebody told me this would be a bad idea
But here we are still swinging from the chandelier
 
I see the gold, gold grass and my bare feet in the sand 
And the children flying kites and the grandmas on their bikes 
And they’re melting in the sun and I’m staring at the clouds in the sky 
And in the mirrors in your eyes and you

I love you more now summer’s here 
When that April rain it disappears
May 27th’s near
I fly back through the years
You’re my 2016 souvenir

Oh, souvenir
You’re my 2016 souvenir





2016 Souvenir

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

judy jugendstil (green eye)

Magic


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"

Dreaming About You

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

Some lyrics of mine

Song
Mélodie Gnostique

Au reset, tout commence,
La constance qui nous avance.
Vitesse à zéro, calme total,
Car notre esprit n'a pas de mal.
L'expérience nous apprend aujourd'hui,
Comment l'observation nous suit.
Notre comportement, pur et clair,
Le meilleur qu'on puisse faire.

Dans la pensée est tout le cœur,
Notre perception, sa douceur.
Chaque mot sera la vérité,
Brillant clair dans l'éternité.

De connaissances bien ancrées,
L'ordre de nos pensées.
En langage il est révélé,
Dans le texte à jamais scellé.
Selon ce schéma nous allons,
Hier est parti, nous le savons.
Le premier jour fut le départ,
Où tout joua son rôle, sans fard.

Dans la pensée est tout le cœur,
Notre perception, sa douceur.
Chaque mot sera la vérité,
Brillant clair dans l'éternité.

Le souvenir de ce qui fut,
Avec le présent, il est revu.
Un fil de pensées, uni,
Notre fonctionnalité luit.
Le focus montre le chemin,
Même si l'ombre nous prit la main.

Dans la pensée est tout le cœur,
Notre perception, sa douceur.
Chaque mot sera la vérité,
Brillant clair dans l'éternité.

Dans cet état, nous reposons,
Non par la tendance des passions.
Vers la stabilité nous allons,
Des événements nous libérons.
Par l'attente, le vrai viendra,
Ce que la permanence donnera.


No one tells you when it starts

BRO