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Surge

The inspiration emerged from the raw emotions that surge within us during life’s tumultuous moments. Our feelings can take us on exhilarating highs and heart-wrenching lows. The lyrics capture the essence of holding on when faced with twists and turns. Imagery of sunshine and rain symbolizes growth, resilience, and the enduring power of love. Ultimately, it’s a celebration of the wild ride that is human connection and how, until our last breath we hold on to love.

Last Breath

Released 29/02/2024
Mastered by Tim Turan @ Turan Audio

No Watershed

Lyrics;
Before we realise
All the pseudo-freedom we’ve engineered
Will have tied our hands behind our backs and took the wheel

Even though it seems
Like a Utopian paradise, it’s by design
So when human nature rears it’s ugly head
Don’t be surprised

So I’ll stay inside
Until we start regressing

Ooooh,
Something terrible is going to happen soon
I can feel it in the air, wish it weren’t true
But the state were in is by design

The end is almost here
Raise a glass as the sun comes crashing down
First it burns through major cities and then it spreads through smaller towns

And as despairing as it seems
Hemlington will be swallowed by the lake
And some 150 burned out cars will land on Eastern American shores

So I’ll remain inside
Until the future’s over

Ooooh,
Something terrible is going to happen soon
I can feel it in the air, wish it weren’t true
But the state were in is by design

The Circus (By Design)

So What

This track started as an experiment with reverb and repetition, with the lyrics a riff on Adrienne Rich's love poetry, exploring how external forces can bend and distort our love for another.

"The Lost Letters" are musician Ben J Heal and Taiwanese singer Fulya, who together started experimenting with lo-fi dream-pop music in 2023. The self-titled album, coming soon on Coju Recordings, comments on originality and authenticity by cutting up literary sources and blending analog and digital recordings. Ben's been a member of art-rock stalwarts "birdbath since 1994, and his "cowman" noise-rock project has released several albums on Ingue Records. His other projects include 2014’s cacophony of synth and gong "Hitobashira-ni". and 2016’s drony acid-folk experiment as "morimori". The "Coaxial" project further explores drone, plagiarism and electronica. All available on tape or DL via Bandcamp.

The Lost Letters

Cecille

The Lost Letters - Cecille

Benjamin Russell channels Tony Bennett and Sparks in his new video, performed in the Blueberry Ice Cream Room, a lounge on a plane between the Love Dimension and somewhere else.

The song explores the generational divide which has flipped since Cat Stevens wrote "Father and Son" in which the son implores his father to understand his point of view. Here, a father attempts the reverse.

VALE OF PAIN is from his brand spanking new PLEASURE CENTER album, available everywhere.

Music video: https://studio.youtube.com/video/rPRbn_txHz0/edit

Pleasure Center

Vale Of Pain

Something

rainbow road

The Right Path

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/07vp6Bp9GNWPNtQZbnFxdE
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/shaun-moss/1644756313
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe8sKC8ckYM

Lyrics:
Birthed in the matrix
Hidden from the truth
Unplug from the illusion
Open your eyes fool
Hypnotized minds
Keep us in the dark
Find your way out
Use your spark

Resistance is futile
Future lookin' bleak
Bullshit
Don't obey
It's the light we choose to seek
Cyborgs and machines
Skynet complete
Digital demons
Our souls they will reap

Breakin' the algorithm
Bringin' that heat
With triplet flows
Tongue-twistin' rhymes
Spittin' truth to power
Exposin' their lies
Horrorcore vibes
For hard times
Keepin' the resistance alive
Your fire is already inside

Encased by
Artificial worlds
Generated by poorly written code
Fake money
Fake wealth
Fake hoes
The system's ready to implode
Foundation made of sand
Worthless fiat
Inflatin' fuckin' scam
Biggest known to man

Stop chasing paper
It's not what it seems
Stack shiny
The metal that gleams
Ditch their shitty phones
They fuckin' up your dreams
In your home
Recording every print
Feeding their machines
To interpret
It's a tyrant's wet dream

Wake up and smell the shit
It's piling in
Exit your haze
Time for you and the system to finally split ways

Fuck their code
Fuck their phones
Out they go
No more control
Here we go
Straight out their back fuckin' window

Surge

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