Nothing like you

Slave to My Desire

Nothing Really Happens

Keep your head on the wheel, 
Eyes on the road
Forget about all your problems,
Don't go for the door 
Feels like I've known you, for a long time
Just a glimpse of your beautiful faces
And that is all, i'll be gone 

We were sure, we'll never see, another day 

In between the lashes, he's asking for more 
Sixteen bullets flying high, your mother's gone
Tender is the night, so don't waste it all
To a song 
Such a peaceful gathering,
For things to go wrong

A thousand candles burning, 
For your sake to come home
Didn't mind the happening, 
As you were walking along 
Shouldn't bring the family to heaven's door
Shouldn't have given a ride to Eerie Todd 



© 2025 Ion / Alex / Rakvel ℗ Opal Tribe
All Rights Reserved



Music by: Ion, Alex & Rakvel 

Lyrics: Ion

Produced by: Alkimos Mavridis & Alexandra Vlaikidou

Mixing: Alkimos Mavridis 

Mastering: Giorgos Andreou 

Alex: electric guitar (solo)

Ion: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, piano, percussion 

Kalliopi Mitropoulou: violin 

Pericles: bass

Rakvel: vocals

Stamos: back vocals 


Artwork: "Those Specks of Dust" (1799)
by Fransisco Goya
Curated by Kostas Messinas (Dustin Crooker)

Eerie Todd

❤️‍🔥✨ Fall Into Your Hunger
by The Miracle Syndicate

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, wear me thin

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Your hands are coal, they stain my white
Your eyes are storms that never fade
I wear your name across my throat
Like a prayer I can’t escape

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, drag me in

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me to your ruin
There’ll be nothing left of life

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

Credits:

Credits:
Written and performed by Elena Morgenstern, Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, and Brad Astra
Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed and mastered by Brad Astra at Nude Studio · Calgary · Canada
Label: Painful Records © 2025

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened. 🐾🖤✨

Fall Into Your Hunger

Amber Hotel – Lean Closer EP

Step inside. The lights are low, the air is thick, and the night feels endless.
Welcome to Amber Hotel — five rooms, five stories, one descent into the heart of modern desire and disconnection.

Across Lean Closer, the Chicago-based trio turns post-punk and darkwave into a cinematic fever dream. It begins with Amber Hotel, a statement of intent — pulsing basslines, sharp guitars, and a voice that commands and confesses in the same breath. It’s not just a song; it’s an invitation. Check in, and let the walls start whispering.

From there, the descent deepens. Digital Ghost drifts through blue-light hauntings and broken connections. Automatic Devotion dances in obsession’s glow — seductive and claustrophobic all at once. Shadowed Face forces you to confront the version of yourself you’ve been hiding from, while Midnight’s Echo pulls you fully into the dark — a slow hypnosis where time dissolves and echoes replace memory.

Influenced by the timeless pulse of Bauhaus, The Cure, and She Wants Revenge, Lean Closer captures a world where emotion and machinery blur. Every track hums with the tension between control and surrender, reflection and release.

Amber Hotel isn’t nostalgia. It’s a mirror for now — flickering, dangerous, and alive.
Five songs. Five keys. One door you may not want to close again.

Welcome to Amber Hotel.
Check in. Lean closer. Don’t count on checking out.

Amber Hotel - Midnight's Echo

Minuit sur ta peau

#alternative #indie #experimental #hauntedpop #dreampop

FEELINGS

You fade in,
you fade out,
a light that can’t 
decide to stay.
I fall in, I fall through,
every time you pull away 
this way.

Almost Real

“Waves” drifts through the highs and lows of life with the calm certainty of the tide. It’s a reflection on how experiences rise, crash, and eventually smooth themselves out, shaping us in quiet, powerful ways. The song moves through moments of loss, grace, and renewal, showing how everything changes, yet somehow keeps flowing. It’s a gentle reminder that love, pain, and growth all move in cycles — never still, never the same — and that allowing yourself to be carried by them can transform you.

„Waves“ erzählt von den Höhen und Tiefen des Lebens – ruhig, dann wieder stürmisch, aber immer in Bewegung wie die Gezeiten. Der Text spiegelt wider, wie Erlebnisse anrollen, brechen und schließlich wieder abklingen, während sie uns leise und kraftvoll formen. Es geht um Verlust, um Gnade, um Neuanfang – darum, dass sich alles verändert und doch weiterfließt. Eine sanfte Erinnerung daran, dass Liebe, Schmerz und Wachstum in Wellen kommen und gehen und dass wir uns verändern, wenn wir lernen, uns von ihnen tragen zu lassen.

Waves

My life moves like water
Sometimes quiet, sometimes tall
I rise like a blue line climbing
Then I break, but I don’t fall
	
Scars fade like shorelines
Pulled soft by the evening tide
What hurt me in the morning
Drifts out to sea by night

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

Love moves like currents
Pulls close, then slips away
But even when it leaves me
It shapes me on its way

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

So let the water take me
Let it change my shape
Everything I’ve lived through
Comes and goes in waves


Waves

This alt rock album blends raw emotion with modern energy, bringing together atmospheric guitars, punchy drums, and melodies that stay with you long after the last note fades. Each track lives in its own world—sometimes moody, sometimes explosive—but always anchored by a driving pulse and honest storytelling.

The project leans into the best parts of alternative music: spacious riffs, textured synths, and vocals that rise and fall with real feeling. You’ll hear moments inspired by indie rock, pop-leaning hooks, and a few unexpected twists that keep the sound fresh from beginning to end.

Whether you’re listening on a late-night drive, zoning in with headphones, or searching for a soundtrack that captures both intensity and escape, this album was built to connect. Turn it up, let it breathe, and dive into the world behind these songs. Stream more music at KJDMusic.com.

Peach

Cringecore. One-woman musical experimentation. Maybe not fit for human consumption.

I composed and recorded the original score for First Time Caller (2022), which won the Grand Jury Prize at the Seattle Film Festival and Best Feature at the Brooklyn Sci-Fi Film Festival. I also write and perform comedy cabaret songs about sex and kink under my alter ego, Tallulah Talons. Real identity is redacted.

Nothing like you

Redacted Heart

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