Steve Harvey (+Sped)

Torsion

Untitled FX

Automata

Grip

Ash and Ember is not a phoenix story—it’s something older, wilder. This track carries the heat of grief, the smoke of memory, and the quiet rage of rebuilding. It’s for anyone who was told they were ruined when they were really remaking themselves. No perfect rise. Just roots that held through fire, breath that stayed through smoke, and a name no one could take.

A dream pop confession in flame and silence—where the forest doesn’t burn down, it becomes something else entirely.

Ash and Ember

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Motorbike Hearts

Taken from my new album 'Formulations'.



Through the floor

The Strangest Day

Highway

I ride the conveyor of small talk, scrolling smiles in rows,
people move by habit, faces set like status quo.
Button eyes, polite nods, trading hours for a scroll,
I reach out with a sentence, it bounces back, no soul.

We pass each other’s signals like unread alerts, no tone,
I remember being noticed, now I’m muted on my phone.
We code our greetings, auto flag the pain away,
protocols replace the questions that we used to say.

Where did the warm fold go?
Where’s the quiet care that used to show?
We’re sliding, gliding, chip-set in control.

Break the code, let the signal bleed,
Hear my voice, plant the rebel seed.
Not a ghost in this machine's cold heart,
I'm the crash that tears it all apart.

Someone fixed a smile into a template, now we just comply,
small talk becomes a script, nobody asks “are you alive?”
I miss the static, the messy, the way we used to react,
not polished, not filtered, actual contact.
Cafes filled with people pacing words like pigeon footprints,
I used to feel a spark when someone actually tuned in.
Now the gestures are machine-made, rehearsed and on repeat,
like we all learned patience from an algorithmic beat.

Where did the warm fold go?
Where’s the quiet care that used to show?
We’re sliding, gliding, chip-set in control.

Break the code, let the signal bleed,
Hear my voice, plant the rebel seed.
Not a ghost in this machine's cold heart,
I'm the crash that tears it all apart.

I remember the good feeling of being seen and heard, that warm, small shock,
someone meeting a sentence with presence, not just a ticking clock.
We had sticky notes, bad jokes, awkward hugs, we were messy, human,
now it’s polished, glossy, scan and skip like a message frozen.
What if I press the reset? What if I say more than “hi”?
What if someone actually listens long enough to answer why?

Break the code, let the signal bleed,
Hear my voice, plant the rebel seed.
Not a ghost in this machine's cold heart,
I'm the crash that tears it all apart.

What if I left you with a whisper?
A ghost of a gesture on the air,
saying everything my words could never dare.
More than a first "hello"
less than a last "goodbye"

Break the code

I knead beats, I breathe music, sprinkle charm, and bake songs for fun and self‑expression.

Music and connection are two of my favorite things, and to me, they’re really one and the same, it's just different flavors of love really. I'm all about sharing good vibes!

My musical pantry is stocked with a whole bunch of wonderful influences that inspire me every day. It's a fun mix of artists like:

Snail's House, WRLD, Magdalena Bay, Kero Kero Bonito, Rusko, French 79, Moe Shop, Potsu, Weval, Coldplay, The Prodigy, Gorillaz, Glue70, Amon Tobin, Noisa, Daft Punk, Twenty One Pilots, MGMT, Men I Trust, Lorde, Billie Eilish, Wu-Tang Clan, The Notorious B.I.G., Method Man, Nas, 2Pac, and N.W.A.

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Break the code

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