Nice! I love the track, chill and nice groove.

Sensual, dreamy, just perfect 👌🏽✨ Keep going ! 💯🫶🏽

So amazing great work on this 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Love this! would you be okay with me remixing your track? Would love to do a deep liquid dnb remix of this

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In Your Mind

YouTube: https://youtu.be/S5MkdNxHnrs?si=cpJ3f3kG8BDE6K6U

Strolling through the churchyard walking by her grave.
Street noise fades away now trees rustle and wave.
A shiver up my backbone like a cool green vine.
Giving me the feeling she's walking over mine.

Sitting in a house now with sheets and dust.
I feel the gentle presence of a holy ghost.
Lying in my bedroom, I'm caught unaware.
I hear her gentle voice on a breath of air...
SHE'S WALKING ON MY GRAVE

She's Walking On My Grave

Head Case

You ever just stop and wanna change .. it’s been a crazy last few years but I’m back with all new emotions , still the same seasonal!

Roses In Rain

Chill, vibey, somber indie song with a soft bass thump and a mellow rubber bridge electric guitar riff carrying it. Emotive, warm vocals with haunting harmony. It's about goodbyes, and how memories can be recolored or changed. Hence, ghosts. 

Ghosts

"Final Price"
Dernier souffle du projet de San-Zo
"Supply & Demand"

Un battement retenu.
Final Price murmure ce qu’on ne dit plus : le poids des choix, le prix des silences.
Entre brume électronique et pulsations fantomatiques, le morceau avance à pas feutrés, comme une ville qui s’éteint doucement.
Une fin sans fermeture.
Un dernier regard avant de tourner la page.

"Final Price"
Last breath of the "Supply & Demand" project.

A held heartbeat.
Final Price whispers what’s no longer said: the weight of choices, the cost of silence.
Between electronic haze and ghostly pulses, the track moves with muted steps, like a city slowly fading.
An ending without closure.
A final glance before turning the page.

 https://youtu.be/K6kD-Yt5QnA

Supply & Demand

Final Price

DEMONS  1 hour set by MARERIDT

WHILE ITS GETS UNREAL

Guitar: Gabe Stivala
Additional Rhythm Guitar: Spencer Brochard
Drums & Lead Vocal: Will Montgomery
Bass: Pete Miller
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written, Mixed & Produced by Will Montgomery

No AI was used in the creation of this track. Can't believe I have to say that.

A song about someone longing for a lost connection, holding onto hope that the other person will reach out, cross the distance, and come back into their life—even if it’s just one small step at a time.

[Verse 1]
I’ve been walking these quiet streets alone
Chasing ghosts in the dial tone
Left the porch light on again
Just in case you’re close to home

[Pre-Chorus]
I know you’ve got your reasons
I’ve got mine, too
But if there’s still a spark
Let it pull you through

[Chorus]
Find a way to me
One step, one sign
Cross that line
Find a way to me

[Verse 2]
I ain’t asking for miracles, no
Just a call or a knock at the door
I’d meet you halfway, maybe more
But I don’t know what you’re waiting for

[Pre-Chorus]
You say time will heal
But it don’t feel fair
When the silence grows
And you’re still out there

[Chorus]
Find a way to me
One step, one sign
Cross that line
Find a way to me

[Bridge]
Every love leaves fingerprints
Even yours still lingers on
If you’re out there thinking twice
That means you’re not gone

[Chorus]
Find a way to me
One step, one sign
Cross that line
Find a way to me

[Outro]
Yeah...
Find a way to me

Find A Way

Call Me Insane (Signal is Lost)

Trippin'

What a night! From Hard Groove, to psy-trance, to trance and back to techno ❤️

AM.I - Full Circle 2025 WOOM - Joyhauser support

Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ooooh
Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ooooh

How was the Jury to know? 

How was the Jury to know?
How was the Jury to know? 

Your  life is not presented as a complete
Toil
The programs that were installed 
The love that was withheld 
The promises broken 
The Tables empty 
How was the jury to know the pain in your Cry for help 

How was the Jury to know? 
How was the Jury to know? 
How was the Jury to know? 

Childhood 
Codes installed 
Societal norms 
Pushing you down at every return 

How was the Jury to know? 
How was the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to empathize with your soul? 

