Yeah chilled track sounds like I should be drinking a milkshake in Café somewhere with a time machine , good work

Nice vocals, lekker beat, you can listen to this having a glass of good wine.

this was brilliant !! really loved the song 💪😁 Great great great !!!!

so refreshing..... and nostalgic too.... love it... brilliant.

So beautiful! It reminded me of the Beatles sound. You have great tunes, man. Great job.

Really beautiful layered vocals on this - lovely voices and arrangements, almost early Beatles like. I am tempted to think that your name and whacky image/branding are a mismatch for the seriously good music you produce but that is just my opinion.

I love the back up vocals with the main vocals to give it that pretty matched tone, the guitar sounds clear as hell! You never disappoint!

It’s just a fun indie pop song.

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Trapped

Demo mix
Cover art by: Eetu Iljamo
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Hang On (Demo)

PROD [ERLAX]
https://youtu.be/xhAtfEQwVM8

MIXED BY (YOUNG OSIRIS) 

///LYRICS///

I don't like these changes
I miss stability 
Is this just a phase
or a disability

I should not complain when a roof's over my head
Why do I feel drained 
All I do Is lay in bed

I don't like these changes
I miss stability 
Is this just a phase
or a disability

I should not complain when a roof's over my head
Why do I feel drained 
All I do Is lay in bed


I don't wanna wake up 
I am not so healthy
I'm the one who came up
When no one could help me
Now I am to blame cause
I am always changing 
I don't wanna save us 
I don't wanna save me

///

Correct me if I'm wrong but
We're all born to die 
I don't wanna be gone 
Or become another guy

Correct me if I'm wrong but
We all wonder why
Why do we exist
Why are you and me alive 

Correct me if I'm wrong but
We're all born to die 
I don't wanna be gone 
Or become another guy

Correct me if I'm wrong but
We all wonder why
Why do we exist
Why are you and me alive 


DIMENSIONS IMPAIRED!!! /// (OUTRO)

Shamrock
Shamrock
Do she bleed?
I will take her
By the knee

Break her bones and
Bite her leg
Then say, 
"What the f*ck you said?"

Shake her clothes off
Bite her tongue
Then say,
"See the sh*t you've done?"

Take her slow and
Ask her, "Please,
Could you repeat
What you said to me?"

Then she like, "Just
F*ck me"

See I'm doing it
I'm doing it
I'm doing it well

Spells For You

Shamrock Spells

LAST NIGHT I DREAMED ABOUT YOU

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Emerald Sky

Happy ending 

written by CXLD MIND

produce by: COLD MELODY

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CXLD MIND - Happy ending (Bonus track)

Meet Me On The Balcony

"It's times like this it pays to be the strong silent type."

𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓽  𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝.𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

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