A computer explains the traps of the Internet in this Industrial song, delving into feelings that many people have in the Information Age.

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The Tangled Web

A vintage crooner ballad about seeing beyond surface beauty and yearning to know someone’s soul.

Moonlight Glow

A slow-swing crooner ballad that turns office hours into emotional hours. Moonlit Minutes paints a tender portrait of two coworkers stealing glances after dark—wishing their connection could escape the fluorescent lights and timecards.

Moonlit Minutes

A neon-drenched lament for the information age. Today's Fresh Outrage pairs brooding synths and slow-burn beats with lyrics that dissect the emotional erosion of endless crisis consumption. This is the soundtrack to doomscrolling in a dark room, where outrage is currency and numbness is survival. Equal parts broadcast and elegy.

Today's Fresh Outrage

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Today's Fresh Outrage (Synthwave Noir)

A gentle Indie/Folk confessional about coming out of your shell—literally and emotionally. Tired of Turtling uses folk-animal metaphors to chart the quiet exhaustion of staying safe and the slow, hopeful act of choosing forward motion. With acoustic textures, warm fiddle lines, and a voice full of earned softness, this track is for anyone who’s ever needed a little push to start moving—even if it's slow.

A song about courage at a crawl. And that still counts.

Tired of Turtling (Indie Folk)

Madly in Lust (Club Cut) is a high-gloss, high-heat electro-pop duet—built for bodies in motion and glances held too long. Male and female voices trade verses, circling each other like smoke and spotlight, before merging in a chorus that pulses with desire and abandon.

It’s a track about chemistry without pretense—just sweat, rhythm, and the moment. Extended groove sections let the beat breathe and the room move. You won’t find metaphors for eternity here—just the pleasure of now.

Madly in Lust (Club Cut)

A swaggering sports anthem for armchair GMs and dynasty builders. Strategic, punchy, and built for highlight reels and video game menus.

Franchise Mode

“Red Flags” walks the line between country storytelling and indie confession—it’s all charm and scars, told with a half-smile and a bruised heart. This version leans into wistful amusement, using minimalist instrumentation and just enough emotional weight to keep it grounded.

Red Flags

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From folk elegies to parody rap to theocratic cartoon trauma epics, everything here is written by a human who uses AI as a collaborator and instrument rather than an outsourced brain, and finished only when it reaches a space where laughing hurts, or hurting laughs.