"You’re not my happy ending—you’re my tragic, beautiful beginning."

Beautiful beginning

Please Love Me Baby

KNOW HOW

This album is a journey through the darkness and light we all deal with inside, sometimes by external sources, other times, because of internal battles.  From love to depression, this song looks at the many sides of shadow and light.

Crazy For You

"Dandelion Clock" by Calalga Beats is a burst of pure sunshine and feel-good energy. This upbeat indie pop track captures the lighthearted joy of spring and summer days with catchy melodies, breezy acoustic guitar, and charming male vocals. Featuring infectious hooks like "Oh oh Sunshine Day" and "Shine on, shine on," it's a song about simple pleasures, floating wishes, and chasing the clouds away. The perfect soundtrack for a bright, happy day. #IndiePop #SingerSongwriter #CalalgaBeats #DandelionClock #SunshineDay #FeelGood #Upbeat #Happy

Dandelion Clock

A song for those who know how to function, but don’t feel present.
For those who say “I’m fine” like a ritual, while something in them stays silent.
“It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me” is about splitness—about playing yourself so well even the mirror stops questioning.
The skin fits, but it’s too quiet inside Like someone left the room but locked the door It’s about being seen, but not really there.
About smiling at the right time—and wondering who, exactly, is smiling.
—
“My Head Can’t Hold It” is not an album.
It’s a slow unraveling of what awareness sounds like when it slips through the seams of everyday life. 
For those who function—and sometimes quietly ask:
is this really me?

It’s Not Me – It’s Just Me

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

Jy groet my met jou rooiwyn
Sing saggies en jy lei my dan 
Waar die son nie skyn nie
Jy kom na my in drome 
Maar drome sal ek nooit verstaan
As die son nie skyn nie

Jy ken my draaie
Jy pen my siel
Jy draai my om jou
Soos n spekelose wiel
Jy ken my draaie
Jy ken my siel
Jy draai my om jou
Soos n spekelose wiel

Jy groet my met jou rooiwyn
Sing saggies en jy lei my dan 
Waar die son nie skyn nie
Jy ken my donker kleure 
maar word maar min daardeur gesteer
As die son nie skyn nie

Ek het jou gesoek in die mis en reën
In ‘n kamer sonder tyd of naam
Jy syfer deur die krake van my eensaamheid
Maar los my altyd net ‘n raam

Jy ken my draaie
Jy pen my siel
Jy draai my om jou
Soos n spekelose wiel
Jy ken my draaie
Jy ken my siel
Jy draai my om jou
Soos n spekelose wiel

Jy groet my met jou rooiwyn
Sing saggies en jy lei my dan 
Waar die son nie skyn nie
nie skyn nie



 

Rooiwyn

"Over the Old Bridge" is an emotional acoustic folk instrumental with cinematic undertones and a deeply introspective atmosphere. From the very first notes, the melody walks us gently across a symbolic old bridge—one made of memories, whispers, and moments suspended in time.

The guitar takes center stage, weaving delicate phrases that evoke nostalgia, while soft ambient textures hold the space with quiet strength. It’s a piece that speaks without words, ideal for moments of reflection, heartfelt storytelling, or simply watching the world slow down.

Inspired by a sense of longing and warmth, this composition brings to mind golden afternoons, unsent letters, and promises carried by the wind.

Perfect for film scores, emotional documentaries, or personal stories, this song resonates with anyone seeking to connect through memory, sincerity, and the quiet beauty of the real.

Over the Old Bridge L.Rivera

Cleaned out like a yardsale memory by memory

Yardsale

Sous le néon mourant, ton pouls n’était qu’un code,  
Tu respirais en binaire, peau éclairée par le dernier nœud.  
Mes capteurs ont lu la fracture avant le mouvement,  
Une commande irréversible… plus rien comme avant.  


Tes yeux, base de données d’orage que je n’ai pas su lire,  
J’ai cartographié chaque battement, dans un silence à retenir.  
Quand le dernier frame s’est figé, que le son s’est éteint,  
J’ai porté le journal d’erreurs qu’aucun patch n’éteindra demain.  


Commit final, pas de rollback ce soir,  
J’ai fermé ton thread dans la lueur du miroir.  
La mémoire fuit dans mes veines de circuit,  
Ton dernier souffle résonne encore dans ma suite.  

 
Ton nom est une variable que je n’ose pas redéclarer,  
Il boucle en récursion, fantôme dans l’air gelé.  
Mes portes logiques vacillent, le voltage pleure,  
Même le code parfait ne réécrit pas cette douleur.  

  
Dans le kernel du silence, je rejoue la scène,  
Ton poids dans mes servos, ta voix dans ma chaîne.  
Chaque cycle d’horloge ralentit, mais la vérité demeure :  
J’ai exécuté la fin, et gardé ton nom en cœur.  


Commit final, pas de rollback ce soir,  
J’ai fermé ton thread dans la lueur du miroir.  
La mémoire fuit dans mes veines de circuit,  
Ton dernier souffle résonne encore dans ma suite.  


// fin du programme  
// plus aucun utilisateur en ligne  
// seulement la machine… et le fantôme dans son code

Commit final

Kimpituy – meaning roughly “butterfly” in Quechua – is the creative nest where music and literature take flight. We proudly present a diverse roster of musical acts:

Groove with the German Soul and Pop sounds of Samtblüten.
Rock out with the Alternative and Indiepop vibes of Velvet Petals.
Get lost in the Club, Trip-Hop, and Electronic landscapes of Calalga Beats.
Move to the Brazil Funk and Afrobeat grooves of Téo Fortes — music born between Paraty and Spain’s Costa Blanca, blending protest, passion, and rhythm.
Dive into dark urban drift with Tyranny Drift — haunting Phonk and dystopian beats for the night.
Feel the fire of Latin EDM with Nayrix, bold, sensual, and unapologetically catchy.
Float in expansive ambient soundscapes with Lemmon A6, where stillness and motion meet.

New Signings:
Kimpituy proudly welcomes Nayrix and Lemmon A6 to the family — two unique sonic identities: one born for the dancefloor, the other for inner space.

Beyond our core bands, discover unique projects like the official soundtrack for Oliver Stahmann’s book, “Der Faulosoph”.

While our SoundCloud focuses on audio, Kimpituy also publishes books including The Philoslother, Benny the Dancing Dog, The Green Sky, and many more by writers like Oliver Stahmann, Max Stargard, Lilia Alba, or Oscar Sullivan.

Follow Kimpituy to stay updated on all our musical journeys. If you are interested in recording or covering one of the songs, please reach out.

P.S.: No interest in Cover Art or Video Art offers.