sometime I feel like I dont want to be getting drunk at a club is facts

vampire clean ✨

Did I Make You Up?

GUTS

vampire

logical

get him back!

all-american bitch

making the bed

The song is about downfall from ignoring for too long that there is an increasing gap between how the world sees you and what you really are inside. The fact that some of the fundamental standards and rules you live within and by are unacceptable to you.
You not only appose to these values, you are the very thing "they" do not accept.
The result is not handling everyday life and seeking a place without feelings at all - whiteout.

Bass guitar by Jan Grimestad - from Brisbane for the time being.

Vocal track powered by Suno (Cover) and ACE Studio. Everything is written, played and produced by megnem. No prompts.

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Here I am
Staring into my little white world of nothing
I stopped counting nights, days
Now I can't be without it
I live my life so I won't feel 

Keep wondering how 
I can’t recall when
All the colors faded 
And what used to be you and I 
Turned into them 

Come morning, come shades of grey 
I am stumbling through another day 
With this whisperer voice saying
Hold on
I'll give it another try
Then I will find my way back home
And my light will be there waiting
 
Now wondering how
I could be so blind
Not knowing, not showing
Who I really am

I turned into

Well, not them, no
Not me - this I know
Unhappy, undone, unsafe
Not me

They can see colors now
I see peace

megnem -  2025


Whiteout

The Cats Whiskers - Tomorrow I Find You

About 2200 years ago, a wealthy Han soldier was entombed in a hillside grave on the frontier of the expanding Han Dynasty, in what is now western China. His tomb was filled with gold coins and emblazoned with ornate calligraphy. But what most interested Bao Yang at the Chinese Academy of Sciences (CAS) and head of its Tree-Ring Laboratory was the wood of his coffin. 


Verse 1
 Two thousand years beneath the clay,
 A soldier sleeps where breezes play.
 His coins of gold no longer gleam,
 They shimmer softly through a dream.
 The coffin’s wood of juniper fine,
 Still breathes the scent of sun and pine.
 Its rings remember drought and rain,
 Each mark a year of joy or pain.
Chorus
 Han wood, tell your tale again,
 Whisper through the dust and rain.
 Carry the sound of the vanished years,
 Through trembling roots and silent tears.
 Han wood, carved with calligraphed grace,
 Hold the memory, hold his place.
Verse 2
 He rode where grasslands met the sky,
 Guarding the realm where the rivers lie.
 The banners faded, empires turned,
 Still in the earth, his spirit burned.
 The grain of time beneath the ground,
 Holds every echo, every sound.
 Through storm and stillness, frost and flame,
 The tree within the tomb became his name.
Chorus
 Han wood, tell your tale again,
 Whisper through the dust and rain.
 Carry the sound of the vanished years,
 Through trembling roots and silent tears.
 Han wood, carved with calligraphed grace,
 Hold the memory, hold his place.
Bridge
 From mountain mist to scholar’s hand,
 The rings now speak across the land.
 Bao Yang listens, calm and wise,
 Reading time where the soldier lies.
 He counts the years by grain and hue,
 Old storms return, old suns shine through.
 The past and present intertwine,
 In ancient wood, the years align.
Verse 3
 The hills still guard their sleeping guest,
 The west wind hums his song of rest.
 Dynasties rose and faded slow,
 But in his coffin, seasons flow.
 Not just relic, not just bone,
 The tree that held him stands alone.
 Through the ages, quiet and good,
 The soul of time lives in Han wood.
Final Chorus
 Han wood, tell your tale again,
 Whisper through the dust and rain.
 Carry the sound of the vanished years,
 Through trembling roots and silent tears.
 Han wood, carved with calligraphed grace,
 Hold the memory, hold his place.
 Han wood, let your spirit rise,
 Through earth and air, through time and skies.


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