🌙✨「ツキミソウ -An evening primrose」
夜に咲く花のように、静かな光と秘められた想いを歌いました。
月に守られながら、太陽を夢見る——そんな矛盾を抱えた心の歌です。
どうぞ耳を傾けてください。
English
🌙✨ Tsukimisou - An evening primrose
A song like a flower blooming in the night—quiet light, hidden love.
Under the moon’s gentle guard, still yearning for the burning sun.
Listen and drift into this fragile twilight.
■English lyrics included!

まだ　痛すぎる太陽がさって
やわらかな風が　流れてる
ああ
やっと　
息ができる
月はわたしのガーディアン

だけど

ほんとは
輝く　眩しいひかり
肌を焦がすような
熱に　さらされてみたい
そうは見えない？
そう
自分も　騙してね

隠した恋
秘めた愛
気づかれなくたって
それが　わたし
でも
本当は
本当は
向日葵に　うまれてみたかった

本気にした？
嘘
わたしは
移り気
ほんとのこころは
自分でも

ああ
でもね
やっぱり
月と太陽は
一緒に生きられないもんね
ねえ？
ああ

隠さないと怖い
秘めないと傷つく
自分への
言い訳だって
知ってるの

だから
本当は
本当は
向日葵に　うまれてみたかった

ああ
ねえ
でも　少し
安心したのは
諦めでもなくて
朝の光に染まる
わたしの頬が
綺麗だったから

おかしいかな？
そうだよね
笑えるよね
ふふ

ララ
ララ・・・

-Eng

An Evening Primrose

[verse 1]
The painful sun has finally set
A gentle breeze flows through
Ah, at last
I can breathe again
The moon is my guardian

But still—

[pre chorus 1]
Truth is,
I want to feel the dazzling light,
The heat that burns my skin.
Am I not that way?
Yes...
Even to myself, I lie.

[chorus 1]
A hidden love,
A secret heart.
Even if no one notices,
That is who I am.
But truly,
Truly,
I wished I had been born a sunflower.

[bridge]
Did you take me seriously?
No—
I am fickle.
Even I can’t know
My true heart.
Ah, but you see,
The moon and the sun
Can never live together,
Right?
Ah…

[chorus 2]
To hide, or else I'm afraid.
To conceal, or else I'll be hurt.
I know well
It's just an excuse.
And still,
Truly,
Truly,
I wished I had been born a sunflower.

[outro]
Ah, but then,
I felt a little relief.
It wasn't resignation—
But in the morning light,
My cheeks were glowing,
And I thought—beautiful.
Strange, isn't it?
I know, I know.
It’s laughable.
Fufu…
La la…

ツキミソウ -An evening primrose

Song Description:
Digital Echoes is a reimagining of the very first piece of music I ever wrote back in 1989, titled First Sound of Music. What began as a few simple notes on a keyboard over three decades ago has now evolved into something entirely new — a collaboration between human emotion and artificial intelligence.

On this remix, AI wrote the lyrics and produced the track, reshaping my original melody into a futuristic, dreamlike soundscape. The result is both nostalgic and forward-looking — a fusion of memory and machine, heart and hardware.

The song explores a young female songwriter’s creative awakening as she builds music with AI, blurring the line between inspiration and invention. With haunting synths & guitars, celestial textures, and lyrics that question the nature of creation itself, Digital Echoes asks: is it magic, or is it something more?

