I’m not gonna lie we gotta do a song together like seriously you’re so good

“She Goes” draws you into the pull of the unknown — hypnotic repetition and haunting melodies create a dreamy, emotional atmosphere that lingers long after the last note.

She Goes

Spring in Bloom

BEAUTIFUL POP SOUL BALLAD. IN MEMORY OF ZEGRETTI ELENA.

WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES

Worries’ is about love that lifts burdens. It’s a promise to someone you care about: I’ll hold your worries when they’re too heavy, I’ll carry you when you’re too tired, and you’ll never be alone. 

-Peele

Worries

room is full of your footprints
I feel your breath
feel your scent
My ears heare  tender voice
but - my eyes see nothing 

No tears
just heart is broken.
No compliants
just  words unspoken.

I didn't realize you leaving me now
what am I suppose to do
you left  for ten minutes or for good 
door are closed. and you'r gone
So - what now?

No tears
just heart is broken.
No compliants
just  words unspoken.

Should I try  to run for you
follow your steps in misty morning
dial your number one more time?
waiting fo letter and check 
the door, 
when somone every time pass by 

No tears
just heart is broken.
No compliants
just  words unspoken.

heart is broken

words unspoken

no tears, just heart is broken

"The Cranberries 'ZOMBIE'... A dark global reimagining—war endures, and we’re still the zombies of our time.”
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LYRICS:
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Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken

But you see it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head
They are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head
They are cryin'

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie 
Hey, hey

What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie 
Hey, hey, hey, oh

Dou, dou, dou, dou
Dou, dou, dou, dou
Dou, dou, dou, dou
Dou, dou, dou, dou

Another mother's breakin'-
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken

It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head
They're still fightin'
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head
They are dyin'

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie 
Hey, hey

What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie 
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, oh, ya, ya-a

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STILL ZOMBIE

a lyrical protest — a fusion of rhythm, flow, and raw wordplay that exposes the brutality of power and the price of violence. Heavy beats meet sharp verses, transforming poetic imagery into a pulse that speaks for streets, struggles, and survival.

Bullets Hip-hop

Running miles for days
Looking for a message in your eyes yeah
Cuz somewhere deep in the lies I know
I know I know I know that I'll
See your face yeah
Running in and out of your maze

We went back and forth back and forth
Back and forth tryna find some force to
Stop all the lies stop all the cries yeah
Saying your name at just the right time

We went back and forth
Back and forth for days
Trying to display our love
But it was never the same yeah never the same

Running miles for days
Looking for a message in your eyes yeah
Cuz somewhere deep in the lies I know

mirage

I feel, I'm feeling something
I feel, I feel I'm burning for you
I feel, I feel I'm yearning for you

I want you to take me back to the night we met
Right when you touched me where hands can't
Now you get too close but you don't even touch
Standing right there, like you don't know what it does
Your eyes are screaming all the words not said (Girl, I)

Yearn for you, burn for you
Yearn for you, burn for you
(Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Yearn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Burn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)

D—Do you feel this?

It takes me back to a dream I had
Your heart wide opеn, drowning in regret
Now you get too closе but you don't even touch
Standing right there, like you don't know what it does
Butterflies are flying away from my hair (Girl, I)

Yearn For You (Light)

“Milk, Bread, You” is a quiet confessional about the regret you realize too late—the grocery list that still carries a name you didn’t say out loud. Intimate vocal, nylon-string guitar, and soft piano trace a late-night house, a half-dialed call, and a supermarket where an empty space on the belt says everything. If this finds you on a long drive or in a quiet kitchen, let it sit with you. Leave a comment with the one word you wish you had said.

Milk, Bread, You

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

the collector

There is no if nor how, there is only now

the collector

Primitive Painter

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