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I fall asleep to Alan Watts. What a time to be. 

Being, Not Becoming

Welcome to the Cult(ure)

Just watching humans behave naturally. More more more un-self-aware more. 

Consume

Back to u(Remastered)

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“Dust on My Shoes” is an Urban Rock Latino track infused with dark Americana tones. It tells the story of someone who leaves school to learn from real life - from streets, struggle, mistakes, and raw experience. The reggaeton-inspired groove and gritty guitars create a foot-driven pulse, while the storyteller vocal delivers a mix of rebellion, reflection, and hard-earned wisdom. It’s a song about choosing the open roads, finding truth in harsh places, and accepting that life itself can be the strongest teacher. The video clip on pre-release available here: https://distrokid.com/videos/watch/dv-v9Q3jLlD9

Mama said “stay in class, don’t play the fool,”
But the walls felt tight in that broken school.
Chalk on the board, but no truth inside,
So I learned more walking than I ever did tied.

The streets taught heat, the nights taught cold,
Life gave lessons no teacher ever told.
You can’t cage a mind that was born to move
So I dropped that desk for the open groove.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But they never walked out with dirt on their hands.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

Books had rules that life never keeps,
But the alleys wrote poems in shadows and beats.
Reggaeton pulse in a runaway heart,
Dark Americana in the places I start.

I learned numbers from hustlers counting their pay,
I learned faith from a preacher with nothing to say.
I learned love from a girl who danced in the rain
No classroom ever taught that kind of pain.

Everyone talks like they know the plan,
But truth only comes when you fall and stand.

I got dust on my shoes, not dust on a desk,
Learned from the streets, from the saints, from the wrecks.
No diploma for the pain I passed through
But life stamps the truth deeper than a schoolroom.

I got dust, dust, dust on my shoes…
And that’s my proof.

I ain’t telling kids to run from the light,
But sometimes the world teaches better at night.
If school didn’t fit the shape of my soul,
Then the road became home, and the road made me whole.

Dust on my shoes, wind on my chest,
Learned from the world when I couldn’t rest.
No golden badge, but I paid my dues
Yeah, life carved the man in these wandering shoes.

Dust on My Shoes

Liquid TAO, circle the fifths and ascend the frequencies to experience these liquid drum and bass rollers from London with gaelic and eastern influences. 

THE MASTER DOES NOTHING

THE PATIENCE OF CLEAR WATER

THE UNNAMED

ukg, ragga-jungle, gospel-jungle, spoken word, experimental christmas

JUNGLE BELLS

cliffhanger

Versions of You takes a single track and fractures it into fourteen alternate Quantum me worlds — each one revealing a different shape the story could take if the moment, the mood, or the narrator were just a degree to the left.

From glitch-folk confessions to neon-lit electro-soul, from whispered ASMR heartbreak to full-throttle trap, each version is its own universe: new chord colours, new emotional physics, new versions of the same truth. Some tracks feel intimate enough to touch; others feel like they’re broadcast from a future where your memories have been remixed without permission.

What stays the same is the centre of gravity, the ache and loss at the centre of the song about the love wearing out.

Whether you start at Version 1 or jump into the deep end at Version 14, each track refracts the same lyric through a different lens — digital, human, nostalgic, brutal, ecstatic, quiet, cinematic. Over the full album, the song becomes a prism: turn it once, you hear longing; turn it again, you hear defiance; turn it again, you hear relief.

This is not a remix album.
It’s a mirror maze.
And every reflection is a version of you.

Versions of you v9

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

Versions of you v9

Quantum me

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