Krautrock Was Born in 1969

Vitamin C

The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows

The LHI Years: Singles, Nudes & Backsides (1968-71)

Hey Cowboy

beat produced by: @yamissin ♡


⚝ lyrics:

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯?
𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯?
𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦
𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺
𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴?
𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯?
𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯?
𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵




† 𝟓𝐡𝐲:
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instagram: www.instagram.com/im5hy

† Yami's Sin:
spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3lv0ojUX8JQFTdXG5mTUTp?si=Yf0UEaM1TLa-rAMXwCcojA
instagram: www.instagram.com/yamisgotsins


⚝ 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 & 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮: 5𝙝𝙮
⚝ 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮: 𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙞'𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙣

masochist

Don’t Look At Me

where we began, where we end is an album about a love that was real, consuming, and never meant to survive the world it existed in.

This record tells the story of a relationship that lived outside the lines. Not reckless. Not casual. But something that formed quietly in stolen time, shared routines, and a depth of connection that felt stronger because it had nowhere safe to exist. A bond built in the margins. In parking lots, late nights, borrowed hours. In spaces where everything feels more intense because it has to remain hidden.

The songs trace the arc from ignition to erosion. The rush of being seen in a way you hadn’t been before. The intimacy that grows when two people choose each other privately, even as the outside world insists they shouldn’t. What begins as warmth and certainty slowly bends under pressure, unspoken rules, looming consequences, the constant awareness of expectations that never needed to be spoken aloud.

This album isn’t about choosing different futures. It’s about being denied the chance to choose at all. About loving someone fully while knowing the life you’re building together exists on borrowed time. About staying longer than you should in something fragile because it feels truer than anything else you’ve known.

There’s no moralizing here. No defense. Just honesty. The ache doesn’t come from deception, but from inevitability. From watching something genuine collapse under the weight of obligation, reputation, and rules that leave no room for human connection.

Musically, the album mirrors that tension. Intimate, restrained, and deliberate. Songs breathe and circle rather than resolve, reflecting a relationship that kept looping back on itself, never allowed to move forward. Silence matters as much as sound. Repetition becomes confession. Nothing rushes toward closure because closure was never an option.

By the end, there’s no catharsis. Just recognition. The understanding that some loves don’t fail because they weren’t strong enough, but because the world had no place for them to exist.

where we began, where we end is not an argument.
It’s a record of something real that happened in the shadows.
A document of what it feels like to build something meaningful in a space that was never meant to hold it, and to live with the quiet aftermath of letting it go.

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