[Verse]
Can you believe
I went through the whole summer
Without even once mowing the grass
Didn't have to touch it
And the grass is green
How did I do it
I'll tell you how
I just kept the windows closed
I just didn't go outside
That's how you get through the summer
Without mowing the grass
Just don't look at it
Just stay inside
When you go to your car
You just don't look at the grass
Just don't go in the backyard
Just don't look at it

[Prechorus]
Just mow the grass
That's what you should do
Just mow the grass
If you don't mow it
It just grows and grows
If you don't mow it
It just grows and grows

[Chorus]
So just mow the grass
Just mow the grass
If you don't mow it
It just grows and grows
Just mow the grass
Just mow the grass
If you don't mow it
It just grows and grows

Mow the Grass

Ever waited for a train in the middle of October fog, only to realize your real crisis isn’t the delay but the lack of vowels on the station sign? 🫠 This is that moment turned into chillwave: ghost-trains, trembling rails, and a narrator who’s on his knees not for love, but for A, E, I, O, U.

It’s a misty slow-motion dream where vowels are contraband, consonants clatter like empty carriages, and the station announcer sounds like a deadpan Kafka character. “Ladies and gentlemen, all vowels have been suspended indefinitely” — and somehow you’re still scrolling Telegram.

Think Twin Peaks meets Wheel of Fortune in a night train with no destination. This track isn’t just about missing letters; it’s about the absurd poetry of losing the little things that make life sing. Chill, weird, melancholy — but funny enough to make you whisper “Lalala — give me my ‘A’” in public transport.

Lyrics:

I stand in the fog, platform of despair,
Steel bones trembling, October air.
But what haunts me most — not death, not time,
It’s a word with no vowels, an unholy crime.

No way forward, no way back,
A consonant curse on a broken track.
People fear ghosts, I fear the sign —
A skeleton name with no vowel inside.

Oh please, I beg you please — give me vowels, I ask you on my knees.
A, E, I, O, U — I’d even pay a fee,
Without your song I’ll never be free. 

A nameless station in the middle of night,
But I only complain the spelling ain’t right.
I don’t pray for love, I don’t pray for light,
I just want an “E” to make it polite.

“Ladies and gentlemen, due to technical difficulties,
All vowels have been suspended indefinitely.
Please form an orderly line at the KRC station.”

Lalala — give me my “A”
Ooh ooh ooh — I need my “U”
Echoes ring, but none reply,
A vowelless world where hope will die.

Oh please, I beg you please — give me vowels, I ask you on my knees.
A, E, I, O, U — come back to me,
Without your sound, I’ll never be free.

Vowels

The Fading Lights of Yesterday

A soft invitation: come closer, breathe, stay.
The track doesn’t shout—it glows.
Desire unfolding slowly, and when the last note fades, you’re still there.

Desire

HOUSE / LATE-NIGHT REMIX – “Empty Phrases (After Hours Mix)”

[Intro – spoken over slow pulse]
Two lines.
Off your tongue.
No meaning.
Just sound.
Just noise.
Just static in the night.

⸻

[Verse 1 – deep whisper / vocoder texture]
You bowed your head… betrayed your stand.
Took what you could… empty hands.
The light was gone before the dawn,
forgotten truth… still hanging on.

⸻

[Pre-Chorus – layered whispers / reverb tail]
Still you smile.
Still you rise.
Empty phrases.
Cheap disguise.

⸻

[Chorus – slow groove / vocoder harmony]
Alone…
haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
just echoes, not tears.
That feeling…
the one you truly miss.

⸻

[Verse 2 – low-pass filtered, drifting pad]
Reshape your mind, redesign.
Gold to mud, lost in time.
Blind in love, blind in skin,
the mirror fades… you fade within.

⸻

[Bridge – distorted spoken layer, almost ASMR]
“All that I am… I gave away.”
“The mirror cracked… but still I stay.”
“She changed me…”
“Pulled me out.”
“Out of the cage…”
“Out of doubt.”

⸻

[Final Chorus – atmospheric rise / haunting delay]
You changed yourself…
the world turned new.
A wave of love…
carried you.
Golden haze…
guilt erased.

