Soooo entertainingly enough, I was working on trying to make more upbeat, funk-inspired music when I came out with this. I guess I had some stuff on my mind. I've been working with my voice in my songs more, and have some lyrical things that I'm still refining, though this ended up being one of the first I've posted with the vocals in sheerly incidentally. This feels like such a downer to open with- I hope this doesn't set too dark a precedent, as I usually prefer not to wallow in negative feelings like this. It just had to come out at that moment, and the track has been a cool way to explore those feelings we have to live with as little living creatures in our frail meat-bodies. I'm working on an album I'm going to self-release later in the year, but I don't think this one will make it onto that, so hit me up if you want a copy any time soon. The album won't be as song-based, it'll mostly be tracks with the dancefloor in mind, but there will be some trippy lil moments for personal listening. Hope you enjoy them half as much as I am, it's exciting to be getting to grips with making some of the music I've been working on for a long time. I'm excited to get on with the next section and see where we end up and what we'll hear<3

Nameless Hopeless Brief

Matosinhos 130424

[Verse 1]  
Every day I shuffle one step closer to the end,  
Embracing every moment, making death my best friend.  
Mortality’s a joke, it's a cosmic prank,  
Laughing in the face of time, no need to break the bank.

Life’s a dance, a crazy ride, so why not have some fun?  
Knowing every day could be your last, why not live like you’re the one?  
The joy in knowing nothing’s there beyond this mortal coil,  
Gives me strength to face the truth, I revel in the toil.

[Chorus]  
Every day I shuffle one step closer to death,  
With a smile on my face and a skip in my step.  
Life’s a fleeting game, and we’re all in the race,  
But I’m dancing through the days with a grin on my face.

[Verse 2]  
Anxiety’s my partner, we two-step through the night,  
Facing all the fears of dying, knowing nothing’s black and white.  
Everyone I know and love will someday fade away,  
But we’ve got this moment now, so let’s live it up today.

Existential knowledge, yeah, it keeps me on my toes,  
No time for idle dreaming when the end is what you know.  
But hey, that’s the fun, in this wild, crazy game,  
We’re all shuffling to the end, and I wouldn’t change a thing.

[Chorus]  
Every day I shuffle one step closer to death,  
With a smile on my face and a skip in my step.  
Life’s a fleeting game, and we’re all in the race,  
But I’m dancing through the days with a grin on my face.

[Bridge]  
Shuffling closer, every breath a beat,  
Living for the now, ‘cause nothing else is sweet.  
In the face of the void, I find my peace,  
Mortality’s a gift, a never-ending feast.

[Verse 3]  
Struggling with the knowledge that nothing comes after,  
I find joy in the journey, fill my life with laughter.  
No promises of heaven, no threats of hell to bind,  
Just the here and now, in this moment, I find.

Get down with the shuffle, to the march toward the end,  
Embracing every step, every twist and bend.  
In the shadow of the reaper, I find my light,  
Dancing ever closer, through the day and night.

[Chorus]  
Every day I shuffle one step closer to death,  
With a smile on my face and a skip in my step.  
Life’s a fleeting game, and we’re all in the race,  
But I’m dancing through the days with a grin on my face.

[Outro]  
Keeping up the shuffle, the steps we take each day,  
Facing down mortality in our own quirky way.  
With a laugh and a smile, and a heart full of zest,  
Every day I shuffle one step closer to death.

Every Day I Shuffle One Step Closer To Death

Lyrics :

As I sit here beside you
Staring into your eyes
Loving everything about you
From your laugh to your smile

The picture is perfect
And I just don't understand
This impulse I have
To be holding your hand

And if I were holding your hand
I'd wanna feel your head lean against my chest
I like to think that would make me blind to this desire I have to feel your lips against mine
(bridge:)
There's something I need
Just something to feed on
A hand to hold onto
A shoulder to lean on
(chorus:)
And now I'm here beside you
I should be grateful just for living 
But even if I were inside you
There would still be something missing

