Oooooohhhhhhh can’t you see
This can never be
I belong to me
(and) I won’t go quietly
Into your 
Moulded for your
Boxed inside your
Category

Spoken word part:

Do we really need to allocate everything to neat little groups?
Including ourselves?
What is it about our uniqueness that scares you?
The upside-down fork in the cutlery drawer
That discordant note
The outlier on the graph spoiling the clean line
We are all outliers on different graphs

Dangerous (Samuel Cosmic Extended Mix) · (Analogtune Edit)

A Drum of Tears Gözyaşlarının Davulu

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Go on, go on.
Can't Stop Playing Along
Won't Say How It Is
Lost what change feels
Can't remember how I learned this game
Of saying what keeps things the same

How Would I Know

Crossings on Proton #59 - Jakob Mäder

Fading.9

Déception? Peut-être. 
Mais regarde— Tout brille, tout danse, et rien ne tarde.

Paris Insouciant

This had to happen sooner or later—there’s hardly a good idea I don’t owe to Espresso Martini.

Dance meets the unhinged. A whispered ritual. A flirty glitch in the system.
For those who like their bassline smooth, their logic broken, and their feelings shaken—not stirred. Say it with me… espresso martini. 🍸

Espresso Martini

CACHOEIRA

I'm Not Him

I don’t write songs in the traditional sense. I prioritize sound and theme over grammar or logical narrative. I often look between the moments we usually skip — the pauses, the loops, the unfinished thoughts.

It’s immersive, like film music — but you have to imagine the film.

I listen to myself. I write down what the song says.
Sometimes it says:
Can. Can’t. Fight. Bite.
Sometimes it says:
Text the moon, please.

You’re not supposed to “understand” it.
But you’re welcome to feel what it means.

This style — I sometimes refer to it as Beat Listened.

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