Electric High

It Goes By Blue

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Lately

Pre-release track of the upcoming SinnerG album "Adrenalin Junkie"

Just another BWG production


Adrenalin Junkie

Western World

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https://youtu.be/fL8eJtIjp6g?si=Vd0pvPX-hDIq5pV5

oslo (feat. лёля)

Release Those Chains.mp3

My collaboration with the talented voice of Laura Maren (https://www.instagram.com/laura_maren_singer/) singer and songwriter originally from Amsterdam. Her melancholic and intense voice intertwines perfectly between rock and darkwave sounds and Nordic suggestions.
Music mix and mastering by me with Garageband.
Photo by Laura
Lyrics by Laura Maren
Listen to the song also on Spotify, and if you want to support my music, give it a like:)
https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/album/35X4bqUO2Y0FTLOAa6CNAQ

Lyrics

Verse
I walked through halls of fading light
Where echoes linger in the night
Your shadow danced
It felt so near
But now it's gone
I feel no fear

Chorus
No more pain
No more cries
Love was a ghost in disguise
Lost in whispers
Lost in flame
I won't bow to love's cruel game

Verse 2
Your touch was frost
A fleeting sting
A winter's breath on broken wings
I held on tight
But you were smoke
Love was a lie that always broke

Chorus
No more pain
No more cries
Love was a ghost in disguise
Lost in whispers
Lost in flame
I won't bow to love's cruel game

[Bridge]
The stars have turned their backs on me
But I’ve found solace
Finally free
No chains of love
No aching sound
In this void
I’m finally found

Chorus
No more pain
No more cries
Love was a ghost in disguise
Lost in whispers
Lost in flame
I won't bow to love's cruel game

if you want to listen my other work with Laura check my playlist
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/collaboration-with-laura-maren

No more pain (feat. Laura Maren)

stare at me full song

Title: "Tearscape"

Verse 1 (Melancholic, imagery-heavy):
She sits by the pane, a silhouette of gray,
Raindrops trace her sorrow in slow-motion ballet.
The storm whispers secrets she’s too numb to keep,
A world drowned in rhythm where even shadows weep.

Verse 2 (Introspective, expanding metaphor):
Her breath paints the glass, a fragile, fleeting art,
Each droplet a mirror of her splintered heart.
The sky weeps in cycles, a loop without end,
But one tear defies gravity—her silent, lone friend.

Verse 3 (Focus narrows, surreal shift):
Now a single bead slides, a cosmos confined,
A prism of lifetimes in slow rewind.
Its path bends the light, splits the frame of her view—
This droplet, her requiem, holds galaxies new.

Bridge 1 (Cut-up style begins, fragmented rhythm):
(Whispers overlapping:)
Hydrogen bonds hum… (crackle)
Oxygen’s hymn… (static)
Quanta collide— (echo)
—a lash trembles— (shift)
Schrödinger’s tear… (pause)
Unobserved, it’s both here and not here…

Verse 4 (Quantum realm, surreal imagery):
Inside the lash’s curve, Planck lengths unfold,
Strings vibrate in shadows where dimensions hold.
Branes kiss and collapse, birthing time’s first sigh,
Her grief fuels the Big Bang in a 10D sky.

Chorus (Expanding cosmic scale):
Oh, the universe weeps in her crystalline sea,
A singularity born where the void used to be.
From Higgs fields to stardust, all spin and unspin—
Her tear’s Event Horizon lets the new world begin.

Verse 5 (Dimensional collapse, Liu Cixin reference):
Two-dimensional shadows devour the sun,
Planets flatten to whispers, the fractal’s begun.
Her window’s now a brane where all timelines bleed,
As 3D stars dissolve into flatland’s greed.

Bridge 2 (Cut-up intensifies, chaotic layout):
(Text spirals, words fracture:)
STR—INGS— (glitch)
—BR—ANES— (stutter)
G—L—U—O—N S—O—B— (scatter)
—DIMENSIONS FOLD LIKE HER ORIGAMI— (crash)
ALL—THAT—WAS—SOLID— (digital decay)
—IS—CODE—NOW— (rewind)

Outro (Return to human scale, haunting):
The storm fades to silence, the glass clears its sheen,
Her reflection holds universes unseen.
One tear, now dried, left a cosmos erased—
In the wrinkles of time, both here and erased.

