A Lo-fi track that feels like staring at the night sky, lost in your own thoughts.
Whether you’re studying, journaling, or just winding down, this one's made to keep you company.

Stargazing

🎧 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

Verse 1:
You liked my post in July
Then faded out without goodbye
Now your name’s a pixel blur
In my memory's cold server

Chorus:
You're a digital ghost in my mind
Left me on read, then left the timeline
No closure, just signs you existed
In messages half-deleted

Verse 2:
We shared playlists, shared our scars
Now you haunt my old bookmarks
No real fights, no real end
Just vanished like a trend

Bridge:
Wish I could ctrl+z
Undo what you meant to me

Final Chorus:
You're a digital ghost I can't block
Still walking in my memory’s dock
Unfollowed but not erased
Still feel your data in empty space

Digital Ghost

"Dead to Me" is my emotional goodbye letter to everyone who ignored me, used me, or made me feel invisible.
It’s not just a song it’s closure.
This is the moment I stopped begging for attention and started choosing myself.

🎙️ Written & performed by Nada Samir
🥀 For the ones who were always “too much”
 or never enough for the wrong people.

💬 Drop a comment if it hit you deep.

dead 2 me

Clownwave for the sleepless. A haze of synths and slow-motion beats float through a neon carnival where everyone’s smiling — mostly because they have to. Painted crowns, cotton candy that tastes suspiciously like battery acid, and laughter echoing just a little too long in the night. It’s dreamy, it’s pretty… and also deeply wrong, but in a way that makes you keep listening.

Lyrics:

Painted skies above the city glow
Red shoes marching, shadows in a row
Laughter echoes, but it feels unkind
Masks of joy, but fear behind

Ha… ha… ha… the crown is painted on
The circus goes on, the night goes on
Smile or disappear into the haze
The world’s a stage in a neon maze 🎶

Whispers vanish in the carousel
Every doubt’s a secret you can’t tell
Cotton candy tastes like rust
Dreams dissolve, but laugh we must

Ha… ha… ha… the crown is painted on
The circus goes on, the night goes on
Smile or disappear into the haze
The world’s a stage in a neon maze 🎶

Falling slow through colors unreal
Every truth just slips, surreal
Echoes fade, but rules remain
Painted joy to hide the pain

Clown nation…
Obey the crown…
The circus goes on…
The night goes on…

Clown Nation

🍂 “Autumn Sky (My Oh My)” drifts like the last warm breath of summer dissolving into cold air. A chillwave dream painted in fading colors, where heavy clouds roll slow and the glow of screens replaces the glow of sun.

Echoes of laughter fade into silence, leaves whisper on the ground, and every note feels like twilight stretching longer than it should.
It’s music for late-night headphones, empty streets, and windows fogged by thought.

Close your eyes and let the autumn sky carry you away — my oh my…

Lyrics:

Autumn sky… my oh my
Autumn sky… my oh my

The nights fall faster, the streets fall quiet
The glow of summer fades, can’t deny it
Clouds roll heavy, drifting slow
A colder rhythm takes control

Autumn sky, my oh my —
Colors fading, shadows sigh
Autumn sky, my oh my —
Warmth is gone, the days run dry 

Curtains drawn, the silence hums
Neighbourhood still, no footsteps come
Leaves like whispers on the ground
Echoes of laughter, lost in sound

Autumn sky, my oh my —
Colors fading, shadows sigh
Autumn sky, my oh my —
Warmth is gone, the days run dry 

Inside the glow of screens I hide
Waiting out the winter tide
Heavy thoughts, a frozen stream
Summer lives only in dreams

Autumn sky, my oh my… (my oh my, my oh my)
Autumn sky, my oh my… (drifting by, drifting by)
Autumn sky, my oh my…
The warmth is gone, the days run dry 

Autumn sky… my oh my…
Autumn sky… my oh my…
Autumn sky… my oh my…

Autumn Sky, My Oh My

Late night honesty poured over ice. This song is about waiting, wanting, and the courage it takes to speak your truth.

Make Your Move Girl

A melancholic lo-fi / emo-pop track about perception, fragility, and the way being seen can change who we are.  
Sad, atmospheric, and intimate — perfect for late-night listening.  

