Get lost in these mellow Indie tracks. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in North Africa.

Indie Chill

Get lost in these mellow Indie tracks. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Belgium.

Gathering friends at your place? Everybody loves indie? Then yes, this is the playlist. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Belgium.

Indie for when your friends come over

Indie and folk for your dreamy day in the house. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Belgium.

Duvet Day Indie

Gathering friends at your place? Everybody loves indie? Then yes, this is the playlist. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Central Asia.

SILVERLINING

Bite Reality

In My Pocket


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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Messy [Nostalgia Mix] "Free Download"

Mean Time

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative

vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife)

fone sex

Headless Horseman

Old friend

Burn'n Ambition

latest upload: 16 july 2025, 2:24 AM

file: flora cash - catastrophic (14 july - catastrophic, you're fuckin G# minor to E) studio bounce 3, 15 july 2025

lyrics:

you chew me up…
you chew me up and spit me out
i’m tired of seeing what you’ve done
i’m tired of seeing what you won’t
i’m tired of living in your home 

i’m tired of living in your heart 
i’m tired of being what you won’t
i’m tired of being what you found  
oh oh oh oh oh oh

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking  

stop…
being what i need
stop trying to appease
stop being who i love 
stop being who i love 

you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know 
that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it 
hear what you want

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking…  


you’ve got away with it often
heartache
now you should know that i know what you are
what you’ve done
and you can’t even pause it hear what you are

you’re fucking catastrophic  
you’re fucking catastrophic 
you’re fucking catastrophic

CATASTROPHIC

loco

“I want to be you / but I never want to say the truth to you” — it captures that mix of vulnerability and emotional detachment that defines late-night overthinking.

Composed and performed by Zion Dere
Produced by Zion Dere, Janek Hruschka
Mixed by Janek Hruschka
Master by Juan Camillo Escobar

Francos Pain - walking near

Ik Ga Er Niets Aan Doen

девочки любят траву, гашик, коноплю
это так круто
Ведь это так круто
оставили тебя одну
Снова одну
 в ванной на  утро
Пьяной на утро

Я уже устал мечтать 
Что будешь подо мной
Видно я слишком тупой
Видно я слишком тупой
(Опять проблемы с головой)
Это грязная туса
Их моя киса не любит
Опять пишут подруги
Зовут пыхнуть на кухне
Твое бледное тело
Было настолько красиво 
После поцелуя с тобой
Меня сбила машина
Меня сбила машина 
Меня сбила машина
Мое тело онемело
И всю память отшибло

Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу
Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу
Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу
Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу

девочки любят траву, гашик, коноплю
это так круто
Ведь это так круто
оставили тебя одну
Снова одну
 в ванной на  утро
Пьяной на утро

Твое бледное тело
Было настолько красиво 
После поцелуя с тобой
Меня сбила машина
Меня сбила машина 
Меня сбила машина
Мое тело онемело
И всю память отшибло

Но никогда я не забуду
Мою любимую Полину <3

полина <3

Yellow

if you knew (bside)

Kxrma

All relative. All introspective. All thoughful. Flora Antoniak wrote some wonderful songs 5 years ago, Gregor Mair listened to them on Soundcloud, they met up and became partners in crime (aka making music). After some electronic downtempo dance releases on Szeretet Records here's Két Idegen's first introspective and dreamy album, influenced by dream pop, post rock, ambient and so on. Thoughtful and melancholic music for long autumn and winter nights. Good listening experience and big love! Flora & Gregor

All Relative

Lumen

Két Idegen - Lumen

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WHAT MATTERS

“Futureghost Transmission” blends 60s psychedelic warmth with glam-punk grit and modern rap verses. A haunting retro-future anthem about signals from forgotten timelines, spectral memories, and the echoes of hearts caught between past and tomorrow. Cinematic, neon-soaked, and emotionally electric.

loco

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