A song about the push and pull of unspoken attraction, the uncertainty of waiting for someone to see you the way you see them. It's a snapshot of that moment when everything could change.

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Credits:
Written & Produced by Josef Scott
Mixed by Steven Melville
Mastered by William Bowden
Artwork by Josef Scott
Press Photos by Ben Weingart

Picture Me

Waiting where the hours hum slow,
Dust in the sun, the soft breezes blow,
Industrial dreams behind the track,
Family gardens smiling back.
A calm world stitched in quiet grace,
Until a thunder train finds this place.
Round the block, then time to go,
Find the platform, let it flow.

A seat by the window, heart open wide,
Out of the town where the wild dreams ride,
Flat fields whisper, skies stretch free,
Life’s quiet riddles speaking to me...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

A station stands with no soul in sight,
Fields for oceans, trees in flight.
A garden blooms where rails collide,
A lonely house where secrets hide.
No cars, no paths, no busy calls,
Just ploughlands and the sparrows' falls.
Why was it built, who calls this home?
A riddle set in grassy loam.

I lean on wonder, let it be,
Not all knots are meant to free,
Caesarius, in cloistered glow,
Knew there are things we’ll never know...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

Underneath these endless skies,
Some truths must stay in their disguise.
Not every why has a reply,
Not every dream will touch the sky.
So I ride, and I let go,
Dance with the questions I’ll never know...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

Bus Trip into Mystery

He filled the form in blue and neat,
Declared his love in twelve-point sheet.
Box 5: “Are feelings genuine?”
He answered, “Once. In 2010.”
A passport photo, slightly sad,
Was glued on backwards by his dad.
They asked for proof he’d kissed before —
He sent a screenshot. Nothing more.

A smirkless clerk with trembling jaw
Said: “Section 9? Emotional flaw.”
He sighed, rewrote his dating past —
But autocorrect turned “lust” to “last.”
“Return with joy,” the note had read —
He brought a dog meme in its stead.

Application for Love 
Filed with care and mild caffeine.
Declared I once had butterflies —
They’re gone now. Ate them with some fries.
Application for Love (Form B-13),
I clicked ‘submit’ — it stayed unseen.
They said I failed the hugging test —
My arms were tense. I did my best. 🎵

They asked for tears in ink or pen,
He mailed a note: “I cried back then.”
They sent it back with sticky note:
“Tears must be recent, fresh, and float.”
His neighbor said: “Just fake some joy.”
So he applied with a dancing toy.
The rubber stamp said: “Seems unstable.”
They filed his heart beneath the table.

A pigeon came with Form C-3:
“Do you deserve affinity?”
He checked “Unsure,” then changed his mind —
Then spilled his tea on “Love Declined.”

Application for Love 
They asked for dreams, I sent a meme.
I brought my hope in bubble wrap —
They burst it. Said: “Too much gap.”
Application for Love (Form B-13),
It jammed the state machine.
Now all my mail is marked “Too late” —
They’ve outsourced love to Section 8. 🎵

Final line reads:
“Love is postponed.
Your file is safe.
In storage.
Zone: Unknown.”

Application for Love (Deep House Version)

🎸 “On-Off Fun” – the Ghosting National Anthem You Didn’t Know You Needed
(Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk)

Ever dated a glitch in the matrix with a cat, a dream, and a Wi-Fi connection stronger than her commitment? Welcome to “On-Off Fun”, a jangly heartbreak banger for anyone who's ever tried to date a browser tab.

📱 She typed, she vanished, she reappeared with vegan lasagna updates.
🪦 You hoped, you cried, you rewrote your playlist in lowercase.

This track is your soundtrack for:
– Staring at read receipts like they’re sacred runes
– Getting emotionally attached to a pixelated "hey"
– Dancing ironically in the shower while muttering “I just need some space” like it’s your mantra

🧵 What to expect:
– Guitars as crisp as that first “hey” in spring
– A bassline that sounds like self-doubt on loop
– Lyrics stitched with sarcasm, longing, and mild digital haunting

💌 Perfect for:
– Fans of The Smiths, The Strokes, and unanswered texts
– Anyone who ever waited too long for “just one more message”
– Trees. Idiot trees. You’ll get it.

