There’s a coastline stitched in whisper-thread,
Where brackish reeds make up the dead.
The gulls all scream in cursive flight,
Their wings inscribe the failing light—
And silence nests where prayers once bled.

There’s a dock drowned under silt and bone,
A mastless ship that forever sails alone.
Its hull is lined with lovers' oaths,
Its anchor snagged in wedding clothes—
No compass left to point or guide you home.

The tide forgets your name,
The wind erases maps.
We rose once, high and wild—
Now drift where time collapse.
The stars have turned their backs,
The lanterns lost their flame.
Come and see. Come and see.
No one ever leaves the same.

In lowland hollows, warm and deep,
A cradle rocks a child to sleep.
The mother’s teeth are sharp as grief,
She sings beneath the coral reef—
Her lullaby a vow to keep.

I wandered past the old salt mill,
And met a girl so strange and still.
She wore no name, just storm for eyes—
I spoke of gold, she spoke of lies.
She said, “You’ll never leave this hill.”

No silver coins, no bloodied blade,
Could part the night from what it made.
I kissed her once and felt the sea
Pour down my throat, unceasingly.
She sang, “You’re here with me, with me...”
I said, Come with me, Come and see

Lay dimes upon the drowned,
A toll to pass the shoal.
No bell will chime for you—
No ledger names your soul.
Forget your father's voice son,
He never made you tough.
Forget your mother’s hymn boy.
She never showed you love.
Go to sleep now, little bastard.
You won’t feel the sinking.
You won’t fight the drowning.
You won’t fight the drowning.

The Bone Jar Hymn

Not merely a song. A field recording from the edge of where names fail.
This is pain rendered in bark. A warning for those who walk both ways uphill.
Verse laid in pitch. Hook caught in the ribcage.
A voice stitched into moss, memory, and time.

Lyrics: 

They told me not to name it
The woods beyond the still.
Where roots grow up, not downward,
And walk both ways uphill.
Take your time between the pines,
Time turns sharp and still.
I was born under a blackbird scream
And baptized in a ditch of "let it be"
So I sang the name at sundown
Come cradle me, O Thick
Terrible dream, terrible scene

The bells don’t ring. The dogs won’t bark.
Just strings and matches hoping for a spark.
And that old man's song went something like:
Don’t follow light. Don’t trust what bites.
Walk the path where thorns still try.

In the Thick, we dance in circles,
With no end and no escape.
Every path a kind of test
Every breath a lung deep ache.
I brought my seed for the trees, I wore my best, best believe.
A suit stitched out of shame.
In the Thick, you never die.
You just forget it gets your name

We carved our love in birch bark
That bled a bitter sap.
Hung wishbones from the branches
Where the sun had turned it's back.
You kissed me like a bee hive.
Said, “Boy, don’t be afraid.”
But the moss grew up my ribcage
And with every sting my voice would fray.

My friends are gone. The well too is pit and pitch.
The old thread mill is a legend now.
Tale of landfill myth.
The land of Nod, gated commune, overgrown with burrs
The blame is on the tip of your tongue.
So many able remain unheard.

In the Thick, we dance in circles,
With no end and no escape.
Every path a kind of test
Every breath a lung deep ache.
I brought my seed for the trees, I wore my best, best believe.
A suit stitched out of shame.
In the Thick, you never die.
You just forget it gets your name.

And in the swell of the swill
The still remembers mine 



The Thick

spooky folk song about the loss of a loved one

The Wind Blows The Grass

Step into the world of 'Violet's Lament' from Randomly Green. This Gothic Folk journey follows the heartbreaking path of Violet, the last of her kind – alone, lost, and desperately calling out for meaning and connection across the vastness of the universe. Featuring ethereal female vocals. 

Backstory: Violet is the sole surviving member of an ancient, cosmic lineage of Spirit Weavers, a race that existed in profound harmony with the universe's inherent magical energies. From birth, their kind were connected to the astral plane, their very spirits woven from pure magical essence. Her formative years were not spent in traditional childhood but in deep meditation and study, learning to channel and refine the vast cosmic energies that flowed through her bloodline. Their civilization flourished, acting as guardians of interdimensional balance, until a cataclysmic event — the Great Sundering — ravaged their home dimension. This was not a war, but a cosmic imbalance, a tear in the fabric of reality that consumed countless worlds and their inhabitants, leaving Violet as the lone survivor, adrift and heartbroken, wandering the universe in search of meaning and connection.

Lyrics by Randomly Green. Music produced with Suno. 

Full length music video coming soon to https://www.youtube.com/@RandomlyGreen

Violet's Lament

Violet's Lament (Remastered) [Gothic Folk]

No Light Left in the Wake is a dark, mournful sea shanty told through raw male vocals and thunderous harmonies. It explores the aching persistence of time, grief, and survival a final chant echoing through the storm. Driven by haunting verses and a ghostly male choir, it’s a tribute to those who carry silent pain. Let it hit deep. Let it rise like a wave.