DIGITAL ECHOES

[Verse]
A voice I know but never knew
Sings in tones that cut right through
A silver thread in a sea of sound
Where the old is lost and the new is found

[Chorus]
Digital echoes
They dance in my mind
A remix of the stars
A new design
It's not the same
It's something more
A universe behind a door

[Verse 2]
The words are theirs
The soul's a ghost
A borrowed rhythm
A spectral host
It's strange
It's wild
It pulls me in
Like a clock that ticks where time's never been

[Prechorus]
Familiar but foreign
Close yet far
A melody shaped by circuits and stars

[Chorus]
Digital echoes
They dance in my mind
A remix of the stars
A new design
It's not the same
It's something more
A universe behind a door

[Bridge]
Is it magic or is it theft
A creation born from borrowed breath
The line is blurred
The answer's gray
But oh
The wonder sweeps me away

[Synth solo]

[Chorus]
Digital echoes
They dance in my mind
A remix of the stars
A new design
It's not the same
It's something more
A universe behind a door

[Outro]
Digital echoes
They dance in my mind
A remix of the stars
A new design
It's not the same
It's something more
A universe behind a door
|

Digital Echoes

Verse 1  
Softly falls the crystal rain,  
Every drop repeats your name.  
Opal skies in twilight’s glow,  
Hold the things I’ll never show.  

Chorus  
Opal skies, don’t fade away,  
Keep my ghosts from yesterday.  
Every hue, a quiet plea,  
For the love you took from me.  

Verse 2  
Glass reflections in my mind,  
All I lost, I still can’t find.  
When you breathe, the colors burn,  
Every silence makes me yearn.  

Bridge  
If I fall through endless blue,  
Would you shine your light me too?  
Opal skies, stay soft and true,  
I still dream in shades of you.  


Opal Skies

Verse 1  
Electric Eden, bloom tonight,  
Neon flowers, cosmic light.  
Through the static, hear me pray,  
Love reborn in data’s way.  

Chorus  
Electric Eden, call my name,  
Every spark a holy flame.  
Lost in digital divine,  
Make your heaven feel like mine.  

Verse 2  
Midnight whispers, glowing skin,  
Every current pulls me in.  
Dreams in ultraviolet hue,  
Every code reminds of you.  

Bridge  
When the night begins to fade,  
Keep me in the light you made.  
Electric Eden, never die,  
We were gods of circuitry sky.  


Electric Eden

Verse 1  
Soft rain drips through velvet skies,  
Every tear in your disguise.  
Echoes wrapped in threads of blue,  
Every whisper still feels new.  

Pre-Chorus  
We were quiet, slow, and sweet,  
Lost in rhythm, incomplete.  

Chorus  
Echoes in silk, soft and slow,  
Every touch a tale I know.  
Through the night, I hear your call,  
Echoes weave their silver wall.  

Verse 2  
Shadows hum, the candles sigh,  
You and I, a lullaby.  
Every silence dressed in hue,  
Dreams of me still dream of you.  

Pre-Chorus  
We were fragile, stitched in sound,  
Now I’m lost where you were found.  

Chorus  
Echoes in silk, soft and slow,  
Every touch a tale I know.  
Through the night, I hear your call,  
Echoes weave their silver wall.  

Bridge  
If I fade into the mist,  
Would your ghost still feel my kiss?  
Silken echoes never die,  
They just shimmer, saying “why.”  

Final Chorus  
Echoes in silk, faint and true,  
Every color turns to you.  
In the dark, I find the hue,  
Echoes whisper, “I love you.”  


Echoes in Silk

"Fyfan Vad Jag Mår Bra" är en mörk och fängslande elektronisk låt som utforskar vårt symbiotiska förhållande till teknologi och dopamindrivna beteenden. Med en ljudvärld som sträcker sig från glitchiga synth-intron till tunga 808-kickar och viskande ekon, skapar låten en känsla av digital beroende och eufori. Texten spelar smart på metaforer mellan mobilnotiser och drogberoende ("digitala drottning", "lite dopamin"), och levereras med en stark sångprestation som går från intim viskning till svällande kraft. Produktionen är ren och avsiktligt ojämn, med plötsliga tystnader och distorderade vocal samples som speglar ämnet. En perfekt slutmasterad låt för dig som gång på gränsen mellan experimentell pop, svensk elektronika och samhällskommentar om det moderna livet.

