Floatin' In Space - by Paploviante –– Title & Music; Reidmoto – Lyrics, Final Mix. Note: Vocalist was high, drunk, and shivering, so her vocals are not always clear.

They said the trucks run early when it rains…
You can hear ‘em before dawn — 
the ones that take what’s left.
Ain’t nobody comin’ back for me.

Guess I’m just another story…

Floatin’… in Space.

[Verse 1]
He said, “Sweetheart, you gotta order some food.”
Just doin’ his job, not tryin’ to be rude.
Fishnets torn, mascara rain,
Thunderbird tears runnin’ down the drain.

[Verse 2]
My bag got jacked, only shorts and a tee.
Last trick gone, nobody lookin’ for me.
Dumpster’s warm, the rain hits hard,
Just a night on earth in God’s junkyard.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
The last thing I remembered,
Bones were snappin’, limbs dismembered.
Tried to scream but had no breath,
My fade to black — a trash-truck death.

[Chorus 1]
She appeared in a mist of GLORY,
“I’m the Angel of Purgatory.
Get some rest, I’ll check your story.”

Been EONS since I’ve seen her face,
I’m fluh-fluh-floating in space.

[Verse 3]
I rose above alleys of flickering light,
Past burnt spoons glowing in the night.
The city below was a rosary chain,
Every bead a body whisperin’ my name.

[Verse 4]
I called to the Angel, “Hey, you still there?”
Her halo flickered like welfare glare.
She said, “Baby, I just light the way —
You walk alone till your debts are paid”

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Stars were cryin’, galaxies bled,
Heaven looked blue but it burned out red.
I begged for mercy, but the line went cold.
Just the hum of truth I never told.

[Chorus 2]
She appeared in a mist of GLORY,
“You wrote your own sad story.”
“Rest awhile in this empty place…”
Then she vanished — without a trace.

[Bridge / Spoken Drift]
No wings, no trumpet, no pearly gate,
Just me and the dark and the hands of fate.
Some angels clock out when the sirens wail,
Some souls just ride the garbage rail.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
Been EONS since I’ve seen her face,
I’m fluh-fluh-floating in space.
She ain’t comin’ back — not for grace,
Just driftin’ forever…

floating…
in space.

“Get some rest… I’ll check your story…”
static…
dumpster lid closes…

Timeless Floating In Space - Paploviante_Title_Music-Reidmoto_Lyrics

Welcome to the soundscape of my spiritual journey. I build sound spaces, that invite you to linger and reflect.


Each song is a footprint, a breath, a whisper, born out of an intuitive moment.
They reflect experiences of my path - pure and real.
This is not just music - it is memory, detachment, recognition and transformation.
Thank you for listening, for being a witness to this evolving sound journey.

Rona

🎵 Rhythm seeker |
Heart tuned to music |

Passionate music lover with a deep appreciation for all genres and the stories they tell. From timeless classics to underground gems, I’m always exploring new sounds and rhythms. Music is more than just a hobby it's a daily ritual, a source of inspiration, and a way to connect with the world around me.

Promoters of any services: I'm not interested and have a team that handles everything I need. Save your time and your account and DO NOT send me messages praising my music, then hitting me up with your offer. 

ONE MESSAGE FROM ME TO MY CONTACT ON SOUNDCLOUD AND YOU WILL BE BANNED FOR LIFE. 

Now that we've got that straight...

I'm a songwriter and musician, have played in bands, play mostly guitar, and a bit of keyboards, but my primary passion is writing songs--creating cool songs that people can relate to. 

I like to write songs that have meaning and emotional impact, but try to also include some humor in them to make it not so serious and heavy. 

I hope you enjoy some of the songs.

Reidmoto

I've been chasing sound since the day I ran away from home. 
While most kids were in school, I was digging through crates in record stores - learning rhythm, rebellion, and the raw truth music could carry. By 13, I was sleeping in nightclubs. By 15, I was behind the decks, DJ-ing to survive and to feel something real.

In the 1980's, I became part of Belgium's early electronic wave - spinning vinyl before it was a scene.

But life, as it does, took me away from the spotlight. Still, the music never stopped playing in me.

Now, after all these years, I'm back. Producing my own tracks. No rules, no formulas - just decades of sound, scars, and soul poured into every beat.

For those who've ever felt like outsiders...
For those who live through sound...

This is for you.
The beat goes on. And so do I.