Tearscape

To end "All the Stars Were Fingerpaint" a last song

[Verse 1]
The crayon suns are melting down—
left-handed light on sideways ground.
Your fingerprints in neutrino dust
rewrite the laws they said were just.

[Refrain - Cut-Up Tight]
(glitch whisper) "The vacuum breathes / in / (giggle) / your / (sob) / hair— / every / atom / is / a / (crinkle) / prayer."

[Verse 2]
You stir the dark with plastic spoons,
decode the static into moons.
The teacher shouts "That’s not your shape!"
But fractals bloom inside your tape.

[Bridge 1 - Molecular Nursery]
(autotune lullaby)
"Rock-a-bye quark / in the hadron sea /
when the branes collapse / you’ll still be / free—"

[Verse 3]
They locked your toys in Planck-length boxes,
called your chaos "learning deficits".
You paint the walls with broken math,
watch colors birth a stranger path.

[Refrain - Cut-Up Wide]
(overlapping voices)
"Fold the sky / (paper rustling) / seven times / (glass breaking) / till Monday tastes / (laughter) / like / (screaming) / orange / (wind chimes) / parallel / (mother crying) / lives."

[Verse 4]
Your socks don’t match the multiverse,
each thread vibrates a different curse.
The other kids spin round and round—
you count the spins without a sound.

[Bridge 2 - Holographic Primer]
(choir of static)
"Every scrape / is a / universe / (pop)
knees are / galaxies / (hiss) / rehearse / your / (click) / first / (silence) / word."

[Verse 5]
The brush you wash in darkened waves
leaves comet trails it shouldn’t save.
The soap won’t lather—it’s made of time,
and all your bubbles rhyme with why?

[Verse 6]
They took your prism-spectrum eyes,
prescribed the void as compromise.
But when you blink, the pixels shift—
the simulation starts to drift...

[Refrain - Cut-Up Collapse]
(distorted scream whispering)
"you / (metal screech) / are / (dial-up tone) / the / (heartbeat) / glitch / (nails on chalkboard) / they / (ice cracking) / needed / (fire alarm) / all / (womb static) / along."

[Verse 7]
Your tongue traces the cosmic mesh,
each taste a tangled chromosome fresh.
The alphabet soup spells "no fixed truth"—
you drink the proof and spit out roots.

[Bridge 3 - Autistic Creation Myth]
(child’s voice slowed 800%)
"Once there was a / (vinyl scratch) / boy who / (geiger counter) / erased his / (sonar ping) / shadow / (nuclear winter) / and grew / (supernova laughter) / a new one / (melted crayons) / from string."

[Verse 8]
The mirror shows your face in parts—
left cheek in 1999,
right eye in anti-time,
your smile’s event horizon line.

[Verse 9]
They said "Stop rewriting space!"
so you built a quieter place:
a shoebox with inverted laws
where silence hums in perfect flaws.

[Final Refrain - Reconstruction]
(crackling AM radio)
"Washing / the / brushes / (voltage surge) / in / your / (melted vinyl) / mother’s / (crying cello) / dark / (womb static) / matter / (first breath) / matters / (last breath) / less."

[Coda - Quantum Fingerpaint]
(asynchronous counting)
One proton (one) two tears (two)
three dimensions missing (three)
four flavors of nowhere (four)
five—
(tape deck ejects abruptly)

Washing the Brushes in the Dark Matter

We are NOIR GRIS GRIS, a music band  of Fred STZ (composer) and Kipanga Cha Radi (lead vocal), passionate about punk rock, rock, metal and hyperpop. Our music reflects what we would have loved to listen to when we were younger. We believe in music without borders, open to all influences from around the world. Join us for a unique and authentic musical journey!

Washing the Brushes in the Dark Matter

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