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Garageish nation

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summer Swing

Girl on Girl

musique pour le sexe

Tu veux me ?

A picture on the fridge. A tide that won't stop shifting. Tideshift (I Still Rise) is a cinematic soul-rock anthem about surviving the emotional undertow. Built from loss, layered memories, and the quiet defiance of rebuilding, this song rises with every chorus. It's about who you become after the breaking point. The sound swells with chant vocals, ambient waves, and storm-born strings, pulling you into a sea of grief, healing, and self-reclamation. You don’t just survive the tide—you rise with it.

Lyrics:

Time bends.
Tide breaks.
But I still rise.

There’s a picture on the fridge—your hand in mine
Feels like fiction frozen in time
I trace that smile like a prayer I forgot
Wondering what I kept and what I lost

I count the clocks that never struck twice
Stacked up years like rolls of dice
I built this life on shifting ground
Every truth I touch breaks down

Tried to hold the tide, it held me back
Tried to run from pain but lost the map
Somewhere in the flood, I saw my face
Not who I was, just who I became

Tideshift
Pull me under, pull me wide
I still rise with the changing tide
Tideshift
Break me open, say my name
But I won't drown, I won't stay the same
Tideshift
Every scar, every wave
Just proof I lived, not proof I caved
I still rise
I still rise

I still hear you in the quiet hall
Like rain that whispers through the wall
I lost the words but kept the ache
Some wounds we never get to remake

I used to fear the letting go
Now I bow to every undertow
Change doesn’t ask for our consent
It comes, it takes, and then it mends

I walked through fire, I walked through foam
Every wreckage became my home
You can lose your way and still survive
You can break apart and come alive

Tideshift
Pull me under, pull me wide
I still rise with the changing tide
Tideshift
Break me open, say my name
But I won't drown, I won't stay the same
Tideshift
Every scar, every wave
Just proof I lived, not proof I caved
I still rise
I still rise

There’s a rhythm in the fall
Like the ocean sings to all who’ve lost
And I was never meant to stay the same
That was the lie I told to stop the storm
But it came anyway
And I’m still here

Tideshift
Pull me under, pull me wide
I still rise with the changing tide
Tideshift
Break me open, say my name
But I won't drown, I won't stay the same
Tideshift
Every scar, every wave
Just proof I lived, not proof I caved
I still rise
I still rise
I still rise
I still rise

Tide breaks
I bloom

Tideshift (I Still Rise)

ÉLECTRICITÉ

ÉLECTRICITÉ

The Gathering at Salum

A digital exorcism for every fake fan DM. Just Want to Share Something drags the parasitic pitch-slingers into the spotlight and vaporizes their recycled sales scripts under a wall of glitch-rage synth and distorted bass fury. This track is an explosive satire on the modern hustle disguised as “support.” With warped voicemail loops, chant-style breakdowns, and venom-laced sarcasm, it’s built for every creator who's sick of being treated like a sales lead instead of a person. If you’ve ever gotten a “not a pitch” message that was absolutely a pitch, this song is your anthem. Click play — no funnel required.

Lyrics:

Hi there! I just want to share something with you…
“This isn’t a pitch.”
“I love your vibe.”
“I’m not selling anything…”
“It’s organic growth!”

No... Stop... I’m good...
No... Stop... I’m good...
No... Stop... I’m good...

Oh wow — you just wanna share?
Like this is divine prophecy and I’m too dumb to realize you’re blessing me.
You’re not a fan.
You’re an upsell with eyeliner.
You’re a funnel wrapped in recycled flattery.

“You stood out!”
Yeah — so did the 18 others you messaged today.
All of us “unique.” All of us “about to blow up.”
All of us “missing one piece”…
Let me guess — your expert?

I’m not bitter. I’m diagnostic.
And you are the symptom.

Not selling anything, right?
Just access to a network of bots.
Just reach into my time and my inbox.
Just feedback loops and click-through schemes
Packaged in “support” like I’m too naive to scream.

You skipped my name.
You skimmed my art.
And you opened with “love your sound”
like you downloaded it off a Pinterest board.

No... Stop... I’m good...
No... Stop... I’m good...

I said NO — you heard “cha-ching.”
I said STOP — you went “one more thing…”
I gave you grace — you gave me a pitch deck.
Now your name’s been shredded in my glitch text.

You “just wanna share” like it’s holy truth,
But I see the funnel hiding in your tooth.
Not selling anything — just my peace of mind.
And I invoice bullshit with interest applied.

I’ve met hustlers in gas station bathrooms
who at least look you in the eye before lying.
You? You came wrapped in “collab energy”
and pitched me like a “manifested destiny.”

You called me “underrated.”
Damn, revolutionary!
What a coincidence — your promo package is too.

I made art.
You made a spreadsheet.
I built trust.
You built a pyramid scheme with hashtags.

My middle finger’s risen
like your engagement metrics —
inflated, annoying, and bought in bulk.

You just wanna share.
You just really care.
You just saw potential.
You just want credentials.

You just wanna grow me —
You just wanna own me.
You just wanna speak —
And I just want you gone.

“Thanks to her strategy, I grew real fans—”
“rea—fa—FAKE—CRASH—“
“Authentic engagement is the key to—”
[error tone]

Your “trusted expert” can choke on the sound.
Your strategy’s soft as expired ground.

I said NO — you heard SELL ME.
I said STOP — you replied VENMO ME.
I said I’m GOOD — you said “Let’s just chat…”
Now I’m burying your brand under synths and bass slap.

You “just wanna share” like it’s sacred and deep,
But I’ve seen better prophets in comment creep.
Not selling anything — just another disguise.
You’re not a fan — you’re a f***ing franchise.

“I… just… want… to sh-sh-share… something… with… you…”
“This… isn’t… a p—p—p-pitch—”
“You’re so underrated… click here… to… gro–ow–ow–ow–owwwww…”
Click.

Just Want To Share Something

We Scared The 80s

Pablo Díaz | NeuroDefiant

Breathing life into the Autistic Rebel Defiance. 
Echolalic with a bite. 
Devilish with my Stims. 
Feral Taino Rican. 
Creation searching for his Creator.

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We Scared The 80s

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