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“WHISPERS” es un viaje sonoro entre lo etéreo y lo íntimo. Una voz suave, casi como un susurro, se desliza sobre una base minimalista con tintes de R&B alternativo y dream pop. La canción envuelve al oyente en un ambiente misterioso y delicado, transmitiendo calma, nostalgia y un toque de enigma. Es música para escuchar de noche, con auriculares, dejando que cada palabra resuene como un secreto compartido. 🌙

Whispers

[Verse 1]
The pigeons and the magistrates, they all look the same
In a tedious procession in a drizzle of shame
They talk of pension plans and mortgages and lawns
While a little piece of spirit dies with every single dawn
You see them in the papers, clutching their degrees
With sensible expressions designed only to please
Oh, they're selling "common sense" by the pound
But I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them to the ground
[Chorus]
And you'll get your Civic Commendation
For a life of quiet desperation
A handshake and a photograph, a footnote in the press
For never, ever, ever causing any kind of mess
Oh, I'd rather be a vandal, I'd rather be a brute
Than to ever taste the ashes of that sad and muted fruit
Of a life lived by the rulebook, a life I can't abide
With nothing but a hollow, aching echo deep inside
[Verse 2]
The vicar's on the television, he's blessing all the bombs
While the panel on the screen agrees with placid, dull aplomb
They speak of 'national character' with a glint behind the eye
It's the same cold, polite expression they will use the day you die
And you were meant for poetry, for passion and for art
But you traded it all in for a space in the car park
Oh, how could you let them do it? How could you acquiesce?
To a life of beige conformity and measured happiness
[Chorus]
And you'll get your Civic Commendation
For a life of quiet desperation
A handshake and a photograph, a footnote in the press
For never, ever, ever causing any kind of mess
Oh, I'd rather be a vandal, I'd rather be a brute
Than to ever taste the ashes of that sad and muted fruit
Of a life lived by the rulebook, a life I can't abide
With nothing but a hollow, aching echo deep inside
[Bridge]
And I try, you know I try to find a beauty in their plan
To be a "well-adjusted" and a "productive" modern man
But every time I open my mouth, a dreadful truth slips out
And they look at me as if I've grown a second, screaming snout
It was never my intention...
It was never my intention... to be this way...

Your Civic Commendation...

Dakoda Sada - A Civic Commendation

Lass die Musik an

show me (demo)

is this goodbye ?

Bao lâu để thôi mong chờ?

Need Your Love ft. Mikey Indigo

fall for you (prod.  Dan Darmawan)

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
All the way in the past
I failed to raise the phantasm appetite
For the sweet spark specks
left on the pink of the leopard's gums
Here's a name, belongs on a desk
Here's eyes, belong on reruns

I was promised cold laughs and lunch
Victuals preserving the sour strengthening old
Bones found in the concrete, Human? Animal? Dog?
The knowledge for soul soothing succor
Writing messages in the sand dunes for my successor

Lives are made of asking names
Repair the speaking part of me
The jutting gun mount not reeking of gun soil
or anything

Cold highway
Anticipate the vanity
All human efforts have awaiting
Line patterns in the dark, following

Disastrous apparel
Breath through stitching, high nested squirrel
Patient and perceiving
The world's weight on the back of a turtle
I will screen daylight upon awaking
Camera obscura tells the story
that starts me shaking

Devouring roots, tree bark, grass of the plain
Sicken and die rather than surrender to disdain
Conjure the future through an obsidian mirror
See role dwindling down to the secular
Breastbone bears an inscription
indecipherable to the scholars

This fish's flesh will no longer do
No more nights spent in the canoe
Sunlight glints off seiche and capillary
Remission of the correspondent missionary
Grey feels the need to part
inadvertently revealing an ocean of schemes
What foul dust floated in the wake 
of his dreams?
May 28, 2025


Cold Highway

Met Sara by the water and the song just happened — a conversation, a few tears, and the sound of two dreams

What do You Wanna Say

prod. lost

lyrics

I wanted nothing but you girl
I cant do shit correct
Just another throwaway
Basically just the same shit
Dropping every single day

Why cant I just pass away
Stupid fucking girl
Probably planned for this
Praying on my downfall
Already down-falled

I cant fucking breath
To busy fucking downing out
Drowning in the sorrow
I'll do this shit tomorrow

procrastination got me feeling stupid
Dreaming that I see her figure
Hoping that she's still there
Praying that I'm open
Feelings got blocked left me on delivered

God I hate this fucking app
Fuck off with that social life
Why am I so retarded
Tell me she planned for this to happen
Talk to me like I'm stupid
Everything that you see
I can always fucking see

I'm so fucking tired of this
A never ending loop
Still left in shock
From that time she stabbed me
Tell me that you love me
But then you put a curse on me
Talking all that shit behind my back
I don't even bother
Life is filled with sunshine's and rainbows
That's you said to me
But then you fucking left and stabbed me

FUCK

Sometimes I feel awful
But then I just blame others
For all my problems
Maybe it is their fault
I cant even fucking lie
I'm a piece of shit
Don't know how they stand me
I cant even fulfill all my needs
I'm such a fucking pussy
And I cant bother even run away

I cant even run away
I cant even run away
I cant even run away
I cant even run away
I cant even run away
I cant even run away

i cant even run away

notice (Raw)

All IN

Chiều trở về trong tiếc thương (giọng đọc bác Nguyễn Đình Toàn)

okay for now

JohnnyLo is a multifaceted songwriter and recording artist working across rap, hip-hop, R&B, contemporary R&B, country, dancehall, folk rock, and punk rock. Known for delivering industry-ready songs with emotional depth and commercial edge. In addition to his own releases, JohnnyLo writes for established artists and is focused on securing major songwriting placements.


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Feels the waves, feel my pain, may it open your mind

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all cover art done with Adobe illustrator/Substance 3D
patreon link in instagram bio!

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Keeper of codes, turning breath into song




Between the sound of home and the silence of goodbye, these songs remember

Just a 16 year old inspired by the greats, who frequently collaborates...

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Check out my music video for "Not The One" at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TyVVmzJxI0
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WOW! 3,000 followers, many thanks to everyone who listens to my music
and to the brilliant voices of "Fignola Alexandre" , "DivinityinLove" and "Amira" .. 
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So you can now find me on Spotify and a bunch of other services.
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dont expect any of ts to be good i just make it for fun

Gustav Lindsten is a composer and multi-instrumentalist based in Stockholm, Sweden. Having spent most of his musical career as an interdisciplinary artist, Gustav has mainly composed music for the theatre and the stage. 

Through his electronic as well as acoustic works, Gustav explores themes of
nostalgia, introspection and the interpolation between nature and 
technology. Gathering most of his inspiration from the imperfections of lofi-gear, field recordings, modular synthesis and his own background in the contemporary classical music scene in Stockholm.

#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.

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