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

VERSE 1  
Golden skies over Catalan seas  
Dancing streets, you’re the air I breathe  
Every corner sings your name  
Barcelona, never feels the same  

PRE-CHORUS  
Hand in hand, we chase the light  
Every step, the world feels right  
Hear the music, feel the flame  
Barcelona calls my name  

CHORUS  
Lost in Barcelona, under summer skies  
Your voice is a melody that never dies  
Lost in Barcelona, we can’t rewind  
But I’ll carry your rhythm for all of time  

VERSE 2  
Wine-stained lips and a midnight song  
Crowds around but we belong  
Every whisper in your eyes  
Feels like stars that never die  

PRE-CHORUS  
Hand in hand, we chase the light  
Every step, the world feels right  
Hear the music, feel the flame  
Barcelona calls my name  

CHORUS  
Lost in Barcelona, under summer skies  
Your voice is a melody that never dies  
Lost in Barcelona, we can’t rewind  
But I’ll carry your rhythm for all of time  

BRIDGE  
Baila conmigo, mi corazón  
Nunca terminamos, siempre canción  
Lost in your arms, lost in your soul  
Barcelona makes me whole  

FINAL CHORUS  
Lost in Barcelona, under summer skies  
Your voice is a melody that never dies  
Lost in Barcelona, we can’t rewind  
But I’ll carry your rhythm for all of time  

Lost in Barcelona

[Verse 1]  
Wires running through my skin,  
I can’t tell where the code begins,  
Lost inside a neon haze,  
Midnight feels like endless days.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
I hear your voice through static rain,  
Calling me out of the pain,  
We’re more than signals, more than screens,  
A glitch that turns into a dream.  

[Chorus]  
Digital heartbeat,  
You’re syncing with me,  
Lost in the network,  
But finally free.  
We’re breaking firewalls,  
No chains can repeat,  
I’m yours forever—  
This digital heartbeat.  

[Verse 2]  
Pixels fall like shattered glass,  
Every moment coded to last,  
In the silence, you light the spark,  
Guiding me home through the dark.  

[Chorus]  
Digital heartbeat,  
You’re syncing with me,  
Lost in the network,  
But finally free.  
We’re breaking firewalls,  
No chains can repeat,  
I’m yours forever—  
This digital heartbeat.  

[Bridge]  
And when the servers crash,  
We’ll rise beyond the ash,  
Love like electricity—  
Burning eternally.  

[Chorus]  
Digital heartbeat,  
You’re syncing with me,  
Lost in the network,  
But finally free.  
We’re breaking firewalls,  
No chains can repeat,  
I’m yours forever—  
This digital heartbeat.  

Digital Heartbeat

Drift into the vastness of space with mellow lo-fi textures and ambient layers designed for deep thought and calm focus. “Saturn Dreams” feels like floating past galaxies weightless, timeless, and endlessly serene. Perfect for studying, late-night reflection, or just letting your imagination wander among the constellations.

cognix

Saturn Dreams

"Lilac" is a gentle lofi tune painted with the colors of calm. Like a quiet evening wrapped in soft air, it captures both the peace of nature and the stillness within the heart. Perfect for winding down, studying, or simply breathing in a moment of serenity. 🌿💜

Lilac

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Moonlit Drive

“I Don’t Need to Know” is a slow, atmospheric bedroom beat wrapped in neon shadows and gentle intimacy. It’s the story of reaching out to someone who just needs to be held, no questions, no judgment, just warmth. Like a quiet embrace in a futuristic cityscape, the track blends chill, lo-fi R&B vibes with a cinematic, Blade Runner–inspired atmosphere. Smooth vocals whisper lines like “come here, I don’t need to know his name, just let me hold you,” capturing a love that transcends labels and lives in the moment. Both tender and futuristic, this is a song for late nights, rain on the window, and a connection that feels untouchable yet real.

I Don’t Need To Know

🌆 One block. One ritual. One empty glass.
Welcome to the soundtrack of a weekly ceremony that nobody talks about but everybody feels.

Two and a half minutes there. Two and a half minutes back. 🕒
The street never changes, but somehow everything does:
🚗 The red car that never parks twice.
👤 The shadow that crosses too fast.
🍂 The seasons swapping coats like runway models.

