smallest things

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On the outskirts of the Parisian sprawl, we drift through the evening hush, our steps tracing the edges of a world half-lit.
The air crackles—charged, restless. Somewhere, we hear the city hums, a distant, roaring tide.
And there is this stranger, curious, starry-eyed, looking at us.
We stop, tilt our heads together, a faint smile :

« I scream, you scream ! Everyday is a new *silence*
It was all paradoxical
Fullness in the crisis

Silence is priceless »

silence is priceless

INVINCIBL

helen island - INVINCIBL

Hymnal

Incense

Heith - The Scrollkeeper (PAN 147S2)
Label: PAN
Cat.No.: PAN 147S2
Release Date: 15 April 2025
Purchase: pan.lnk.to/TheScrollkeeper

Heith shares 'The Scrollkeeper', the second single from the upcoming album 'Escape Lounge', out via PAN on April 25th, 2025 - accompanied by a new music video.

Written and produced by Heith and Leonardo Rubboli
Drums by Jacopo Battaglia
Harmonica and Synthesizer by Leonardo Rubboli
Mixed at TWS
Mastered by Amir Shoat
Artwork by Heith and Nicola Tirabasso

Heith - The Scrollkeeper (PAN 147S2)

In January

Glimpse

In Dreams

In Dreams (feat. Eva May)

Carved by the Moon (Acoustic)

I Could See the Smallest Things

Don't Mind

I Borrowed my Dad's Car But We Had Nowhere To Go So We Drove Around Listening to Music All Night

We Walked all the Way to the Lake and The Water Was So Still We Jumped in Naked

Star Dream FM

The House Party Went On So Long We Talked and Drank and Played Music til The Morning

Story
The Whisper of the Wendigo
In the frozen forests of the north, where the wind cuts like blades and the trees creak like old bones, the legend of the Wendigo is told. It is not a being, the elders say, but a hunger. A hunger that walks.
Centuries ago, in a village surrounded by eternal fir trees, lived a hunter named Maikan. He was strong, wise, and respected by his tribe. But that winter was cruel. The snow fell relentlessly, the animals fled, and hunger settled in like a faceless guest.
Maikan, desperate, ventured into the forest alone, searching for prey. Days passed. When he returned, his eyes were no longer his own. He brought meat, yes, but no one knew where it came from. His wife looked at him in horror. His son cried without knowing why. And that night, the fire provided no warmth.
The Wendigo had entered.
They say the Wendigo doesn't transform suddenly. First, it whispers to you. It promises you strength, warmth, power. Then it demands meat. Solitude. Silence. Maikan began to change. Her skin turned gray like ash. Her fingers long as branches. Her voice, a hollow echo.
One night, she disappeared. Only footprints that weren't human remained, and a trail of black frost.

🎶 Listen 💫 Share 💬 Comment ➕📃🎧 Add to your playlists... Because this journey is meaningless without you... Thank you for being here... J. Bilbao

Sonic Universe

Wendigo

I wrote this song in the end of 2019, it has that winter, longing for light, new energy feel. Originally a folk song, now a more Americana/Canadana style.

Peter Eijsten

SILENT SEASON bye 25 edition

Season of Jubilee

Psychic Nausea

A.K.A: O.G. Jigg

For Bookings (Full Live Set or DJ) email: will@memotone.co.uk
Releases with:
THE TRILOGY TAPES
Patience/Impatience
Sahko Recordings
Accidental Meetings
Termina
@Diskotopia
@BastakiyaTapes
Black Acre


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In Dreams (feat. Eva May)

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