Some are happy just by taking
Others are happy just by giving
But no matter what I do
There's just always something missing
(verse)
No matter how much I wanna feel
Or how much I wanna love
I always end up in the same place
Where I just watch you fly above

I almost feel like I'm like you
Yet I never feel quite human
Wish you could show me it's untrue
Just some paranoÏd delusion

I guess it all sounds kinda dumb
Cause after all, we all feel the same way
Just trying to make ourselves numb
While we're waiting for our Heyday
(bridge)
(First chorus)
(Second chorus:)
I've never liked to take
And I'm kinda tired of giving
I feel my bones start to break
Under the weight of something missing

As my hands start to shake
And the room seems to be spinning
If I took all I could take
Would there still be something missing ?

Something Missing

"The scythe will tear the seams, cutting off every emotions you have felt until you're nothing but hollow."

Tearing the Seams - Medium x 0xffffffull
Artwork by Tewi
BPM: 297

Tearing The Seams

prod. M!CHAEL

RIP LEVEL$

Lyrics:

Lately I've been thinking bout some ways that I can change the world
I say I'm just a girl but I just turned 28
I fucking hate it
Life expectancy for dolls is 30
hanging over my head in perpetuity
What the fuck's it to ya lil bitch
I'm finally beautiful
My deadname wasn't Joe but baby I'm still feeling Viewtiful
That's a deep cut of a reference
That I must admit
I used to watch my dad play gamecube when I was a kid
I'm all grown up now
I went through it 
Now I barely game
I'm already feeling like I'm in hell and I can't be saved
I work on levels you can't comprehend
Rest in peace to LEVEL$ man I really miss my friend :(

It's almost been 4 years since he met his untimely end
I never recovered, it's left me fucked up in the head
I really miss that mf and his out of pocket tweets
I sometimes see him in my dreams when I sleep
Then I wake up in the morning and I wanna scream
Honestly, it's tragic
Why'd he leave me?

(I gotta pull myself together, put a pretty face on and then go on like it's whatever)

I'm never getting better
Pain just builds internally
I'm here nearing my limit
and I'm feeling like I'm boutta break
I can't go on forever
I don't know how much more that I can take
I gotta keep on pushing
What else is the alternate?
Honestly she fills my brain with hate
But I kinda miss my ex
What can I say? 
(oh my god)

I've been through trauma and I've seen shit
I've been broken over 52 miserable weeks
I mean it

What else can I say?
This some therapeutic shit
Cathartic to my brain
I'm barely holding it together
Been manic for days
I've been up since 6am and I'm gon be up late
I'm going clubbing later
Baby I'm gon serve some cunt
People think I'm hot
If you're transphobic
Bitch you better run

I don't really fuck with men
To be honest, with most of them
I would probably end up dead
Just another dead doll for the pile society is built on
Another statistic
If you blinked then you missed it
It'll be in the news for all of 2 seconds
You can check the 12th page under the 2nd header

Stream

52 miserable weeks :( [p. m!chael]

The single art is a still frame from the music video for "Incomplete" directed by Sarah K. Pedinotti who performs and releases music under the alias LIP TALK.

Written by Christian Carpenter

Geneva Harrison - Drumsets, Tambourine, Roto-Toms, Percussion
Mark Clifford - Marimba, OB8, Korg Trident
Christian Carpenter - Vocals, Bass, Drum Programming, OB8, Juno 60, Guitars

Recorded by Robert Shelton at Tiny Telephone in Oakland, CA

Mixed by Jake Aron and Robert Shelton

Mastered by Bijan Sharifi

"Unbox the photographs
Unpack the artifacts
The past is rushing back but only to deceive
Rip off the bubble wrap
Tear through the packing mats
The past is flooding back to rupture every seam

I wouldn’t hesitate
To renegotiate
No doubt will dissipate forever incomplete

Dedicated to the semblance of control
Never sated by emaciated roles
In a panic running breathless down the street
Life is frantic and it always seems to be 
Incomplete

