Don't count me out yet!

☼s2ire — "Spindle Wire" ☼underwoth ☼gos ☼¿ [tech]

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March - May 2025 songwork by Sasha L. Huron
Artwork by Sage N. Cano @vidrio12
01. Diploma talk
02. Candled light, sandedly's night
03. Stockcar
04. I'm just Honest (I tell a hundred lies)
05. Hidden Forest
06. Grey car-ride streets
07. abandoned
08. Takeme under your wings
09. It's my wrong name all over again (but it's okay ⚙)
10. 01 dust worship
11. Submission (Pathstrung edit)
Download @ https://sideonlose.bandcamp.com/album/sixtlyfives-thousand-doves

Sixtlyfive's thousand doves 🕊🕊【Full album】

himegalist.bandcamp.com
soundcloud.com/chekimeshi

lyrics

絵画が消えるまで見続ける
私の何かがネジ曲がっている
筆から煙が出てしまう
君は前からそう書いていた

絵画が消えるまで見続ける
私が消えるまで見続ける

星が私のことを笑う
その邪悪の笑顔、壁に映る
故郷が燃えてしまう
蒸気のなかにあなた

絵画が消えるまで見続ける
私が消えるまで見続ける

頭に当たるドリル、ドリル
魂が穴からぬける
白い服を亡くしてしまう
遺失物にあるかな

絵画が消えるまで見続ける
私が消えるまで見続ける

staring at the painting until it disappears
i have a screw loose inside me
smoke pouring out the brush
you were always writing like that

staring at the painting until it disappears
staring at the painting until i disappear

the stars laugh at me
their wicked smiles appear on the walls
the hometown goes up in flames
youre in the vapor

staring at the painting until it disappears
staring at the painting until i disappear

drill, drill that contacts my head
my soul leaks through the hole
i forgot my white clothes
will they be in the lost and found?

staring at the painting until it disappears
staring at the painting until i disappear

- - - -

eightyears ago you cut off your memoryfetters
clearwaterpool painted glasslike mirrorpictures
our union in the heavenly realm of forgetters
your melodic novel singing spirits my
radiowave riddim in the remembering sky

the album is about memory loss, childlike fantasy, delusion, a love forbidden by stars

download: https://calligraphyofbear.bandcamp.com/album/heaven-to-forgetters

staring at the painting / until it disappears (with yve:tte)

100% MICRO | | 1₀₀ rₑₐₚₑᵣₛ vₛ 2 cₒₙₒᵣₛ

teddy bear band & MouseMan - teddy bear band signs a record deal

instagram account banned forever, new is in the title, FEEL FREE to follolw me

ending keys sampled from Midiproject12 unprivate - @user-771815816, i wished to include it within my song 

https://www.instagram.com/7ufc_shadow_wasteland (ft. @mynettle as the vocaloid, and some drums)

Tacking the Sand**

*Tacking the Sand* is a high-energy, psychedelic dance album built for endless nights on the floor. Inspired by the image of a sailboat racing so close to the limit that its keel touches the sand, the record captures the adrenaline rush of risk, the euphoria of speed, and the hypnotic power of music that never lets go.

With **driving beats, spiraling synths, and mind-bending layers of sound**, each track pushes higher and harder, like waves that refuse to break. The album is pure momentum: vibrant, trippy, and unstoppable — a soundtrack for those who love to dance at the edge of chaos.

*Tacking the Sand* is not just a record. It’s a ride beyond the limit.


Tacking the Sand**

*Tacking the Sand* es un álbum de dance psicodélico y explosivo, creado para noches infinitas en la pista. Inspirado en la imagen de un velero en regata que vira tan al límite que su quilla toca la arena, el disco transmite la **adrenalina del riesgo, la euforia de la velocidad y la fuerza hipnótica de una música que no suelta nunca**.

Con **beats intensos, sintetizadores en espiral y capas sonoras alucinantes**, cada track sube más alto y más fuerte, como olas que nunca se detienen. El álbum es puro movimiento: vibrante, lisérgico e imparable — una banda sonora para quienes bailan al filo del caos.

*Tacking the Sand* no es solo un disco. Es un viaje más allá del límite.




Fog on Fifth

Sekhem
By now, everyone should know that music is my medium to channel emotions and crazy ideas.
I’ve always loved random plonk — my own name for arpeggios. My life force comes from music, especially melodies, and nothing tops a powerful random plonk.

With Sekhem, my vision was to see how many random plonks could play together at once — creating a groovy inferno of chaos. The vision wasn’t variation or polished professionalism, but a pure mantra of raw chaos in random plonks.

Welcome home — on a rainy September day.
And the question remains: what’s the magical number I actually managed to fit in, all working together at the same time?