Copy of Buzzing Indie

“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

Far Away From You

hold on

Spells to cast this October

Names in Smoke

Sen Kötü Bir Rüyasın

Arar mısın Beni

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

Yellow sweater

me and molly demo

ANOTR - If You Really ID @ Mayan Warrior Burning Man

the whole street knows i’m scared
cos i’m turning all the lights on
before I go to bed
she said
‘all my life I’ve craved a feeling that I can not name - it’s like there’s something waiting’
the garden with the graves in

head gone
type-cast
smoke weed
makes the time pass
sextape
joyride
lucid dream in rewind
hold you
in spaces
where they can’t see our faces
I cried
at the tv
cos a dog died
in a movie

cos when missing you’s so cruel
your love’s made me a fool
now i’m drowning with the ghouls
sit around all afternoon
and think of you
in a skirt

the whole street knows i’m scared
cos i’m turning all the lights on
before I go to bed
she said
‘all my life I’ve craved a feeling that I can not name - it’s like there’s something waiting’
the garden with the graves in

the garden with the graves in

The lights fall soft on her silvered hair,
A shimmer caught in the midnight air.

Her laughter drifts through the crowded room,
And every note cuts through the gloom.

And though the music pulls her near,
Her eyes find mine — I disappear.

The years between us melt away,
When she looks — when she looks my way.

She’s not the girl I met back then,
She’s more — she’s love, she’s life again.

I sit and watch, a silent prayer,
To keep her dancing, keep her there.

And though she twirls with someone new,
Her heart still whispers, “I see you.”

And in her glance, I see it clear —
The same young love that brought me here.

The night folds close, the lights grow dim,
But her gaze still pulls me back to then.

She turns once more — her eyes, they say,
“I’m yours, always… when I look your way.”


When She Looks My Way

🎵 سماء العرب (Samā’ al-ʿArab) – Sky of the Arabs

[Intro – 0:00–0:50]
[soft desert wind, distant echo of night insects, shimmering synth pad like starlight]  
[low deep bass note fades in gradually, oud plucks echo like constellations forming]

[Verse 1 – Arabic, male vocal – slow, meditative]
يا سَماءَ العربِ، يا تاجَ اللّيل،  
فيكِ ينامُ القَمرُ على صَدرِ الصَّحراءِ،  
وفي ضوئِكِ تُكتَبُ الحِكاياتُ،  
عن حُلمِ الرِّيحِ ومَجدِ النُّجوم.  

[Bridge – 0:55–1:20]
[female harmony whispers key words “النور... الحلم... السماء...”]

[Main Groove – 1:25–2:40]
[slow deep house rhythm begins — 110 BPM, dark analog sub bass, wide stereo pads, oud repeating short ascending motifs; distant clapping like heartbeat of stars]

[Verse 2 – Arabic, male/female duet]
يا نجومَ الشرقِ، يا نَفَسَ الأبد،  
أنتم مَرايا العُشّاقِ في الطُّرقات،  
تَسيرونَ فوقَ الليلِ كأغانٍ من ضوء،  
تُضيئونَ قلوبَ الراحلين.  

[Chant Section – 2:45–3:40]
[soft rhythmic repetition, layered male and female vocals:]  
"سَماءُ العربِ... سَماءُ النُّورِ..."  
("Sky of the Arabs... sky of light...")  
[echo spreads slowly, synth arp rises subtly in stereo field]

[Breakdown – 3:45–4:10]
[ney and qanun duet over deep pad; desert wind returns]

[Verse 3 – Arabic, male lead – emotional, reverent]
في عُلوكِ الحُلمِ يسكُنُ الخلود،  
وفي سُكونِكِ تُصلّي الأرواح،  
يا سَماءَ العربِ،  
يا طريقَ النُّورِ الأبديّ.  

[Outro – 4:15–5:00]
[arpeggiated oud fades into silence; final whisper repeats:]  
"النُّورُ لا يَنامُ..." (“The light never sleeps.”)

2‎⁨العرب-(samā’-al-ʿarab)-–⁩.

“Lost Session Logs” is about searching for traces of someone who’s gone, only to find the records corrupted and erased. It’s the ache of looking back through memory, only to see silence instead of presence.

Lost Session Logs

Mr.Geridoo

haunted house music / internet suburbia forever

the garden with the graves in

sometimes.

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