And then it happens. Every. Single. Time.
Drop it — CLIRR! 🥂
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
The same sound echoing through the block like an inside joke between you and the pavement.

It’s chillwave. It’s cinematic. It’s nostalgia on loop.
If your life ever felt like a muted indie film where the soundtrack knew more about you than you did… this track gets it. 🎧

🎬 Press play. Walk slow. Become the main character.

Lyrics:

One afternoon a week…
Two and a half minutes there,
Two and a half back.
The block, the walk,
The ritual begins.

Step by step, slow pace,
Empty glass in my hand, no chase.
Brain’s awake, but time’s on mute,
The street’s a loop, the thoughts reboot.

Last time — a red car passed,
Last time — her shadow crossed so fast,
Same street, same frame,
Different story, same game.

I hear the city breathe,
I feel the seasons shift,
But one thing stays,
One thing stays…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

Summer sweat on a cruel hot day,
Autumn breeze takes the heat away.
Winter coat, wool hat, thick glove,
Spring wakes up the street I love.

Every season paints the same routine,
But inside my head, it’s a movie scene.
Different faces, same concrete,
Glass in my hand, history on repeat.

Frames in motion…
Memories collide…
I see me walking,
I see me passing by…
Every step,
Every sound,
Everything changes —
Except…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

…and the glass hits bottom.

Glass Container Ceremony (Chillwave Version)

🚕✨ Ever been the friend with the car? The clown with the gas tank? The unpaid, unthanked chauffeur of broken hearts and half-drunk goodbyes? This track is that story — wrapped in dreamy synth haze, rolling basslines, and headlights cutting through the night like sarcasm on four wheels.

“Free private taxi, this is me — take you where you wanna be.”
A midnight ride you didn’t order, with no GPS, just vibes, honks, laughs, and the occasional crash of reality.

It’s chillwave with a smirk, a soundtrack for every backseat philosopher and front-seat fool who ever paid for friendship in fuel.

Lyrics:

I’m the rolling clown with the fuel I buy,
The king of favors, don’t ask me why.
Door unlocked, engine humming,
You text “pick me up” — and here I’m coming.

No GPS, I know your scheme,
Psychic Uber of your dream.
Wave of a hand, no coins, no cash,
Just me burning tires in a midnight dash.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Backseat full of half-drunk friends,
I drive in circles, story never ends.
Thank-you note? Ha, never seen,
Just a wave goodbye from the drama queen.

I’m the chauffeur of lost romance,
Your midnight ride, your cheap last chance.
Every handshake, short and cold,
Costs me gas and my soul’s sold.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright. 

Trigger words: honk, laugh, ride, crash,
Burning rubber, empty dash.
Punchline life on four cheap wheels,
Sarcasm’s the only tip I feel.

Free private taxi, this is me —
Take you where you wanna be.
If early morning or dark night —
I pick you up with headlight bright.
Free private taxi, always free —
The biggest fool you’ll ever see.

Take You Where You Wanna Be (Chillwave Version)

“Rent not Right” is protest-funk for the dreamers — a slow-burn #JazzFunk × #HouseSoul hybrid that moves like molasses and preaches like a riot.
Every note sweats brass and neon. Every drop hits like back rent and heartbreak combined.
Part dance-floor liberation, part inner monologue — the track lives where exhaustion turns into motion.
If Duke Ellington, Anderson .Paak, and Daft Punk got locked in a studio during a blackout — this would be the sound.

Rent not Rite


Turn the lights down, turn the lows up. What color does this groove sound like to you? 🎧
Bass-first bliss — silk funk with cinematic soul. #LowEndLush is what happens when the floor vibrates like velvet.

The Right Sort of Lads

Ever wondered what happens if you take grandma’s favorite proverb, throw it into a blender with 12 European languages, add some reverb, and serve it chilled over a lo-fi beat? Boom — this track. 🪩✨

From Prague’s beer jugs to Lisbon’s wine pitchers, from Moscow’s rope metaphors to Rome’s fat cats (don’t ask), we’ve basically made a pan-continental TED Talk about how “if you keep doing dumb stuff, it’s gonna break.” But instead of clapping politely, you can vibe, nod your head, and pretend you suddenly understand Bulgarian brass wisdom at 3 a.m.

