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🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — Low Signal Shore 

I know this path —
The bend where the reeds lean wrong,
The bench where the boy was crying last year,
Or maybe it was me.

I walk it the same every time,
But the trees grow in closer now,
And the lights don’t blink from the far shore anymore.

There’s a voice behind me
That uses my name like it knows me.
But when I turn —
Nothing — just wind,
And that ache
Where the name used to fit.

You don’t get lost
Unless you want to.
You don’t hear things
Unless something’s listening.
This water remembers
More than I do.
And the shoreline keeps moving
When I blink.

Something rustles
But won’t look at me.
A shape in the trees
With my old coat.

I left it there — didn’t I?
When I swore I’d never come back.

Now every step feels
Like walking through a thought
I haven’t had yet.

And I swear the lake
Just said my name.
But quieter this time.

You don’t get lost
Unless you want to.
You don’t hear things
Unless something’s listening.
This water remembers
More than I do.
And the shoreline keeps moving
When I blink.

I pass a man who looks like my father,
But younger, and ashamed.
He asks for the time —
I say it’s gone.

Low signal.
No bars.
The cold hand of the wind
Scrolls my back.

The house is ahead,
But the lights aren’t for me.

And the rain keeps taking me back
To where I used to be.

The path leads to a dead-end road…
Where the water knows my name.

Credits:

Lead Vox: Nayeli Astra
Piano: Nayeli Astra
Backing Vox: Elena Morgenstern & Brad Astra
Flute & Synth Pads: Elena Morgenstern
Mellotron: Nayeli Astra
Guitars: Brad Astra
Production & Arrangement: The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed & Mastered by: Brad Astra at Painful Records
Cover Concept & Direction: Brad Astra

Low Signal Shore

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🎧 Track: Mademoiselle Mystique
🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🌦 Mood: Romantic Collapse • Parisian Irony • Groovy Longing

Description:
What do you get when you mix heartbreak, French literature, and an existential fashion show? You get Mademoiselle Mystique — a baguette-scented ballad for anyone who’s ever been ghosted by someone in ankle boots quoting Foucault.

She arrived late. She judged your Spotify playlist. She said “peut-être” with a shrug so elegant it should’ve been framed in the Louvre. Meanwhile, you wore your hoodie like hope and your heart like a club badge. Rookie mistake.

This isn’t just a breakup song. It’s a soirée of sighs with backup vocals from crushed masculinity and the ghost of your Google Translate history.
Think:
🥖 Paris, but the part where no one texts back
🍷 Wine, but with subtle contempt
🧥 Style, but emotionally unavailable
🗼 Love, but post-structuralist

🎶 Guitars that jangle like your nerves on a second espresso
🎶 Lyrics that stab with eyeliner precision
🎶 A chorus so catchy it might critique you in French

Warning: May cause spontaneous cigarette cravings, introspective walks by the Seine, and an overwhelming urge to reread The Second Sex while crying in a Zara changing room.

Press play. Regret nothing. Except maybe the oysters. 🦪💔

Lyrics:

You showed up late, with no apology
A scarf, some boots, and silent mythology
A cigarette waved like a wand in the air
I choked on the smoke, but you didn’t care

You spoke in quotes from Simone de Beauvoir
While fixing your bangs in a rearview car
I asked if you liked me, you said “peut-être”
Which is French for never, but with better hair

I wore my heart like a football crest
You wore your doubt like a vintage vest
And every shrug was couture despair
God, I fell in love with your vacant stare

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
A walking riddle wrapped in wine
You laughed and said, “don’t call me mine”
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Cool detachment, tongue-in-cheek
I brought you flowers, you brought critique
Oh — you tragic, tonic, Gallic freak 🎶

You said you eat croissants without the guilt
And wear regret like designer quilt
I tried to match your existential grace
But my hoodie screamed “Midwestern face”

You read Camus and sipped Chablis
While I googled how to flirt in French for free
You kissed my neck with a sigh so light
It echoed louder than our final fight

You said “love is war, but make it chic”
Then vanished like a French boutique
Now all I have is your perfume ghost
And an overdraft from that Bordeaux toast

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
The queen of cold with lips so red
You left me texting while you read
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
A walking Vogue critique
I lost my pride in your boutique
Oh — you magnifique, Parisian freak 🎶

“I never said I’d stay,” you whispered…
Then ordered oysters and made a face when I mispronounced œufs.

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
You made detachment so unique
I wore your silence like a badge
While you slow-danced with your carry-on bag
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Bittersweet, tres magnifique
I wrote this song, you’d call it bleak
But darling…
I’m still stuck in your mystique 🎶

Mademoiselle Mystique

production/vocals/engineering by SUN$ET
featuring vocals and lead guitar from yourhandsormine

Lyrics:
I wish I could understand 
All the things in my head
Beneath the ocean of thoughts
There lies the abyss
When you start thinking a lot 
You get stuck inside your head
Overthinking a lot 
So you start dreaming again

It’s just a haze in my mind
All I see is cloudy skies
Hard to tell sometimes
What is yours and what is mine
Falling deeper now 
My feet won’t hit the the ground
After all is said and done
What have you become?

Wish you could understand 
Wish you would understand

I wish I could understand 
All the things in my head
Beneath the ocean of thoughts
There lies the abyss
When you start thinking a lot 
You get stuck inside your head
Overthinking a lot 
So you start dreaming again

drowning in my dreams (ft. yourhandsormine)

Lose my mind

Velvet Dust (dreamy version)

A train wreck

sombr - crushing

Loneliness, lost in a dream
Look off the edge, nobody sees
I tried so hard to make it work,
seems all I do is make shit worse

Loneliness, I'm fading away
I'm looking around, it all feels so fake
I'm on my own, there's no place for me to go
I'm on my own, there's no place for me to go

Loneliness, lost in a dream
Look off the edge, nobody sees
I tried so hard to make it work,
seems all I do is make shit worse

I'm on my own, there's no place for me to go
I'm on my own, there's no place for me to go
I'm on my own, there's no place for me to go
I'm on my own, there's no place for me to go

on my own

cito

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