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Create a reflective and tranquil atmosphere with "Lost Ambient Lofi," a chill hip hop track that blends ambient lofi elements with a touch of sadness. Featuring relaxed beats, mellow melodies, and soothing soundscapes, this track is perfect for videos that need a contemplative and calming backdrop. Ideal for setting a mood of introspection and relaxation, "Lost Ambient Lofi" provides a serene and emotional soundtrack for your content.

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A N T I T H E S I S has partnered with Austin Farwell to bring about a beautiful, rich, melodic, but simple piano collaboration titled ‘Auspicious Pt. I’. This is the first ‘A N T I T H E S I S presents’ release as OUT.LI.ER Records continues to build its footprint in the piano genre; distributing additional pianists under the piano brand of ‘A N T I T H E S I S’. Austin Farwell and A N T I T H E S I S have a similar and complementary sound, and as we continue to build, OUT.LI.ER Records/A N T I T H E S I S will bring a new visual presence to the music of Farwell; navigating a darker, moodier and edgier look, style and feel, which will be reflected in the content we produce to support the release.

Auspicious Pt. I (Austin Farwell presented by A N T I T H E S I S)

The Promise (A N T I T H E S I S presents, Austin Farwell)

In December of 2020, I posted my first ever Tiktok video. The video was a one minute clip of me playing this piece of music on the piano. The video got such a huge response. I have finally decided to release that piece of music and I have called it "Wonder". This piece of music is currently in processing and will available on all streaming platforms April 2! 

Recorded at Soularium Studios in Alpine, Utah // engineered and mic’ed by Cayson Renshaw
Mixed/Mastered by Mike Greene

Copyrights // Kyle Warr - Warr Studios - 2022

Wonder

Tell Me Why

Und der Wind pfeift

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

Nothing but Stories is the debut release by Sadie Quinn – a voice made of dust, distance, and memory. Blending Americana, folk, and quiet poetry, this track traces the moments we leave behind and the stories we carry with us.

With lines that feel like open roads and melodies like old letters, Sadie Quinn reminds us that fame fades, but feelings don’t.
This is a song for late-night listeners, back-porch dreamers, and anyone who ever wondered what remains when everything else is gone.

“In the end, we’re nothing but stories.”


Nothing but Stories ist die erste Veröffentlichung von Sadie Quinn – einer Stimme aus Staub, Weite und Erinnerung. Zwischen Americana, Folk und flüsternder Poesie erzählt der Song von den Momenten, die vergehen, und den Geschichten, die bleiben.

Mit Zeilen wie Landstraßen und Melodien wie alte Briefe erinnert Sadie Quinn daran, dass Ruhm vergeht – Gefühle aber nicht.
Ein Lied für Nachtschwärmer, Veranda-Träumer und alle, die sich fragen, was bleibt, wenn alles andere verschwunden ist.

„Am Ende sind wir nichts als Geschichten.“

Nothing but Stories

LARA WOLFF – Abendlied

Ein Klassiker, der knallt.

Abendlied von 1779 – neu gedacht, neu vertont. Zwischen Wald, Nebel und Sternen erhebt sich jetzt eine Stimme, die kein Blatt vor den Mund nimmt. Direkt, ungeschönt, roh.

Lara Wolff verwandelt das berühmte Gedicht von Matthias Claudius in eine rebellische Punkrock-Hymne über Nacht, Zweifel und das Menschsein.

Kein Wiegenlied – eher ein Weckruf im Mondlicht.



LARA WOLFF – Abendlied

A classic with bite.

Abendlied from 1779 – reimagined, recharged. Among trees, mist, and stars, a voice rises that doesn’t hold back. Raw, direct, unapologetic.

Lara Wolff turns Matthias Claudius’s famous poem into a rebellious punk rock anthem about night, doubt, and being human.

Not a lullaby – more like a wake-up call under the moon.

abendlied

The Bicycle Ahead is a high-speed daydream in overdrive.
A sugary, over-the-top love monologue crashes headfirst into raw punk energy — with distorted guitars, pounding drums, and just the right amount of retro irony.

He follows her like a knight on four wheels.
She doesn’t even know he exists.
And that’s exactly the point.

Fast, loud, ridiculous — and weirdly romantic.


The Bicycle Ahead ist ein Tagtraum im Schleudergang.
Ein überzuckertes Liebesgeständnis trifft auf rotzigen Punk-Sound – verzerrte Gitarren, donnernde Drums und jede Menge Retro-Ironie inklusive.

Er fährt ihr hinterher wie ein Ritter auf vier Rädern.
Sie weiß nicht mal, dass es ihn gibt.
Und genau darum geht’s.

Schnell, laut, absurd – und auf seltsame Weise romantisch.

The Bicycle Ahead

Ein Junge liebt ein Mädchen.

Frei nach Heinrich Heine (1827) – eine klassische literarische Liebeserzählung aus Deutschland, neu erzählt in klarer, heutiger Sprache. Der Text handelt von verpassten Chancen, verletztem Stolz und jener einen Entscheidung, die alles verändert.

Zwischen Poesie und Direktheit, zwischen Herzschmerz und trockenem Humor entsteht ein Song über die alte Geschichte, die immer wieder neu passiert.

Für alle, die wissen, wie weh das manchmal tut.


A boy loves a girl.

Loosely based on Heinrich Heine (1827) – a classic German love story, retold in clear, contemporary language. The lyrics speak of missed chances, wounded pride, and that one decision that changes everything.

Somewhere between poetry and plain truth, heartbreak and dry wit, this is a song about the old story that keeps happening.

For everyone who knows how much it can hurt.

Ein Junge liebt ein Mädchen

A song like a day by the ocean. Gentle, poetic, and full of space. Find Your Wave is a quiet anthem for letting go – with salt in the air, sun on your back, and time to breathe.

Ein Song wie ein Tag am Meer. Zart, poetisch und voller Weite. „Find Your Wave“ ist eine ruhige Hymne fürs Loslassen – mit Salzwasser in der Luft, Sonne im Rücken und Zeit zum Atmen.

Find Your Wave

Red On The Hill is a quiet reflection on desire, distance, and the things we reach for but can never keep.

Inspired by Goethe’s Heidenröslein (1771), it tells the story of a brief encounter – something wild, untamed, and unforgettable.

A moment that leaves a mark long after it’s gone.



Red On The Hill ist ein stiller Blick zurück auf das, was wir begehren, aber nie festhalten können.

Inspiriert von Goethes Heidenröslein (1771), erzählt der Text von einer flüchtigen Begegnung – wild, ungezähmt, unauslöschlich.

Ein Moment, der bleibt, obwohl er längst vorbei ist.

red on the hill

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

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

LYRICS

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

message to bears- Find Our Way Home

The beast had lurked indeed,
and the beast, at its hour, had sprung.

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the newton brothers have done it again!!! here's to my haunting of bly manor hyperfixation. anyway this took so fking long and yet i still didn't sync it right oop. completely unmixed this time, just live performance using shitty keyboard instruments but i hope i just conveyed the general ~vibes~ because my heart breaks every time i listen to this

red on the hill

BRO