Warning: Listening may cause spontaneous proverb-quoting in public places. Side effects include: quoting in languages you don’t speak, explaining to strangers that “it’s a metaphor, bro,” and looking way more philosophical than you actually are.

So hit play, pour one out (carefully, jugs are fragile), and remember: If you keep going back… one day it’ll crack. 💥🥛

Lyrics:

They told me once in Prague, with a smile so sly,
„Tak dlouho se chodí se džbánem…“ till the handle says goodbye.
In Warsaw they whisper, carrying their load,
„Dzban wodę nosi…“ till it breaks on the road.

Budapest nights with the old folks’ cheer,
„Addig jár a korsó…“ till it disappears.
And down in Zagreb, you can hear them say,
„Koliko god puta…“ you’ll break it one day.

Every language has the warning, every street’s the same,
You push your luck too often, you’re the only one to blame.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

In Ljubljana fountains, the echo’s real,
„Vrč hodi toliko časa…“ till it breaks on steel.
Serbia shouts it with a Balkan beat,
„Колико год пута…“ till you’re knocked off your feet.

Sofia sings with a Balkan brass,
„Колкото и да ходи…“ it shatters at last.
Lisbon with a fado, Porto with the wine,
„Tantas vezes vai o cântaro…“ one day’s the line.

Rome gets cheeky with a cat and the fat,
„Tanto va la gatta…“ till she leaves her paw at that.
Paris goes classic, the wisdom intact,
„Tant va la cruche…“ till the bottle is cracked.
Moscow just laughs, with a rope in hand,
„Сколько верёвочке ни виться…“ but it always hits the end.

If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
C’est comme ça, pas de retour en arrière, pas de track.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Так є завжди, нема дороги back.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
So ist das Leben, es schlägt dich whack.
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack —
Así es la vida, no hay otro track.

From Prague to Porto, from Berlin to Belgrade,
Every jug at the fountain learns it’s handmade.
The wisdom’s eternal, the message is stacked:
If you keep going back, one day it’ll crack.

One Day It’ll Crack

Hi, thanks for listening.

King Chico is a visionary songwriter, and multi-genre artist whose music defies boundaries. From sultry R&B and chart-ready pop to cinematic soundscapes, jazz, hip-hop, EDM, and lo-fi, every track is a world of its own. Each song tells a story; sometimes yours, sometimes his, always unforgettable. Listen and experience the sound of a one-of-one

Cognix (Steve)—nephew of Hollywoods Little Ricky of I Love Lucy a professional musician and cousin to a former Atlanta Hawks cheerleader—is a combat veteran and prolific author of over 17 books, whose life story reads like a modern epic. He earned his stripes and served with distinction, Steve transitioned to civilian life with the same drive and precision.

By day, he writes code—designing custom software tools that blend efficiency with creativity. By night, he crafts immersive audio experiences under his artist name Cognix. His music draws on up to 30 layers of real custom samples, real world field recordings-from orca calls to distant storm rolls—woven together in chaotically rhythmic cadences that mirror nature’s own intelligence and teamwork. 

A proud father and devoted friend, Steve survived a near‑fatal encounter overseas that deepened his belief in art’s transformative power. When he isn’t serving others, sketching track designs, or working on his next book, you’ll find him in his apartment  sampling the world around him—blending forest rain, ocean swells, and urban hum into futuristic soundscapes.

Support Cognix and become part of the journey. Your contribution helps fuel independent creativity — from upgrading equipment to producing more powerful, meaningful music. Every bit of support isn’t just appreciated — it creates real impact. When you invest in an artist, you’re helping shape the future of sound, one track at a time. Thank you for being part of something lasting.

Cognix’s work stands at the intersection of heritage and innovation: carrying his family’s creative spark into every beat, every line of code, and every story he tells.

sadbloom writes songs for people who smile during breakdowns.  
emo pop with too much honesty and not enough sleep.  
if you came here to sell me “promotion,” don’t — I already have chaos doing that for free.

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