Lyircs: 

you blinked and now i’m somewhere else  
a shadow caught inside your lens  
i used to breathe without a frame  
but now i’m staged for your defense  

what did you see / when you saw me / when you saw me  

your gaze, a scalpel through my skin  
i’m folding in to fit your shape  
you labeled me, then pulled the string  
and now i twitch inside your cage  

don’t call it love / it’s a spotlight  
don’t call it truth / it’s a freeze-frame  

the more you look, the less i stay  
i blur beneath your stare  
observer effect, i'm shifting away  
i was real 'til you cared  


i danced alone in quiet rooms  
and never asked to be perceived  
you framed me in your perfect gloom  
but i’m not art, and not complete  
  
look at me and i dissolve  
touch me and i turn to smoke  
name me and i disappear  
you wanted clarity — i broke  

the more you stare, the more i fade  
my shape slips through your hands  
observer effect, i’m never the same  
you loved what you don’t understand 



observer effect

Somewhere between a melted ice cream on a Split boardwalk and a late-night neon boat party in Dubrovnik, this track happened.
It’s not a song. It’s a 3-minute Adriatic daydream — salt on your skin, warm wind in your hair, and just enough questionable life choices to make it feel like summer forever.

You’ll hear:
🌊 Golden tides kissing velvet nights
💫 Neon waves that breathe when you don’t
💃 Hearts colliding somewhere between “don’t” and “do it”
🚤 And yes, just the right amount of Croatian chaos

Put on your sunglasses, turn the volume up, and let the skyline vibrations do the rest.
Warning: may cause sudden urges to book a one-way ticket to Zadar.

Lyrics:

Golden tides, Adriatic dreams,
Neon waves where the night still breathes,
Drifting slow, salt upon my skin,
Every sound is pulling me in…

Hearts collide — a little temptation,
Lights ignite my fascination,
Lost in time, no hesitation,
Falling deep in Croatian creations…

Croatian creations,
Skyline vibrations,
Hearts in rotation,
Sweet fascination…

Croatian creations,
Endless sensations,
Ocean temptation,
Pure elevation…

Velvet nights, city lights below,
Quiet whispers where the soft winds blow,
Crashing beats under silver skies,
Every breath feels electrified.

Lost in the heat, we move like waves,
Chasing the sound that the ocean plays,
Every step’s a soft temptation…
Every touch — new creation…

Croatian creations,
Skyline vibrations,
Hearts in rotation,
Sweet fascination…

Croatian Creations

Lyrics:

We packed our dreams in a broken car,
Chasing tomorrow, chasing stars,
Maps are torn, but I don’t mind,
The world is ours to redefine.

You said freedom tastes like rain,
And I never felt this way again,
Winds are wild but we won’t hide,
Runaway skies, you by my side.

(Chorus)
Runaway skies, we’re painting blue,
Every horizon belongs to you,
Don’t need a home, just need the ride,
Runaway skies, you and I.

Gasoline hearts, burning fast,
Living today, forget the past,
Every mile is a brand-new song,
In this chaos, we belong.

(Bridge)
Highways whisper, oceans call,
Even if we lose it all,
Love’s the only map we need,
Runaway skies, we’re finally free.

(Chorus Repeat)

Runaway Skies

Hi, thanks for listening.

Every track I make comes from real life, the pain, the joy, the scars, the love.

I sing, I play instruments, and I also use AI as an instrument : shaping every sound until it speaks my truth.

These songs carry my soul. 

I have lived, I have lost, I have risen, and I am still standing.

If my songs speak to you, please like and share them, someone else out there might need the message too.

This is my story. My lyrics. My song.

📧 Email: kingchico1b@gmail.com

🎧 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/3YNC74Hwz6l1bg3ECxpjjx

🎶 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/king-chico-music/1792614087

King Chico

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

不懼風雨
高山立雲端，
風雨任我行，
心火不曾滅。🍃 🗻

Nada Samir is a gifted German singer and songwriter hailing from Frankfurt am Main. Born on June 18th, 1996, she has created a unique sound blending elements of pop, indie pop, and R&B soul. Nurturing her passion for music from a young age, she began writing her own songs at the tender age of 13, and by 16, she was sharing her talent by posting cover songs on YouTube. Her music career took off in February 2020, with the release of her debut single "Your Promise." April 2nd, 2021 marked the release of her critically acclaimed debut album, "Heartbroken." And on January 1st, 2023, she has recently dropped her sophomore album "See You Next Life." Her music is an honest reflection of her feelings and experiences, delving into themes of depression and self-discovery.

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