Not noise, but the unnoticed. The sound of simply being.

Trees Rustling in the Wind

MRT Jingle

Knuckles Cracking

Windchime

Coins & Keys Jangling

Interlude

"Riffs of Boredom v1"
A relaxed blend of dreamy beats and smooth instrumental flow, "Riffs of Boredom v1" captures a moment of introspection, where simplicity meets depth. Crafted to evoke feelings of calm and thoughtfulness, this track paints a mood that fits perfectly with a quiet evening or a moment of reflection. Its minimalistic approach to sound lets the listener unwind and lose themselves in a subtle rhythm of acoustic loops, creating a soundscape that's both familiar and unique.

Riffs of Boredom (v1)

She got off in Memphis, he kept going to L.A.
Didn’t notice she was gone ‘til almost Santa Fe
Too late to go back for her, oh well, another one gets away.
He put on his pants each morning one leg at a time.
She took hers off every evening, which he found sublime.
Every day the same thing, but then hey, repetition’s not a crime.

What’s the point in keeping on? Why not call it quits?
It’s clear the pieces are all there, but none of them still fit.
No, it isn’t rocket science, but random it is not.
All the things that first attracted them were gone - guess they both forgot.

He collected sports cars, kept ‘em shiny, no more rust.
Hers was less inspiring - she collected dust.
Every day the same thing, but then hey, who you gonna trust?

He assumed she loved him ‘cause he gave her fancy things.
She assumed he hated her, that’s just the way she swings.
Doesn’t look too good right now, oh well, we’ll see what it brings.
It’s too bad, you know, for when you think what might have been.
If he only cared enough - if she learned the spin.
Every day the same thing, but then hey, neither one of them will win.

What’s the point in keeping on? Why not call it quits?
It’s clear the pieces are all there, but none of them still fit.
No, it isn’t rocket science, but random it is not.
All the things that first attracted them were gone - guess they both forgot.



Every Day the Same

The Hours Win blends understated indie rock with lyrical resignation. Driven by steady drums, clean guitars, and softly layered vocals, the song captures the numb ache of monotony and the quiet surrender to passing time. Intimate yet expansive, it drifts through the spaces between frustration and acceptance, offering a subtle anthem for the quietly stuck.

The Hours Win

bored riffing turned house gone sexual

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

A human who only likes anime, music, and nature (or maybe only the sky) and who is not good at communication. It's fine, I guess?

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