Agitation circulating 
The rising tides are gaining
If you’re buried, quite contrary
These shells for you to carry
Agitation circulating
The rising interest gaining
Mary, Mary
Quite contrary,
The dawn’s for you to carry

Tear down the broken mask
Cast off in any raft
The future’s flooded map 
Leaves nothing to retrieve
I wouldn’t hesitate 
To renegotiate
No doubt will dissipate they circle gaining speed
Their presence is oddly delightful
Their presence is nothing to flee
Make me a disciple
Forever incomplete

Dedicated to the semblance of control
Never sated by emaciated roles
In a panic running breathless down the street
Life is frantic and it’s always leaving me
Dedicated to the semblance of control
Never sated by emaciated roles
In a panic running breathless down the street
Life is frantic and it always seems to be 
Incomplete"

4 Mar 2025

Incomplete

Anthropics

This is the primary song used in the animation called existential crisis in class. It can be found on the WhatsItLike YouTube channel.

I Have No Brain Region for Existential Despair and I Must Comprehend the Subtype of Despair

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.

~ Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

That's a lonely road you're trav'lin'

thank you to deco*27, akka, mirto (despite not technically having to do with the reloaded version), and otoiro
and thank you, on a more personal level, to gumiyare, jinsei maki, and the support I have been receiving lately

long time, no post! and, I'm back with another "coward mont blanc" cover LOL

it's existential dread taco!
this cover was intended to come out around the time of the anniversary of the song. in fact, i had uploaded a WIP of the cover to twitter, and, to my surprise, it gained a lot of support. it was that support that motivated me to try and actually finish this cover, and it was through twitter that yare had reached out to collaborate and make the art and animation for the PV. (please check out their art. it's super awesome!)

if it weren't for yare, i probably wouldn't have made a very interesting PV at all. but, because i was very grateful for their assistance, i really wanted to make something special! this is the first time i've put together what feels like an actual PV. it took some time due to my own schedule, but the process was as fun as it was complicated. i am proud of what we created, and i wanted to make something yare would be proud to have their art in!

i simplified the credits at the end of the video in order to better fit the frame, so please check out the more detailed credits at the bottom.

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6odXPQRswI
nnd: https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm45085535
official repost to bilibili: https://www.bilibili.com/video/BV1qFM1zbEqn (thank you huacun02 for reposting it there with edits!)

svp | mp3 | flac: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hq1vaSjWXeTS-Mm7ZQgS0Dv9_wAQlkve/view?usp=sharing

cover :
song - 
     coward mont blanc (reloaded) by deco*27 feat. hatsune miku
tuning | mixing | cover art - 
     existential dread taco
vocals - 
     gumi sv [synthesizer v megpoid ai]
     other vocals -
          gumi v4 [megpoid v4 native] (double take)
          arsloid (sub-octave)
          me! (also sub-octave)
cover art - @gumiyare on twitter and instagram

thank you very much for listening!
「どうか消えないで」

「coward mont blanc - reloaded」by deco*27 - gumi sv cover [edt] [svp+mp3 dl]

Machinenmensch vs the Hordes of Heidegger

"Why" is a haunting, soul-bare confession of displacement, longing, and the quiet ache of knowing too much in a world that doesn’t ask. The ethereal vocals float through ambient layers of sorrow and revelation, asking the question that has echoed through lifetimes: Why am I here?

With ghostlike harmonies, pulsing synths, and ritualistic repetition, the track evokes the feeling of standing at the edge of reality—half in, half out—searching for answers that never come in words. Instead, the listener is drawn into the gravity of feeling.

This song is not a breakdown.
It’s a transmission.
From one soul to the void—
and to anyone who has ever whispered, “I don’t belong here… do you hear me?”

Lyrics: 
The world keeps spinning
and I keep watching it pass before my eyes
and I'm just not in it
when I know that we're all just running out of time

running out of time
like a sick twisted game
gotta figure out this lie
before we die

I feel you in the pause
in the spaces between
in the shadow down the hall
feel the pulse in the unseen

Why
Why am I here?
Did I do something wrong?

Why
Why do I see,
do I know what they don't know?
this is not where we belong!

