I showed an old version of this song to somebody in high school and he told me that it reminded him of Super Mario ‘Running Cloud’ (which would be a cool concept of a game) and so I re-put the pieces together and made this insane repetitive almost annoying song and called it Cloud Running. Nothing really changes if you are just running through clouds right? Prepare for take off! Goonnnggggg!

CLoud Running

Guitar in the Rain

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Dardan Bhari Kahani

Tu Mahmal Te Main Nezay Te

Guitar Pro

Christmas 1980 Final

Rose

Rilo Kiley - Does He Love You?

Afterthoughts

I left my coat on your chair again 
The threadbare kind you used to mend 
Your laugh still echoes in the room
But you won’t be back 
Anytime soon

A half-full glass on the windowsill 
Makes me think that time is standing still 
But the clock hands tick they never rest 
Like the beating heart inside my chest 

Afterthoughts they creep 
Afterthoughts they crawl 
Bouncing off an empty wall
Every word we left unsaid 
Spins like a record in my head 

I throw a glance at your chair once more
Your face is a ghost and I know for sure
You won’t be back 
Ever again
There’s nothing here for me any more

The cobwebs forming on the wall
Remind me that time will take its toll
The house will become alive again
We had it all in so many ways

Perhaps we’ll meet again some day
But if we do what will we say

Lyrics by Phil Hawker







Afterthoughts

What if every version of you—the brave one, the lost one, the angry one, the lonely one—were given a microphone?

A Monster of Me is a concept album disguised as a confession booth.
Across eleven tracks, Quantum me invites you into a hall of mirrors where each reflection talks back: the shameless self, the coward, the bureaucrat, the purist, the adolescent, the technodeterminist, the extremist, the nostalgist, the nihilist, the ironist… every mask you’ve worn to survive, every voice you’ve buried to stay sane.

Each song is a portrait of a “monster” that isn’t supernatural at all—
just painfully human.
These monsters whisper, argue, seduce, joke, deflect, confess.
Sometimes you root for them;
sometimes you recognise them;
sometimes you realise they’ve been running the show longer than you knew.

But the story doesn’t stay dark.
Woven through glitch-folk, indie-trap, electro-soul, and cinematic pop, the album traces a quiet rebellion: the moment the self stops fracturing and starts forming.
A journey from fragmentation to embodiment.
From masks to skin.

By the time the final track hits, one truth rises above the noise:

We’re all carrying monsters.
But none of them get the last word.

Listen from the beginning, or drop in anywhere—
every track is its own mirror,
and every mirror shows something worth looking at.

Rose

Nate Sperl

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