Sasha Norova & Adam - Aу aу

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.

November rain

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

Every Friday night
In a bar on a stage with no lights
Someone calls a name that’s not mine
And they play my favorite song
Where the planes fly
Every second and every third line
Someone holds a little bit too tight
And they sing along

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Take a long walk
To the small corner store on my block
It’s a lot farther than I thought
But the people there are kind
On the sidewalk
Is a tall man who tells me I’m lost
And he asks if I have the time
And I ask him why

And he says
“All right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song”

They say if you can make it here
You can make it anywhere
But it’s really just the best place to be

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Sanctuary City

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Neon Raincoats

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Some of you say I'm a sellout
Some of you think I'm a fraud
You might as well keep on thinkin'
'Cause it don't mean a thing to the Lord
Some of you say that I run with the pack
Some of you say I'm insane
Some of you call me the almanac
Well
I just call myself the rain

I said
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way

You might think you can knock me down
You might think you can break my back
You might think you can shake my faith
Well
I've been to Hell and back
You might think you can burn my fields
You might think you can stop my train
You might think you can break my will
Well
I just call myself the rain

I said
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way

My faith has been tested
I've had some dark nights
I've been to the bottom
And back to the light

I said
Come my way
Come my way
Come my way

Come My Way

The haunting centerpiece — Radiohead-style claustrophobia, dry mix, and cold beauty.
A hymn to the tenant of one’s own mind — the voice that never leaves.
It’s repetition. It’s survival. It’s surrender.

“There’s someone living in my head.”

The Lodger Cycle (Venus in My Head) is a dark cinematic concept album by Leya, blending trip-hop, gothic soul, and surreal art-pop.
Each track is a different room inside the same haunted mind — where mirrors whisper, spoons float, and thoughts bloom into flytraps.

The record moves through madness, irony, and fragile beauty.
It’s not about escaping the darkness — it’s about learning to breathe within it.

🖤 “I breathe, I burn, I’m still within.”

The Lodger Cycle (Venus in My Head)

Lodger

R.I.P

No More Time (Friday)

Alice was a rose, looked perfect in the light
Sharp around the edges, drew blood most nights
Clara was a daisy, too easy to pick
Tried to chain me up but couldn’t make it stick

June was ivy, climbing where she pleased
Wrapped around my heart and refused to leave
Sophie was a cactus, don’t get too close
Pricked my fingers with nothing to show

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Hazel was lavender, soft and rare
Left her scent on every chair
Maya was a tulip, opened up too fast
Told me every secret but never asked

Fiona was a fern, lived best in shade
I gave her sun, she slipped away
Ruth was thistle, proud and coarse
Kicked like a mule, had no remorse

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

R.I.P

Sean Mitchell McGowan

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