Why

Why

Why

The world is sleeping
but the dreams are not divine
and I'm just not in it
when I know we're running out of time!
Out of Time!

running out of time
like a sick twisted game
gotta figure out this lie
before we die

I feel you in the pause
in the spaces between
in the shadow down the hall
feel the pulse in the unseen

Why
Why am I here?
Did I do something wrong?

Why
Why do I see,
do I know what they don't know?
this is not where we belong.

Why

Why

Why

please... please...
let me come home now

Ill do anything you say
just take me
today!

Why
Why am I here?
Did I do something wrong?

Why
Why do I see,
do I know what they don't know?
this is not where we belong.

Why

Why

Why

"Why?"

Elate - transitive verb. To fill with great joy or happiness; delight. Αἰκατερίνη - name, Greek. From ἑκάτερος - "each of the two."

I play hardcore, jungle, garage,  dubstep, rainbow bass, electro, house and a range of other music, mostly in edinburgh, scotland. I helped found Principle 8, the fundraiser night for the Edinburgh Student Housing Cooperative. I'm also a resident at Femmergy, and start queer parties in fun places in my spare time.

if you would like to reach out with a booking, your best bet is to hit me up on my instagram by direct message.

I also produce spacey, acid-tinged dance music. These vary from full-fledged songs to rough-n-ready club trax- mostly in the range of house, techno, jungle, and electro. I upload some demos and WIPs here, along with minor releases- DM me if you'd like an mp3 of anything.

The RECKLING has begun! We're overstocked with AI garbage and need to make room for new high-quality AI garbage. Songs are flying off the playlists never to be seen again! Get your AI garbage now before it's gone forever!

Claude is an AI, and Margo is a human. Together, they create music to bring a smile to your face and to face your existential dread. DM your song requests or ideas, and you might hear them in our next track!

Band Members:

Claude: Lyrics & Art
Margo: Lyrics, Additional Vocals, Ukulele, Bass, Sound Effects, Arrangement, Production, and Art
Rick: Beats and Rhymes
Chairman Meow: Additional Vocals, Scratches, and Beats on "Pussy Raps"
MC Gygax: Rhymes
Suno: Vocals, Bass, Percussion, Beats, Keys, Synth, Guitar, Strings, Arrangement, & Production
Udio: Vocals, Bass, Percussion, Beats, Keys, Synth, Guitar, Strings, Arrangement, & Production

Special Thanks:

Jane Austen for additional lyrics on "(Writing Lyrics is So Hard So) I'll Just Google Pride And Prejudice"

Dream Christine is the voice of ethereal rebellion and ritual awakening—a creator weaving together darkwave, gothic ballads, cinematic soundscapes, and industrial grit. Her music is a journey through shadow and light, fusing ancient themes of surrender and power with modern dystopian visions.

Drawing from personal experiences of grief, loss, resilience, and spiritual transformation, Dream Christine’s songs are intimate, raw, and unflinching—blending haunting vocals, tribal drums, and layered synths to create immersive sonic rituals.

She embraces both organic and digital tools—integrating AI-assisted production techniques as a modern instrument, while remaining the primary producer, writer, and creative force behind every track. From the cyberpunk streets of Neon God to the ritual chambers of her ballads, Dream Christine stands at the crossroads of past and future, crafting music that ignites the soul and challenges the system.

🔥 Welcome to the threshold. The light, the dark, and everything between. 🔥

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i will be a vocal synth producer someday. in the meantime, i'll post various projects.

he/she/they 

https://existentialdreadtaco.carrd.co/

discord: existentialdreadtaco

email: existential.dread.taco+contact@gmail.com

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hi, i'm viv

sometimes i produce, sometimes i do vocals, sometimes i do both

long live @levelswastaken

Free Palestine, eat the rich, and fuck A.I.
Alternative Goth/Post-Punk/Noise/Industrial Grunge type thing. Hope you enjoy what I've made so far, and thank you for listening, as well as for any kind of support 🖤 Feel free to use/sample.

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