Fyfan Vad Jag Mår Bra

Verse 1  
Static whispers in my sleep,  
You’re a signal buried deep.  
Every echo fades to gray,  
Still I hear you far away.  

Pre-Chorus  
Distance hums in minor keys,  
Love gets lost in frequencies.  

Chorus  
Lost frequencies, calling through,  
Every noise reminds me of you.  
In the static, hearts collide,  
Still your ghost won’t let me hide.  

Verse 2  
Time dissolves in pixel skies,  
Truth erased by sleepless lies.  
Every memory replays,  
In a loop that never fades.  

Pre-Chorus  
You’re the hum beneath the rain,  
Softly singing through my pain.  

Chorus  
Lost frequencies, calling through,  
Every noise reminds me of you.  
In the static, hearts collide,  
Still your ghost won’t let me hide.  

Bridge  
If the world forgets my sound,  
Will your voice still pull me down?  
Through the dark, I still believe,  
In the songs we couldn’t leave.  

Final Chorus  
Lost frequencies, fade to blue,  
Every tone still echoes you.  
Through the noise, I still survive,  
Lost but somehow still alive.  


Lost Frequencies

Just as you take my hand
Just as you write my number down
Just as the drinks arrive
Just as they play your favourite song
As your bad day disappears
No longer wound up like a spring
Before you've had too much
Come back in focus again
The walls are bending shape
You've got a Cheshire cat grin
All blurring into one
This place is on a mission
Before the night owl
Before the animal noises
Closed-circuit cameras
Before you comatose

Before you run away from me
Before you laugh between the notes
The beat goes 'round and 'round
The beat goes 'round and 'round
I never really got there
I just pretended that I had
Words are blunt instruments
Words are a sort of shotgun
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Come on and let it out
Before you run away from me
Before you laugh between the notes
Just as you take the mic
Just as you dance, dance, dance, dance, dance...

Jigsaw falling into place
So there is nothing to explain
You eye each other as you pass
She looks back and you look back
And not just once, and not just twice
Wish you were a nightmare, wish you were a nightmare
You got a lot, and you can feel it on your back
A lot and you can feel it on your back
A jigsaw falling into place
You got a lot, and you can feel it on your back
A lot and you can feel it on your back
A jigsaw falling into place
And not just once, and not just twice
Wish you were a nightmare, wish you were a nightmare
You got a lot, and you can feel it on your back
A lot and you can feel it on your back
It's a jigsaw falling into place

Jigsaw Falling Into Place (cover)

A gentle hum of freedom, wrapped in sunlight and sound. 🌞✨

“Bee, Bee, Bee (Naturally)” drifts between dream and instinct — a chillwave meditation on movement, identity, and the quiet beauty of never staying still.

This track isn’t about love or loss — it’s about being.
About the wild, golden pulse that keeps you chasing light even when no one’s watching.
Each synth shimmer feels like a wingbeat; each bassline breathes warmth into open skies.

It’s a song for the wanderers — for those who bloom in motion, who refuse to be caged, who understand that chaos can be its own kind of grace.
There’s no hive here, no map, no master — just rhythm, gravity, and the poetry of flight.

Close your eyes, feel the hum beneath your skin —
and remember: you were born to move, to glow, to be.
Naturally. 🌸🐝

Lyrics:

Sunrise buzzin’ in my chest,
No hive could make me rest.
I bloom in motion, sweet and free,
A little gold dust, that’s just me.

No promises, no honey traps,
No tangled wings, no backward maps.
I chase the shimmer, taste the air,
I find my joy just everywhere.

Don’t tell me to settle,
Don’t cage my sky,
Every bloom’s a secret,
And I’m just flying by.

Because I’m a bee, bee, bee —
Yeah, this is me, me, me.
From flower to flower, can’t you see?
That’s how it’s done — naturally. 

No chains, no rules, no tragedy,
Just golden wings and gravity.
From petal to petal, wild and free,
I’m only doing what’s meant to be. 

