My Medicine by The Pretty Reckless (slowed n stuff)

caroline - artemas (slowed+bass+reeverb)

my girlfriend's girlfriend - type o negative [slowed]

Witch Hunt

It fell apart
For good reason
It fell apart
It was my season

For the life to tumble
For the life to fall
For the life, I dreamt
For the life I called

Me
But, it wasn't me
It was to rot for
Someone I was not

I lived a life
For someone, I thought
Cared for my dreams
Cared for my loss

I started to build it back up
When someone who cared
When someone loved
When someone was there

They came into my life
It was great
They came into my life
I'm back to the same

Old self
Old soul
Old dreams
Old gold

It's time, it's time
To take back what is mine
It's time, it's time

Relax
Relax
It's my gold
Relax
It's my gold
Relax
It's my gold
Relax
It's my gold
Relax
It's my gold

Rebuilding Life

Loyalty
Is the new sexy
Loyalty
Is the new sexy

Don't settle for less
Don't settle for fakes
Don't settle for tricks
Don't settle for sakes

Of your peace
Of mind
Your peace
So find

You are one
Of a kind
You are
Like a fine wine

Loyalty
Is the new sexy
Loyalty
Is the new sexy

Don't settle for less
Don't settle for fakes
Don't settle for tricks
Don't settle for sake

Of your peace
Of mind
Your peace
So find

You are one
Of a kind
You are
Like a fine wine

Like a fine wine

You are one
Of a kind
You are
Like a fine wine

You are one
Of a kind
You are
Like a fine wine

Like a fine wine

Like a fine wine



Like a Fine Wine (Reprise)

I'll go
Leave tomorrow
I'll go
Leave tomorrow

Be me
Be me
Be me
Be me

I have to give
Give my heart
I have to give
Give my heart

I want calm
I want to calm
My life

I want calm
I want to calm
My life

I don't know
I think you're special
I don't know
I think you're special
But you are
But you are
But you are
But you are

I gotta give
You gotta take the love
I gotta give
You gotta take the love

Don't let it stop me
Don't let it stop me
Don't let it stop me
Don't let it stop me

Be me
Be me
Be me
Be me
Be me
Be me

Take it out
Take it out of your brain
Take it out
Take it out of your brain

Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

My days are not over
My days are not yesterday 
Could cry
Could cry
Could cry
Could cry
My life

I want calm
I want to calm
My life

Could cry
Could cry
My life

Could cry
Could cry
My life

I don't know
I think you're special
I don't know
I think you're special
I don't know
I think you're special
I don't know
I think you're special
My Life

I want to calm, My life!

Stay balanced
Stay even
Stay informed
Stay, no leavin

Don't let it overcome you
Don't let it lead
Don't let it get ya
Don't let it bleed

Your mind
Your patience
Your love
Your heart

The flight
Will take you
The flight
Will depart

Your mind
Your patience
Your love
Your heart

Keep strong
Keep doing what you're doing
Stay relax
And, give peace a chance
A chance
A chance

Give peace a chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance

Don't let it overcome you
Don't let it lead
Don't let it get ya
Don't let it bleed

Your mind
Your patience
Your love
Your heart

The flight
Will take you
The flight
Will depart

Your mind
Your patience
Your love
Your heart

Keep strong
Keep doing what you're doing
Stay relax
And, give peace a chance
A chance
A chance
Give peace a chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance

A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance

Keep strong
Keep doing what you're doing
Stay relax
And, give peace a chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
Give peace a chance
Give peace a chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance
A chance

The Flight of Peace

Individuality

Teenage Fantasy

Grafenberg’s debut full-length No Saints, No Proof is a hallucinatory collision of Anatolian psychedelia, dark electronic ritual, and surf-noir energy.
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.

It is an album about memory and resistance — how glitches, ghosts, and fractured signals can become sacred. Ritual mantras (“Order Eats the Sun”, “Loom of Wires”) sit alongside spectral ballads (“Tape Ghost Mirage”, “VHS Desert Prayer”) and driving nocturnal anthems (“Motor Moon Communion”).

The sound is tactile, imperfect, and alive: warm compression, tape-delay halos, lo-fi grain.
For listeners of Gaye Su Akyol, Altın Gün, Tame Impala, and anyone seeking a darker, cinematic edge to psychedelic electronic music.

Order Eats the Sun

If your uncle looked like Kenny Rogers, Santa Claus, and an almond farmer all rolled into one, singing 1980s synthpop vibes, that would be me. Every now and then I mix in a little reggae, blues, country rock too. Stay tuned for updates.

Just call me Mike, aka MDRJR.

PS: Do not forget to give yourself a chance.