butterflies-🦋😍.mp3

C’è qualcuno che mi pensa…

Song Synopsis – A sly, witty alt-indie track that blends neuroscience with Northern bluntness that explores how our brains bend reality without asking permission. 

From dodgy neural decorators to dopamine dealers, it toys with the idea that perception is nothing more than a well-rehearsed magic trick. With nods to Kahneman, Tversky, and visual illusions like the McCollough effect, the song turns cognitive bias into a danceable conspiracy urging listeners to embrace the lies we live in and make them beautiful.


Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your brain’s a dodgy decorator, painting over cracks,
Guessing where the colour goes, cutting all the facts.
Purple? Not real, just a mash-up in your head,
Like a rumour that got louder till you swore it was said.

Free will’s on paper, but the ink won’t dry,
It’s a dopamine dealer with a glint in its eye.
You’re not pulling the strings, mate  you’re just in the show,
Dancing for rewards you don’t even know.

[Chorus]
If we’re all hallucinating,
Let’s make it worth the time we’re wasting.
We can decorate the lies we’re living in,
Turn the static into something worth believing in. 

[Verse 2]
Perception’s just a best guess dressed as truth,
Your eyes are little liars with a baby tooth.
McCollough stripes will mess with your sight,
Proving even daylight can be edited at night.
Psychosis? Just the volume knob cranked too far,
Same signal, but now you’re the headline star.
Seeing patterns in teabags, codes in the rain,
It’s the same brain, just skipping the chain.

[Chorus]
If we’re all hallucinating,
Let’s make it worth the time we’re wasting.
We can decorate the lies we’re living in,
Turn the static into something worth believing in. 

[Bridge]
Kahneman’s whispers, Tversky’s tells,
Your mind’s a magician who never yells.
It hides the trick right under your nose,
And you clap along like it’s part of the show.

[Final Chorus – Lift]
If we’re all hallucinating,
Let’s make it worth the time we’re wasting.
If the truth’s elastic, let’s stretch it thin,
And weave it into something worth living in. 


© 2025 [Dendritedisco]. All Rights Reserved.


Elastic truth.

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Love ALL Week

“After the Blur” is a soul-deep journey through emotional clarity, crafted by Kaelion with haunting precision and poetic restraint. Across 20 tracks, the album explores what remains after the chaos fades — the quiet truths, the unsent signals, the soft armor we wear to survive love.

Each song is a vignette: cinematic, intimate, and structured like a memory. From the ambient ache of “Poignant Flow” to the sensual defiance of “Spicy Hot Ballads,” Kaelion builds a sonic archive that feels lived-in and timeless. The production is minimalist but textured — ambient pads, lo-fi percussion, soft piano, and vocals that glide between confession and control.

Themes of emotional interference, quiet resilience, and late-night vulnerability run throughout. The album doesn’t chase resolution — it honors the blur, the bloom, and the breath that follows.

1. Glass Pulse

[Verse 1]
Whispers drift in the quiet night
Shadows dance in the soft moonlight
I see your face but it's far away
A dream I chase that won't stay
Time moves so slow, like it knows
Every heartbeat, every glow

[Chorus]
Fading lights, they pull me in
The spark has gone, where do we begin?
Fading lights, your touch so near
I lose myself when you're here

[Verse 2]
Words unspoken hanging in the air
A static hum, it's everywhere
Your eyes are storms, your smiles a calm
You're the fire and the balm
A beat picks up, my soul aligns
Every rhythm, every sign

[Chorus]
Fading lights, they pull me in
The spark has gone, where do we begin?
Fading lights, your touch so near
I lose myself when you're here

[Bridge]
A beat picks up, my soul aligns
Every rhythm, every sign

[Chorus]
Fading lights, they pull me in
The spark has gone, where do we begin?
Fading lights, your touch so near
I lose myself when you're here

Fading lights

Huawei Don’t Know I Cast Spells in My Syntax

ECLIPSE

[Verse 1]
In shadows deep, where secrets sleep,
I wander alone in silent grief.
A silver doe in midnight’s glow,
Whispers of love lost long ago.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
The wind, a ghost, murmurs her name,
Her laughter fades like a dying flame.
By starlit rivers, my dreams adrift,
In every breeze, I feel her shift.

[Chorus]
Memories trace a midnight sky,
Faded roses and whispered sighs.
On cliffs, old vows echo in the night,
While the ocean mourns in pale moonlight.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Barren fields under a sorrowed sky,
Wilted petals of dreams gone by.
Every step is a silent plea,
Haunted forever by her memory.

[Coda]
In twilight’s arms, my heart remains unsealed,
A whispered love—a wound never healed.

[Outro – Instrumental]

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“Her Memory” is a Dark Alternative Rock / Atmospheric Sadcore lament where grief blooms in silence.

Baritone vocals of Kareem Tyler (Project KT) intertwine with Valerie Rusnak’s ethereal voice, carried by echoing guitar, ambient piano, and haunting percussion.

Each note unfolds like a shadowed memory, painting sorrow in cinematic layers—where faded roses and whispered vows mourn under pale moonlight.

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Genre: Dark Alternative Rock / Atmospheric Sadcore
Key: A Minor
BPM: 165
Time Signature: 4/4

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A tribute to Professor Severus Snape.

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Main Artist: Kareem Tyler
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart
Featured Artist: Valeria Rusnak
https://audio.com/valeria-rusnak

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

Her Memory (feat. Valeria Rusnak)

Here I Am” is a vulnerable yet victorious Christian R&B ballad that lays bare the struggle of shame, pride, and hidden wounds—yet declares the power of God’s unconditional love. Inspired by Psalm 51 and Romans 5:8, the song moves from whispered confession to a triumphant choir-backed finale, reminding us that God doesn’t wait for our perfection—He meets us in our surrender.

ECLIPSE

Matthew David