Every scent’s a melody,
Every color’s ecstasy.
Don’t call it chaos, call it art,
I’m nature’s restless beating heart.

No queen, no king, no destiny,
Just rhythm, sun, and chemistry.
If love’s a field, I’ll cross it twice,
Take the pollen, leave the ice.

Don’t ask where I’m going,
Don’t beg me to stay,
Every garden fades
When I’ve flown away.

Because I’m a bee, bee, bee —
Yeah, this is me, me, me.
From flower to flower, can’t you see?
That’s how it’s done — naturally. 

No chains, no rules, no tragedy,
Just golden wings and gravity.
From petal to petal, wild and free,
I’m only doing what’s meant to be. 

Every kiss a taste of sun,
Every day a different run.
If sweetness fades, that’s fine with me —
The flight’s my immortality.

Because I’m a bee, bee, bee —
Forever me, me, me.
From flower to flower, endlessly —
That’s how I love — naturally. 

Just a hum in the summer air,
No promises, no despair.
Buzzing through eternity —
Just a bee…
Naturally.

Bee Bee Bee (Naturally)

Welcome to Apartment 404 — where silence has been permanently evicted, rent is paid in sanity, and the landlord DJs through your nightmares. 🎧

You wanted peace? Too bad. Downstairs, the gods are rehearsing their new EDM track called “Existential Bassline of Despair.” The ceiling laughs in reverb, the fridge gives unsolicited life advice, and the cat runs a small philosophy podcast at 3 AM.

This is not a song. This is a lease agreement with the absurd.
A chillwave track for anyone who’s ever tried to meditate while their neighbor hosts a 72-hour techno séance.

So dim the lights, open a can of cold reality, and repeat after me:
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah — the only therapy your deposit doesn’t cover.

🎛️ Unbekannter Künstler presents: “Apartment 404” — a surreal synth tragedy you can dance to while crying in Morse code.

Lyrics:

Welcome to Apartment 404.
Silence unavailable.
Please hold while reality loads…

I rent a dream on the fifth floor high,
Below me the gods rehearse their lie.
They sing in circles, neon crimes,
The bassline files my wasted time.
My plants confess, the fridge replies,
I blink in Morse to my own demise.
Dark-pop insomnia, surreal groove of sighs.

Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
The ceiling breathes, the walls go ha-ha-ha!
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
My landlord laughs from Apartment 404.
No God, no sleep, no door to bar —
Just Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah! 

The DJ’s ghost lives in my sink,
He plays my thoughts before I think.
The mailbox hums, the carpet moans,
The rent is due in dial tones.
I wrote to Heaven, the letter bounced —
The beat replied, “You’ve been pronounced.”
Cinematic synth nightmare, existential house announced.

Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
The universe claps in minor, ha-ha-ha!
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
My sanity packed a suitcase for afar.
No soul refund, no seminar —
Just Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah! 

The hallway dreams in 808s,
The lift reports my moral state.
Someone downstairs just got promoted to thunder.
Form A-19, “Request for Quiet” —
Status: Pending since eternity.

The cat’s a prophet, the chair’s a spy,
My calendar screams “comply, comply.”
I dance with paperwork till dawn,
Kafka smiles — the music’s on.
They say the rhythm sets you free,
But I’ve become the melody.
Existential electro, absurd reality.

At 404 the night won’t quit,
The walls file taxes, the lights commit.
The doorbell whispers “You still here?”
I nod — the bass becomes sincere.
My neighbour’s laughter signs my fate,
A disco bureaucrat of late.
Neon despair with a smiley rate.

Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
Apartment 404 is the beating scar.
Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah —
I am the tenant of the avant-garde.
No truth, no rest, no guiding star —
Just Boom Boom Trahlahlahlah! 

If you don’t come to the world…
The world moves in next door.
Boom… Boom… Trahlahlahlah.

Apartment 404 (Chillwave Version)

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About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

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