⸻

[Outro – fading heartbeat rhythm]
Yeah…
that’s the feeling…
you were missing.
Yeah…

that-feeling-(-empty-phrases-).

#OceanVibes  
#SunsetGroove  
#LateNightMood  
#DrivingAlone  
#NostalgicVibes  
#MelancholicHouse  
#SlowMotionDrive  
#AmbientSoul  
#HypnoticFlow  

#GeorgiaCoast  
#StSimonsIsland  
#BrunswickGA  
#Jacksonville  
#AmericanDeepHouse  
#SouthernSoul  
#RoadTripSoundtrack  
#HighwayMusic  
#BeachDrive

ocean-motel-blues

Ka’an Óol (Heart of the Sun)

Bring the Sun 2025 (DeepHouse Remake 2)

Hviezdy nad dvoma krajinami / نجوم فوق وطنين”EN:
ethno
worldmusic
acousticfolk
ancientvoices
ambientethno
folktronica (very light)
desertmusic
cinematicfolk
globalacoustic
tribalambient
spiritualworld
acousticvibes
deeproots

AR (výborné pre MENA dosah):
موسيقى_عالمية
موسيقى_تقليدية
روحاني
عزف_تراثي
تراث_عربي
صوت_الصحراء
موسيقى_هادئة
آلات_شرقية
موسيقى_بدوية

SK/EU mix:
ethnoambient
worldacoustic
deepfolk
cinematicworld

‎⁨-نجوم-فوق-وطنين”⁩.Ked noc pada

🤞 ARTISTIC MANIFESTO

This poem-song was born during a meditation and mindful breathing retreat in Bahía de Cinto, Tayrona. 
At sunset, sitting in a circle like a small tribe, we let the words flow freely onto a notebook, guided by the subtle force of synchronicity: 
that invisible teacher that unites breath, body, memories, and spirit.

The song is a ritual of liberation. 
Each verse releases an ancient burden: 
the disconnection between mind and body,
 ancestral wounds kept in silence, 
the illusions of the ego, 
the shadows of anger, 
and the everyday blindness to self-love.

Through the chakras, 
the lyrics travel an inner path that reclaims presence, 
emotional flow, clarity, and vital fire.

Each affirmation—I BELONG, I FEEL, I CAN, I LOVE, I COMMUNICATE, I SEE—
opens a door back to oneself.

It's a song about returning to your body, 
trusting your intuition, 
softening into love, 
and remembering the divine harmony that permeates all things.

An anthem of reconnection.

An invitation to fully inhabit yourself.

A moving mantra.

💌 LYRICS 

Today I want to leave here
my lack of harmony between mind and body—
so I can ignite
the heart mantras
and the soul’s luminous chakras.

Today I leave behind
the constant obsession
with doing and having
in order to feel love
or to feel peace.

I BELONG
to the infinite earth of love,
and I inhabit my body in peace.

Today I leave behind
the illusory suffering
of my ancestral child’s wounds—
washed clean
by sea salt,
by sweat on the mat,
by the tears
of my own water.

I FEEL
the flow of my emotions,
moving like a river 
to the sea.

Today I leave behind
the ego’s confusion
and the darkness of anger
that lead me
into purposeless paths
and joyless days.

I CAN
ignite my inner fire
to illuminate my shadows
and awaken
my smile.

Today I leave behind
the lack of daily acceptance
and my unconsciousness
of self-love.

I LOVE AND AM LOVED
with passion
and compassion.

Today I leave behind
the lie in my voice
and the labyrinths
of my words.

I SPEAK
with confidence in my body,
peace in my mind,
and faith
in my heart.

Today I leave behind
the intellectual pride of yesterday
and the overthinking of tomorrow
that cloud my spiritual clarity
and confuse
the intuition
of my heartbeat.

I SEE
the absence of fear
and the release
of all that binds to matter.

MANTRAS TO THE SEA, CHAKRAS AD ASTRA

“Luster” is about choosing glow over gloss, truth, friendship, and starting again. 125 BPM • Key A# (Bb). If this hits you, drop a comment with your “beginning instead.”

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Luster

Sunset Sky makes melodic indie dance for dusk dancers and sunrise criers, neon confessions with synths, sentiment, and shimmering sadness. Formed between nostalgia and neon. Based wherever hearts ache and beats drop.