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Mort Garson - Swingin39 Spathipyllums

Original by Graham Kartna from .temp lemonade edition. You can also find the track listed on soundcloud under the name "Apathetically plunges into luke warm oblivion".

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It is a maze of old regrets, forgotten fears, and parts of myself that I dare not face. Some paths I know too well—each step, each twist and turn carved from memories I can’t seem to escape. It’s where the unanswered questions live, the ones that echo in the silence when I lie awake at night, unsure if I’ll ever find an answer. Why did I stay when I should have left? Why did I speak when silence would’ve been enough? The walls hum with these unspoken things, their rhythm lulling me into an uneasy dance with my past.

But there are places in this labyrinth that have never ventured out to, hidden chambers that have remained sealed for years. There are parts of me, raw and untouched, waiting to be discovered—or maybe never to be seen at all. I can feel them, just out of reach, like fragments of a dream that dissolve as soon as I try to grasp them. They tug at the edges of my mind, urging me to explore deeper, to face the parts of myself that I have locked away in the darkest corners. But each time I get close, a part of me recoils, afraid of what might be found.

The air in the labyrinth is thick, heavy with a strange mix of longing and despair. I can hear the faint whispers of others—shadows of people who once walked beside me, echoes of voices I cannot place, reminders of paths not taken. They linger, these figures, just beyond the light of my awareness. I reach out to them, hoping to find a guide, but they are elusive, slipping through my fingers like sand.

There are moments when the labyrinth feels too small, as if I could collapse it all into nothing with a single, desperate push. And yet, there are other moments, longer stretches of time, when it feels infinite, an endless stretch of corridors that I will never fully understand. The further I go, the more disorienting it becomes. I lose track of time, of direction, of who I am in the midst of all the twisting. Is this still me, or have I become the shadow I chase?

I often wonder if it always been here, lurking beneath the surface of my thoughts, waiting for the right moment to emerge. Or perhaps it grows with me, each step I take leaving behind new twists, new turns, new rooms. It is a creation of my own making, a reflection of the pieces of myself that I cannot fully reconcile, a map of my own mind in its most fragmented form.

And sometimes, when I stand still, when I listen to the silence in the darkness, I wonder if it is not just something I am trapped in. Maybe it is a place I belong to, a shadow that has always been a part of me, a part I cannot shake no matter how hard I try. Maybe the trick is not to escape it, but to learn how to walk through it without fear, to move with the shadows rather than against them.

It is the shape of me, the silhouette of my own soul etched into the walls of time, stretching into infinity. And maybe, just maybe, the only way out is to stop looking for the exit at all.






Shadow Self

it's nice to be a starálfur (sigur rós x vegyn) [pitched up]

The song is about being damaged and broken Hearted by


Lyrics 

Verse 

With so much to confess from his place of hurt and stress 
As his life continues to bleed I pay the price for my deeds 
When all I got in return Was Malice and all the worst 
You've got some nerve. 

Chorus

Everything you had 
Damaged by used goods 
She took all your worth 
6-ft in the dirt.

Damaged By Used Goods

Closing soundtrack to an 80's Rom-com, probably European.

Perfume Tunnel

https://grahamkartna.bandcamp.com/album/drain
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/1MbcVua0YS4c6JoJb42cMb
Mastered by Greg Smith
Vocal Feature by Marcus Lauzon

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