drifting


At its core, the song explores the ache of loving someone while time slowly changes both of you. It’s about looking back on youth, shared adventures, and intimate memories with a softness that hurts. The narrator feels the weight of growing older—how small things like clothes, photos, and old habits carry emotional echoes. As the years pass, the relationship becomes more fragile, and moments that once felt effortless now feel distant or threatened. The song sits in that tender space where love still exists, but the connection is slipping, and both people can feel it.

Despite the heartbreak, the song isn’t hopeless. It’s filled with longing and a quiet, stubborn tenderness. The narrator clings to the idea that love might still be recoverable if they can just hold on a little longer—if the other person doesn’t “fade” tonight. The song captures that deeply human moment where you’re caught between acceptance and yearning: wanting to preserve what once was, fearing what might be lost, and hoping that shared memories and old warmth are enough to pull two hearts back together. It’s a sad, cinematic reflection on love, time, and the emotional distance that grows when people change but still desperately want to stay connected.

Not Like This - Farida Daydream Edit

This album is my intimate descent into the fractured landscapes of identity, love, and spiritual collapse — and the difficult ascent that follows. It is my attempt to map the inner night: the moment when my sense of self breaks open, when love disintegrates, when the world betrays what is most fragile in me, and when my mind reveals its many hidden faces. Through each track, I trace a raw psychological journey, moving from ruin to revelation with unflinching emotional honesty.

Feel free to tell me what you think of my songs, I'd love to chat with you, and leave me a little red heart.❤️

Me Myself And The Others

Love Fades

what i do

Lifetime lie 



Let’s just bury your lie by closing our eyes.
There's truly no alternative now.
It’s your fault, you see.
I’ve been trying to forgive you.
But this wound hits my ego too keen.
I feel absolutely shattered.
I can’t bear our gaze to ever convene.
Your tears and your pleading don’t give me pleasure.
Answer yourself, is he any better, at all?
Was any of this worth your poor measure?
Bitch!
I’m trapped in this vicious circle, the angels descended from Heaven, yet I’m the demon in their midst.
A lightning strike on the very spot where I stand, not once, but a hundred times.
Your betrayal stings right at my sense of pride.
But my feelings won't let me leave you on the other side.
It’s a dead-end, a cruel tie.
This is pain for an age, a lifetime lie.
I tried to make the best of it.
But the truth just feels like cold cement.
Every whisper now is a fractured sentiment.
And I cannot unsee what you meant.
Did you always feel that something was missing in your heart?
Why did you keep silent from the very start?
I lived for you, with every single part.
And what happens now, where do we take this art?
How absurd and silly, they say a man is monogamous by design.
And this is the final score. My control, refined.
And your betrayal of what was meant to be mine.
Wailing, you whisper, “Just kill me, I deserve my due.”
But I don’t wish death upon you, I simply do not.
I just wish to leave, to flee, to sink through the earth to escape this rot.
Let’s just bury your lie by closing our eyes.
I’m trapped in this vicious circle, the angels descended from Heaven, yet I’m the demon in their midst.
A lightning strike on the very spot where I stand, not once, but a hundred times.
Your betrayal stings right at my sense of pride.
But my feelings won't let me leave you on the other side.
It’s a dead-end, a cruel tie.
This is pain for an age, a lifetime lie.
Let’s just bury your lie by closing our eyes.

Lifetime Lie.mp3

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Shoegaze, Bedroom Pop, Alternative

Patterns

patterns

Shako Mako


Busy old sun, breaking through my blinds
Why do you insist on waking us this time?
Do lovers have to live by your command?
Must we rise and fall by your hand?

Go bother schoolkids dragging to their desks
Go wake the workers grinding through their shifts
Go tell the bosses that the day begins
But leave us here in darkness skin on skin

Love doesn't answer to the clock
Love doesn't care about your time
We make our own hours within these bounds
So busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun…
Busy old sun…

You predictable fool with your reliable rise
Your punctual arc across the skies
We don't need your light to know what's real
We' make our own heat the better to feel

So go chase the farmers to their fields
Go hurry merchants through their deals
Go rule the world that lives by your design
But you've got no power in this space of mine

Love doesn't answer to the clock
Love doesn't care about your time
We make our own hours within these bounds
So busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun, go do your rounds
Busy old sun…
Busy old sun

Busy Old Sun

Inside Out

Only in the dark

Astral Love est une parenthèse.
Un amour à distance du monde,
flottant, désincarné,
comme une caresse à travers un masque.
On ne se touche plus vraiment,
on se devine,
on se projette.
Entre deux silences,
le morceau parle d’un lien fragile,
d’une intimité mentale quand le réel devient trop lourd.
Un instant de lévitation
avant le retour à la chute.

Astral Love is a parenthesis.

A love at a distance from the world,
floating, disembodied,
like a caress through a mask.
We no longer truly touch,
we sense each other,
we project ourselves.
Between two silences,
the song speaks of a fragile bond,
of a mental intimacy when reality becomes too heavy.
A moment of levitation
before the return to the fall.

Astral love

There is no if nor how, there is only now

patterns

Primitive Painter