this is strangely nostalgic. sounds great.

Buttercup

(Verse 1)
You slide in like static on the radio
Midnight perfume, dressed in vertigo
Eyes like crime scenes, lips a cigarette
I lit your fuse, but I’m the one who’s wrecked

(Pre-Chorus)
You said, “Love’s a game,” and I’m a bad sport
Always chasing hearts I can’t afford

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Verse 2)
We danced like secrets on the fire escape
Your laugh was louder than my big mistakes
I should’ve known from the start,
You play guitars like you play hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
Said “Don’t get close,” but pulled me in tight
I lost my head in your blacklight

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Bridge)
And now your ghost is in my speakers
Singing lies in perfect pitch
I tried to quit you cold,
But you're the needle and the itch

(Final Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
I’d light you up all over again
Even if it burns, I’ll take the flame
You're the bruise that feels like fame
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Love like yours should be restricted

Velvette cigarettes

1988 is more than an album—it’s a time machine back to the glory days when heavy metal ruled the airwaves, the stage, and our hearts. From 1980 to 1989, a generation of denim-clad dreamers and leather-bound rebels forged anthems that would echo through eternity. This project is a loud, unapologetic celebration of that golden decade—of pounding drums, screaming guitars, and the brotherhood of true metal fans.

Every song on 1988 is a salute to the legends who inspired us, and a rallying cry to all who still carry the torch. Turn it up, feel the power, and remember: metal never dies—it only gets louder.

1988

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LYRICS

Sous un soleil qui ne dort jamais
Nos pas légers sur ce sable doré 
Un ama tendu entre deux arbres 
Le vent chante doux
Tout est d’accord

Oh l’île de nos rêves
Où le temps s’élève
Tout s’efface
Tout se tisse
Dans ce coin de paradis
La vie est simple
La vie est douce

Les jours passent sans horloge ni bruit
Un feu le soir
Des étoiles pour abri
Un coquillage qui chante la mélodie
Et l’amour danse sous la lune endormie

Oh l’île de nos rêves
Où le temps s’élève
Tout s’efface
Tout se tisse
Dans ce coin de paradis
La vie est simple
La vie est douce

Pas de galère 
Pas de course à faire
Juste la mer 
Des mangues sucrées
Des rires légers
Chaque instant est un secret partagé

Oh l’île de nos rêves
Où le temps s’élève
Tout s’efface
Tout se tisse
Dans ce coin de paradis
La vie est simple
La vie est douce

Ile de nos rêves

Île de nos rêves

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Ten tracks unravel like a midnight drive through shifting mirages: fuzz-saturated strings, trembling synths, hypnotic motorik drums, and a deep female voice bending between whispers and fire.

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