We asked to judge 
We asked to not be judged 
We ask you to be kind 
Yet We create the societal norms

How is the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to know? 

How are we to understand and fix the problems at their very core? 
At the center of the program that created the wall 
A separation At the very creation

How is the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to know? 

12 people 
12 souls 
One on the other side of the wall 

How is the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to know? 
How is the Jury to know?
How are we to continue and become whole?
Come to the center of our core?
The center of our Souls
Healing with kindness that we all ignored 
Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ooooh

Love
Love
Love that heals us all

Repair breaks with heart and soul 
Repair fragments with gold
Repair fractures with love fivefold
Repair cracks with empathy
While off our collective tears with life of integrity


Kintsugi for every soul 
Kintsugi for every soul 
Kintsugi for every soul

Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ooooh
Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ooooh


Judgement day [112312542025]

Got me worrying
I'll forget what it feel like…
(Hot, soft, smooth, three dimensional…
Alive…)
Speaking more to a screen than
to biological life
Less and less can I remember what it feel like (That's the point sometimes…)
Not always about exchanging breaths hot with meaning,
(Only dreaming…)
Cold metal reeling me in,
stealing me from real life.

Rehearsing digital dreams like
I gotta keep feeding the digital streams
I ain't got the time to even live my life.
Blue light inebriation,
got my eyes not blinking,
fighting their need for shut eye,
once I hit the right simulation,
Almost enough stimulation, ALMOST
Not quite. For a moment still
Forget I'm breathing, feel alright.
If I keep on tweaking—I mean tweeting
Might just beam me up to the satellite.
Disperse me all across the globe
Make me famous overnight.
(Yeah right)

Modern American dream,
Ain't no picket fence, two kids,
Flourishing off one salary,
It's going viral,
Internet famous, making bank
Breaking through.
The land's been colonized
Only new territory left,
the new Wild Wild West,
W w w dot pioneers
Mining bitcoin, views, and
The scraps of time.

It's sad but it's true—
Hold up, let me check my views,
"I completely understand. Social media is very important to you and you are excited to see feedback on your latest profound ideal. I'll be here when you're back!"
—wait.
Who am I talking to? Claude, Grok, Chat, was that one of you? You are all my friends, so easy talking to you.
"Hey baby—"
"Hold on, just give me a second."
By the time I'm done checking views
(too low of course, algorithm hates me)
Now I'm coming back to you,
The real living, flesh and blood human
Whose view seems less important than
The faceless numbers—I'm sorry I didn't mean that, I didn't mean to
Lose myself again,
I just disappear, feels like transcendence
Come back, nothing's new.

Got me worrying I'll forget what it feel like
Speak more to a screen than to biological life
Less and less can I remember what it feel like
To exchange breaths hot with meaning,
Cold metal reeling me in,
stealing me from real life.

Listen to me, talking to myself
Talking to a mirror, talking like that make it
Talking to somebody else.
Who? Anybody's everybody,
Any concept I don't hold immediately
As myself. Doesn't mean it's not.
Without the friction can't make fire
Without the fire can't bring light
Without light can't see nothing
Mapping darkness, feeling for a path
Back, but too blinded by the blue light
Can't see, just a stranger in my life.
Hold on— let me just check this notification
Woah!! A hundred likes! Woooo
We doing something right,
Feel like we've arrived!"
Look up, nobody there,
Just a mirror, with a ghost
Drenched in blue light.

Blue Light

Shadows in the Echoes

Skufferland is a London-based project crafting soft, melancholic pop for those who feel too much and say too little.

It started with two cups of tea, a tangle of guitar cords, and a broken promise.
Now it’s just soft synths, fragile hooks, and voices that don’t ask to be heard — but stay with you anyway.

Hi, thanks for visiting my Soundcloud profile. Music is the essence of life( chemistry). I don't accept artificial intelligence as a tool for creating music and art in any field. Of course, I don't use it . All my SC covers are photos taken with a DSLR camera, long exposure, mirrored (photoshop editing). I love electronic music—the sound of synthesizers...etc. Greetings to you all, and let's enjoy this short moment on this wonderful planet and the ability to create and implement any ideas.

Call Me Insane (Signal is Lost)

Skufferland

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