Lyrics:

She said you're the best I've ever known
With that soft voice over the phone
Then silence fell like winter rain
A month went by, no word, no name
Then she whispers through a pixel screen
Sorry, I just need some space, I mean
But space was all she ever gave
And I'm just dancing on my grave

Her shadow in my message queue
Typing gone, what else is new
Each hi becomes a phantom limb
Each bye a hymn that's wearing thin

On-off fun, just arrived and already gone
She lingers like a fading name
Just hovering in the door frame
A stupid game starts getting lame
Heart's on hold, I'm not the same

She came back like a summer storm
Pouring stories hot and warm
About her cat, her dream, her job
Then vanished with a quiet sob
A ghost with Wi-Fi, that's her style
She drains my hope, refills a file
Of maybe next time, let's just see
But she's not talking honestly

Read receipts like Morse code pain
A broken dance, a looped refrain
I try to care, I try to flee
But still I wait like an idiot tree

On-off fun, just arrived and already gone
She lingers like a fading name
Just hovering in the door frame
A stupid game starts getting lame
Heart's on hold, I'm not the same

I didn't mean to hurt you
She says in May, but never stays
It's just a lot
Then walks away

On-off fun, just arrived and already gone
She lingers like a fading name
Just hovering in the door frame
A stupid game starts getting lame
Still I wait, still I remain

On Off (Pop Version)

Shut Up, Superstar" is a dark, sarcastic emo trap anthem for anyone who's tired of fake deep talkers, wannabe geniuses, and ego-driven drama kings. With distorted bass, moody beats, and unapologetically bold lyrics, this track flips the script and takes no prisoners.

🔥 Loud. Honest. Unfiltered.
For the ones who’ve been underestimated, mocked, or talked down to – this is your revenge song.

Parental Advisory: Explicit Content.

Style is inspried by @lil_peep

shut up superstar

🌊 Ocean’s – A Journey Through Sound and Emotion 🌊
Ocean’s is a soulful blend of Alternative Rock, Indie Pop, and heartfelt melodies that pulls you in like the tide. This track explores the feeling of being lost in deep emotions, searching for peace, and finding beauty in the chaos. With soaring vocals, rich instrumentals, and lyrics that hit home, Ocean’s is a wave you’ll want to ride again and again.

🎧 Hit play, dive deep, and let the music take you away.
🔥 Follow for more powerful sounds!

#Oceans #AlternativeRock #IndiePop #PopRock #NewMusic #EmotionalSongs



Ocean's

Step inside Sweet Mama’s House — a song that feels like Sunday supper, front porch laughter, and the kind of love you never forget. Blending country soul with a touch of indie pop charm, this track is a heartfelt story about the comfort of home, the smell of biscuits in the oven, and the sweet memories that stay with you long after you’ve gone. It’s about family, roots, and the place where your heart always finds its way back.

If you’ve ever had a place that felt like pure love — this one’s for you.

SWEET MAMA'S HOUSE

👂💧 Somewhere in the same city lives the guy with the big ears — arrogant, manipulative, a human word-pretzel machine who feeds on your trust like it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet. Not far away lives the guy with the big tears — an emotional waterfall in sneakers, hugging everyone’s pain like it’s his full-time job.

This track is their soundtrack.
One twists, one weeps.
One builds walls, one breaks hearts.
Both deserve their own Netflix series, but instead they ended up in my jangle-pop / indie-rock fever dream.

Turn it up loud, cry a little, laugh a little, and remember:
👉 The guy with the big ears is not like the guy with the big tears.

Lyrics:

The guy with the big ears,
he twists your words, he twists your fears.
He takes your trust, he breaks it down,
he wears a smile but it’s a crown.

And the guy with the big tears,
he cries for love, he cries for years.
He carries hearts, he carries pain,
he gives it all and gets no gain.

The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…
The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…

Oh — pain in my heart, oh — tears never stop,
cry for the broken, cry till we drop.
The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…

The guy with the big ears,
he never bleeds, he never hears.
He builds his walls, he hides his face,
he leaves behind an empty place.

But the guy with the big tears,
he’s love and loss, he’s hope and fears.
He holds your hand, he feels your night,
he breaks in dark, but he burns in light.

The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…
The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…

Always alone, forever in fear,
crying for love, crying right here.
The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…

Tears… tears… tears…
Hearts… hearts… broken hearts…
The guy with the big ears,
is not like the guy with the big tears…

The guy with the big ears

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!

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.

josef (with an f).
Every word, every sound, by me.
NZ Bred - NYC Based.

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