Uploaded this awhile ago and it was set to private, just opened it up to public. This was my first ever solo music production from a year ago! Evolving, innit!

When She's Gone - Demo

Created with Suno AI. 

With the curtains drawn on barred windows
The start of the incarceration 
Bleeds into the walls
And with the doors chained, and bonds tightened
The start of the incarceration 
Creeps through the halls

When the sun goes down, and the sky is bruised
The start of the awakening 
Rattles through the walls
And when the moon is full, but hidden in the fog
The start of the awakening 
Stalks us one and all

“Don’t make a sound
It’ll be okay
Just trust me
It has to be this way”

But I refuse to sleep in this room where it touches me
And I would rather be a prisoner if this is what’s considered free
Coerced and forced to let it lay down upon me
It’s happened so many times I don’t even trust my own memory

When I try to recollect all those times that I didn’t want 
I doubt that anyone will believe 
Was it yesterday or today? 
Was I nine, fifteen, or twenty five?
Perhaps it never did
Or did it never end?

It rattles all the walls
As it creeps through the halls
To stalk and steal what it needs
Burrows itself deep
Seeps inside of me
And leaves me to bleed

But I refuse to sleep in this room where it touches me
And I would rather be a prisoner if this is what’s considered free
Coerced and forced to let it lay down upon me
It’s happened so many times I don’t even trust my own memory

the devil lives in the cellar

Sailor in the Wind


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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A house without memory.
A second attempt.
The House That Remains—what surfaced when the sail caught breath.

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

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In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

ghost kiosk

Fake Plastic Trees

there is something strange in the air
don't you feel it?
Or is it that I'm just so sensitive?

[ bridge]

A little while ago, 
I made a wish on a falling star
as they used to do
many years ago
[ bridge]
Now the wish has  come through

[ drop ]

When we get away from here
we'll be living among
[ bridge]
common people again

Go ahead and kiss each other
like you dont't mind enyone
This is a good advice 
What’s lent with heart 
[ bridge]
shall not be lost

what do you expect in August night?
Take a look yourself,
before it gets too light

Did you see, what I see?
[ bridge]
So made a wish on a falling star
as they used to do
many years ago
Now the wish has  come through
[ bridge]
So we together can go.

[ electric leading metalis sharp desrt raw solo intermezzo ]


Those  falling stars are muddling everything
What do you thinks it mean?
[ bridge]
What can it be and what for?

[ dark synths intermezzo ]

One lounly soul is flying up,
[ bridge]
while others see  just falling stars...
[ bridge]
[ instrumental outro ]


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