The song explores the human struggle with the passage of time, focusing on themes of mortality, regret, and the weight of the past. It presents time as an inescapable force that shapes existence, haunting us with memories of lost moments and the inevitability of death. The cinematic and haunting musical direction amplifies this sense of existential tension, blending introspection with urgency.

The core message is a reflection on how we grapple with time’s relentless march. The lyrics suggest that people often fear the future and death, but the real loss lies in the past—moments, dreams, and opportunities that have already slipped away. The song urges listeners to confront this reality, let go of lingering regrets, and embrace the present as the only true moment of existence. The rap verse and bridge emphasize a shift toward acceptance, encouraging resilience and mindfulness ("Only now exists") to find peace amidst time’s haunting presence. The recurring motif of being "haunted by time" underscores the tension between clinging to the past and living fully in the present.

Haunted by Time

The core message emphasizes the importance of purposeful speech and the wisdom of restraint. The lyrics suggest that silence is not just an absence of sound but a powerful space for reflection and clarity. Speaking should be reserved for words that carry weight, truth, and impact—words that are "worth the silence." The song critiques the tendency to fill space with meaningless noise and instead advocates for thoughtful expression that breaks through the "shadow" of superficiality. The rap verse and bridge reinforce this by highlighting the responsibility of words and the strength found in pausing to ensure what is said matters. Ultimately, the song encourages listeners to embrace silence as a source of wisdom and to speak only when their words can truly resonate and endure.

Sound Worth the Silence

So we’re going to slow down COMPLETELY after the release of THE DARK SIDE

The song “MAKE IT RIGHT” is about breaking free from perfectionism and self-doubt. It reflects a journey toward self-acceptance, realizing that true strength comes from embracing imperfection. Instead of chasing approval or flawless performance, we should learn to live authentically — finding peace, confidence, and freedom in simply being ourselves.

LYRIC

Intro

I tried to walk a line that’s straight,
Always perfect, never late.
But the cracks inside still show,
Guess the rules won’t help me grow.

Verse

Counting every step I take,
Worried ‘bout the moves I make.
But the harder I pretend,
The less I know where I begin.

Pre-Chorus

I don’t need a flawless disguise,
I’ll let the real me rise.

Chorus 

I don’t have to make it right,
I just gotta live my life.
All the pressure falls away,
I’m enough, I’ll be okay.
I don’t have to make it right,
Being me is worth the fight.

Verse

Tired of wearing someone’s face,
Running in a losing race.
Now I see the truth is clear,
What I need is already here.

Pre-Chorus 

I won’t let the moment pass me by,
This is who I am inside.

Chorus

I don’t have to make it right,
I just gotta live my life.
All the pressure falls away,
I’m enough, I’ll be okay.
I don’t have to make it right,
Being me is worth the fight.

Bridge

Every scar has told my name,
Every fault is not a shame.
Perfect’s just a losing game,
But I won’t play it.

Final Chorus 

I don’t have to make it right,
I just gotta live my life.
All the pressure falls away,
I’m enough, I’ll be okay.
I don’t have to make it right,
Being me is worth the fight.

Outro

 “I’m enough, I’m enough”

Make it right

Lyrics 


The mountain breathes where the shadows stand
A quiet hymn in the valley's hand
Whispering winds tell tales untold
Of spirits dancing in the morning cold


Mountain spirits call, command
Their whispers shape the earth, they sculpt the land
They make our lives expand, our hearts they command
Oh—mountain spirits… they make us stand


Pebbles roll like time through the stream
Eyes wide open in a waking dream
Roots run deep where the secrets hide
The spirits laugh with the shifting tide


Mountain spirits call, command
Their whispers shape the earth, they sculpt the land
They make our lives expand, our hearts they command
Oh—mountain spirits… they make us stand


A pulse in the ground, a hum in the air
Their song is everywhere—everywhere
No words to speak, no hands to hold
Just echoes of life in the mountain's fold


Mountain spirits call, command
Their whispers shape the earth, they sculpt the land
They make our lives expand, our hearts they command
Oh—mountain spirits… they make us stand




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Lyrics 

“Get me out…”)


Woke up on the floor again, bruise-blue dawn
Phone full of ghosts and numbers gone
Promises cut like a shard of glass
Another night I swore I’d pass
Hands that shake like broken wires
Friends turned shadows, deals for liars
Every mirror says the same old line:
“You’re running out of time”


If there’s a door—show me the light
If there’s a rope—pull me upright


I’m on the wrong side of life
Can’t find a hand, can’t find a sky
If someone hears me tonight
Throw me a line, don’t let me die
Get me out, get me out—of the gunshot dreams
Get me out, get me out—of the needle seams
I’m on the wrong side of life
Please, pull me to the other side


Streetlight bleach on a cracked-up face
Blood on the sleeve, another chase
Sirens bloom like a funeral choir
Cold wind cutting through the wire
Mom won’t answer, dad moved on
I’m a map of every wrong
But if there’s breath then there’s a spark—
Help me make it through the dark


If there’s a door—show me the light
If there’s a rope—pull me upright


I’m on the wrong side of life
Can’t find a hand, can’t find a sky
If someone hears me tonight
Throw me a line, don’t let me die
Get me out, get me out—of the gunshot dreams
Get me out, get me out—of the needle seams
I’m on the wrong side of life
Please, pull me to the other side


I don’t need glory—just one clear day,
A voice that says, “We’ll find a way.”
Take these shaking hands, don’t let me fall—
No more dealers, no more brawls.
If mercy’s real then count me in,
Let morning teach my bones again.

