Tape 2 – Indie Edition captures the quiet side of the journey.  
A collection of songs reimagined in a raw, emotional form —  
just piano, guitar, and a voice that breathes honesty.  

Each track unfolds like a late-night confession —  
melancholic, intimate, melodic, and deeply human.  
No studio polish, just the fragile beauty of real moments  
where silence speaks louder than words.  

Created by H-dMan Such  
#indie #indierock #indiepop #dreampop #acousticindie #melancholicpop #modernindie #cinematicindie #intimatevibes #indieartist #softindie #emotionalmusic #pianoguitar #indietapes #rawsound

Game for Two ( indie, dream pop, britrock, guitar, uplifting)

instrumental intro]

Room is full of your footprints,
I feel your breath,
I feel your scent.

[bridge]
My ears hear a tender voice,
but my eyes see nothing.

No tears,
just a heart that’s broken.
No complaints,
just words unspoken.

I didn’t realize you’re leaving me now,
what am I supposed to do?
You left for ten minutes,
or for good…

[bridge]
The door is closed, and you are gone.
So… what now?

No tears,
just a heart that’s broken.
No complaints,
just words unspoken.

Should I try to run for you?
Follow your steps in the misty morning?
Dial your number one more time?

[bridge]
Waiting for a letter, checking the door,
every time someone passes by.

[instrumental intermezzo]

No tears,
just a heart that’s broken.
No complaints,
just words unspoken.

[bridge]
Heart is broken.
Words unspoken.

[instrumental outro]

footprints 2(hypnotic club version).

room is full of your footprints
I feel your breath
feel your scent
My ears heare  tender voice
but - my eyes see nothing 

No tears
just heart is broken.
No compliants
just  words unspoken.

I didn't realize you leaving me now
what am I suppose to do
you left  for ten minutes or for good 
door are closed. and you'r gone
So - what now?

No tears
just heart is broken.
No compliants
just  words unspoken.

Should I try  to run for you
follow your steps in misty morning
dial your number one more time?
waiting fo letter and check 
the door, 
when somone every time pass by 

No tears
just heart is broken.
No compliants
just  words unspoken.

heart is broken

words unspoken

no tears, just heart is broken

conquistador-del-paradiso ( facil )

Verse]
Street lights hum,
echoes align,
heartbeat syncs
with the skyline.

[Hook]
Pulse… pulse…
move in time,
we are the rhythm,
we are the sign.

[Verse]
Street lights hum,
echoes align,
heartbeat syncs
with the skyline.

[Hook]
Pulse… pulse…
move in time,
we are the rhythm,
we are the sign.

[Verse]
Street lights hum,
echoes align,
heartbeat syncs
with the skyline.

[Hook]
Pulse… pulse…
move in time,
we are the rhythm,
we are the sign.

Pulse city.

Verse]
Hands up high,
heat in the air,
city of fire,
we don’t care.

[Chorus]
Midnight fever,
never come down,
lose your name,
feel the sound.

[Verse]
Hands up high,
heat in the air,
city of fire,
we don’t care.

[Chorus]
Midnight fever,
never come down,
lose your name,
feel the sound.

[Verse]
Hands up high,
heat in the air,
city of fire,
we don’t care.

[Chorus]
Midnight fever,
never come down,
lose your name,
feel the sound.

[ outro, house style ]

Midnight fever.

Burned out, lying on the bed,  
the world outside feels like your enemy.  
Tomorrow morning circles above you,  
and you think now — you are dying.  

Grey scale of colours on the bookshelves,  
in one row with all the poetry.  
Sagan’s novels pulled you out of the deep again —  
the last first rescue... but how long will it last?  
You really don’t care.  

What’s the meaning of all this education,  
if the only thing that matters is your destiny?  
Temples are empty, God’s hands are trembling,  
a homeless brother asking for his daily fee.  

Finally you leave one of a million flats,  
joining the flow of workers on the streets.  
Factories — beasts with a gaping maw —  
ready to swallow and chew small bites of dreams.  

It’s 6 a.m., but you don’t care,  
dressed in black, with mirrored glasses.  
“Where is your turning point?” you ask  
those empty faces on the streets.  
The answer fades beneath the whisper of pigeons’ wings...  

What’s the meaning of all this education,  
if the only thing that matters is your destiny?  
Temples are empty, God’s hands are trembling,  
a homeless brother asking for his daily fee.  

Another day, another night.  
One of the long line of carriages in your train —  
first class or sleepers —  
just passing by.  

And you stay.

grey scale morning ( sad, but optimistic )

[ instrumental intro ]


There is a town you shouldn't meet
when you lost your tears, of pleasure , 
tears off joy 

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

istanbul streets 
late night among the houses
people are passing you by
street cats
yellow lamps
on the way down, 
[ bridge ]
to the water.

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

[ instrumental intermezzo ]

streets full of people
emotions love and fears
taksim  square with pigeeons wings
makes you feel for a while
that you  win.

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
[ bridge ]
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

[ instrumental outro ]

istanbul-street-story ( tears of joy ).

#dreampop #dreampopvibes #shoegaze #neoindie #bedroompop #indiedream #melancholicpop #psychedelicrock #indieatmosphere #retrovibes #vintageindie #modernindie #indiedreamscape #lofiindie

now and then

haze between us

Golden fragments

moonlight prayer

#artrock #cinematicindie #indieconcept #storytellingmusic #moodyindie #darkindie #emotionalindie #visualsound #soundtrackvibes #indiejourney #indiecomposer #artpop

Game for two.

An uplifting atmospheric indie rock ballad with piano arpeggios, soaring guitars and a driving rhythmic pulse, . Emotional male vocals, wide reverb, echoing layers, meditative yet powerful. Builds gradually with drums and synth pads, then opens into a soaring chorus with shimmering guitars and uplifting energy. Dreamlike, reflective, inspiring mood. Suitable for stadium rock anthem meets meditation vibe.

love crime

empty glasses fall down Part B.

:
“Halfway to 1 Million monthly plays — Thank You 💫”

“نصف الطريق نحو المليون — شكراً لكم 💫”

1M+ plays. 100% independent.  
DIY spirit. Global sound. 1M strong.  
A million hearts. One frequency.  
Thanks for 1,000,000 — next stop: infinity.
نصف الطريق نحو المليون 🌙  
أكثر من ٤١٦ ألف استماع خلال آخر ٣٠ يوم — شكراً لكل من استمع وشارك وحافظ على وهج الموسيقى.  
بدأت الرحلة من غرفةٍ صغيرة… والآن تصل الأصوات إلى العالم.  
دعونا نصل إلى المليون معاً 🖤  
— H-dMan Such (سلافومير)


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