Love this song, I just post à remix : https://soundcloud.com/egermusicpro/eger-the-hardest-part-olivia-dean-remix

What you’re waiting for ain’t there no more anyway…

a song made for quitters who never knew love. trash.

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I wrote The Walls Are Way Too Thin about a time in my life where I felt like i’d lost control of where I was heading and struggling a little with finding my place in the world. It was a very strange period, I’d just moved to London away from my family and all of a sudden everything that I knew to be normal had changed completely. I moved on a whim into this little dingy room. I met some cool people but this place was pretty lonely and claustrophobic. I’m such an awkward person and even though I really liked my housemates I still felt worried about small talk in the kitchen or passing each other in the corridors. I had some fun times there, but I felt like I was mostly confined to my room whilst chaos was going on in the flats or streets around us. To avoid confronting how I was feeling I’d sneak out of the flat and go on train journeys to see my mates, get drunk, then come back hungover through the night or morning. I wrote most of Walls and the songs that come next on those trains. It was my place of therapy, in the middle of nowhere.

I wanted the music video to reflect how I felt stuck in my room with my own internal anxiety rising. The idea of being trapped in an air vent in a burning building came from that feeling of claustrophobia and panic that I felt throughout my time living in the flat. Shooting the video was chaotic, my elbows and knees look quite different now after 8 hours of crawling back and forth. The fire blast in the vent was totally real too !!

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Mystery Machine is a gritty, cinematic fusion of alt-rock, blues, and funk-pop soaked in mystery and metaphor. With soulful slide guitar, tribal drums, and hypnotic synth textures, this track burns slow and deep—like a road trip through your own haunted past. A raw vocal performance blends spoken-word intimacy with falsetto soul, unraveling a story of ghosts, guilt, and motion without direction. It's part noir confessional, part desert sermon, part cosmic blues. Buckle up—this ride doesn’t promise answers, just momentum. Hit play and disappear into the smoke.

Lyrics:

She said, “You still chasing ghosts in that rusted frame?”
I smiled, foot on the gas—didn’t answer her name.

Dirt on my boots from forgotten roads,
Hearts I borrowed, never really owed.
Ash in the sky, silence in the cab,
Truth in the rearview, scars I never had.

The wheel turns easy when you stop lookin’ back,
But it’s hell tryin’ to steer with a knife in your lap.

And I keep movin’,
Even when the map just leads to ruin…

I’m drivin’ this mystery machine,
No headlights, just smoke and a dream.
Engine runs on guilt and gasoline,
She rides beside me, cold and unseen.
Every mile’s a riddle, every town a sin,
But I never ask where—we just begin.

Radio plays like it’s beggin’ me to stop,
Same old song ‘bout love and the cost.
I gave up heaven just to taste the fire,
She lit the match, then danced through the wire.

A stranger’s kiss at a midnight light,
But no one stays long in the rearview sight.

And I keep burnin’,
Down roads I made from pages turnin’…

I’m drivin’ this mystery machine,
No headlights, just smoke and a dream.
Engine runs on guilt and gasoline,
She rides beside me, cold and unseen.
Every mile’s a riddle, every town a sin,
But I never ask where—we just begin.

Was she ever real, or just part of the ride?
A ghost in the glovebox, secrets in stride.
The deeper I go, the louder she sings—
A voice in the wheels, the rust in the springs.

I’m drivin’ this mystery machine,
No headlights, just smoke and a dream.
She whispers riddles like morphine in steam,
A question I live, not a place I’ve seen.
If I reach the end and still don’t know why,
Then maybe the journey was just my alibi.

No roads left… just the hum of the unknown.



Mystery Machine

Executively Produced by TripleXL

All writing credits towards the featured artists.

SO happy to have worked with these talented artists over the last couple months to produce a pretty solid body of work.

More work coming soon.

LLTTF

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singer songwriter / east london 

emily@london15.com

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