 “Hold on—hold on—hold on…”)


I’m on the wrong side of life
But I can see a sliver of light
If someone hears me tonight
Throw me a line—I’ll hold it tight
Get me out, get me out—of the gunshot dreams
Get me out, get me out—of the needle seams
I’m on the wrong side of life—
Please pull me to the other side


 Get me out… to the other side.


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SPACE

Lyrics 

Flicker of a face in the corner of my mind
A shadow steps
But it’s not behind
Breath so cold
I hear it sigh
This room remembers
So do I


Deja vu
It loops and it lingers
Ghosts of you
Slipping through my fingers
One is a whisper
The other’s a scream
Deja vu and ghost
Like a fractured dream


Your laugh is a crack in the frozen air
A glitch in the silence
You're everywhere
The past plays tricks
But it’s more than a game
It’s not just echoes
It’s calling my name


Am I chasing you or you chasing me
Or are we just stuck in infinity


Deja vu
It loops and it lingers
Ghosts of you
Slipping through my fingers
One is a whisper
The other’s a scream
Deja vu and ghost
Like a fractured dream


Time’s a hallway
Doors unclose
Every step forward
A backward pose
Are you the memory or the truth I missed
Deja vu and ghost
They coexist


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"Lacuna" is a deeply personal and unflinchingly honest 12-track journey through the quiet despair of fading connections, the isolating reality of autism, and the relentless human search for belonging. Crafted by Dean Rowland Barrett, this album is a raw, visceral exploration of the spaces left behind when friendships fray and loved ones drift away, leaving an aching void – a "lacuna."

Musically, "Lacuna" defies easy categorization, weaving a unique tapestry from the atmospheric introspection of **Post-Modern Rock**, the raw, confessional energy of **Trap**, the emotional depth of **Emo Rap**, and the haunting intimacy of **Acoustic Folk**. From the melancholic fade of "Flicker & Fade" to the visceral venting of "Vantablack," and the quiet resolve of "My Own Gravity," each track is a distinct chapter in a narrative that is both intensely personal and universally relatable.

This album delves into the exhaustion of masking, the frustration of unspoken social rules, and the cyclical act of disappearing and reinventing oneself in a world that often feels out of sync.

"Lacuna" is more than just music; it's a deeply human experience, a sonic diary for anyone who has felt the sting of disconnection, the weight of invisibility, or the quiet courage it takes to build a new self, again and again. It's an invitation to listen, to feel, and perhaps, to find a piece of your own story in the space between.

Static in the Line

This album blends Rock-Pop with touches of dubstep and beatbox, delivering a raw and heartfelt journey through love, loss, and the aftermath. Each track carries its own weight — from the sting of heartbreak to the edge of bitterness — capturing emotions we all face at some point in our lives.

The songs flow from one feeling to the next, weaving together sadness, anger, reflection, and resilience. It’s a deeply human experience set to powerful melodies and modern production — a journey through the highs and lows of life in today’s world.

Never True

Before It’s Too Late is a country rock album about waking up in the middle of your life and realising how quietly it’s been slipping by. These songs trace the path from living on autopilot, to being the dependable one for everyone else, to finally drawing a line and choosing yourself. Not out of anger. Out of necessity. The album doesn’t shout or point fingers. It listens, remembers, and tells the truth. Lyrically, this record leans into narrative and reflection rather than easy rhymes. It speaks to the people who carried the load, kept the peace, and stayed too long, until one day they didn’t. There’s guilt here. There’s grief for time already spent. But there’s also relief, space, and a quiet kind of hope. Musically, Before It’s Too Late blends grounded country storytelling with rock textures that feel lived in rather than polished. Songs build and pull back naturally, letting emotion do the work. The result is an album that feels less like a performance and more like a conversation you didn’t know you needed. This isn’t a promise of perfection or reinvention. It’s a decision to live honestly while there’s still time. For anyone who’s ever looked around and thought, “I don’t want to miss my own life,” this album is for you.

Sick of Wasting My Time

I met you in California

Independent Music Producers / Publishers from Australia creating and publishing a wide range of music from Rock to EDM, always exploring and creating spanning over 20 years in the music industry we are sure to offer something exciting. our Humble Beginnings go far back to the days as DJ Mar N Dean on acidplanet, producing music for film and telivision sync licensing, why are we now known as PulseMeld, this is our experimental branch for all of our other creative endevours and Independent releases. exploring class leading production tools and developing our own applications to try and keep up to date in the music industry.

Sick of Wasting My Time

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