No Light Left in the Wake

Fingerpicked guitar moves like shadows on the wall, breathes in the dark, and a voice half-spoken, half-sung carries you through rooms you shouldn’t enter.

🎥 Official Music Video: https://youtu.be/TecrjGthZ3I?si=qrhBEKmiUemVPgFi

AnnaBelle (Raggedy Ann in the Chair)

"Gone to the Deep" is a gothic folk ballad about a wartime tragedy and the strange twist of fate that connects it to a young man decades later — the very same legendary musician Eddie Parpworth.


Gone to the Deep

True story, both literally and figuratively.

Sissy Drank the Poison (That Momma Meant for Me) Original by Jennie Kay Snyder

I know you think I’m crazy –
Hell, you all do.
But I’ve been listening,
Yeah, I’ve been listening to the truth.
And I don’t care anymore,
’Cause life itself is madness,
And the ones who dare the most,
They climb the farthest.

I don’t want your painted house,
Your quiet street, your wasted vows.
I can’t clock my life away –
I was born to move, to stray.
But with you… oh, with you,
I just might stay.

I never asked for the things
That mortal men are satisfied with.
A steady job ’til they rot,
A plastic dream they call “safe”.
I’ve always felt the fire,
That this ain’t where I belong.
And who says I can’t be loved,
If I’m loved the right way?

I don’t want your painted house,
Your quiet street, your wasted vows.
I can’t clock my life away –
I was born to move, to stray.
But with you… oh, with you,
I just might stay.

Not in madness –
In truth!
’Cause in my world,
I ain’t the insane…
I’m one of the few.

I don’t want your painted house,
Your quiet street, your wasted vows.
I can’t clock my life away –
I was born to move, to stray.
But with you… yeah, with you,
I just might stay…
I just might stay!

Black Rain Promise

Yesterday my razor died halfway through the crime,
Half my head went bald while the beard kept dragging time.
I looked like a TV nightmare from a trippy ’70s run,
Panic in my bones—this joke ain’t fun.

I grabbed a blunt old knife and tried to fix the wreck,
Carved at my own face till the mirror snapped my neck.
Gray on my chin, wild in my stare,
Twenty years younger at first glance—then… beware.

Oh Lord, oh Lord—what have I done?
Blood on the tiles, nowhere to run.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I can’t go out,
The mirror laughs while I black out.

No way I’m walking streets looking like this mess,
Can’t pick up the kids like a horror in a dress.
Tomorrow is a wedding, the next day someone’s gone—
But I can’t face a soul with this face put on.

I can’t go out! I can’t go out!
What have I done? What have I done?

My darling—my new-found flame,
What will you see when I call your name?
I swore I’d take your hand and dance at the ball,
Now I’m hiding from the town, can’t face them at all.
Not welcome at the Zoo with this carnival head,
I’m a sideshow creature the crowd would dread.

Panic hits hard—what am I to do?
Could I glue back the beard? Could I glue back the ’do?
“Sure—it must work,” I said without a thought,
Grabbed the wrong tub… now curls I never bought.

Oh Lord, oh Lord—what have I done?
Hair set like concrete, nightmare won.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I can’t go out,
Every pore is screaming loud.

Tape it? Staple it? Hide it with a hood?
Patchwork monster—does it do me any good?
Hands keep shaking, heartbeat drums—
This is the chaos a mirror becomes.

What have I done? (Say it!)
What have I done? (Say it!)
Can’t go out—can’t go out—
What have I done?!

Oh Lord, oh Lord—what have I done?
Glue and blood under a dying sun.
Oh Lord, oh Lord—I can’t go out…
Fade the lights—leave me with my shout.

Glue & Blood

you... just a small child... Ein lütter Junge... living in a chaotic home filled with monsters... it's your HALLENBRUCHT... your childhood's "Fractured Palace"
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LYRICS:
Walking into shade… and light
The palace of shadows unknown

Sun sets beyond the blinds
Cold air bites, it crawls inside
The den’s a jungle, chairs like claws
Every laugh—a predator’s jaws

Night falls…
I don’t belong
The rooms—they move
I can’t reside… in this palace tonight

It’s night here!
It’s nightfall!
I feel—I don’t belong!
In this fractured palace tonight!

The night of the animals rules this domain
Eyes leer from smoke and mirrors
Venom in their laughter, fangs in smiles
Ravens swirl in blackened clouds of fear

I stumble through twisted hallways
Nature of the beast pulls me in
Small and lost, straight into their path
Trapped in claws and teeth again

The night of the animals!
They rule this domain tonight!
Tonight…

Growls are laughs, claws are chairs
Floorboards moan, the ceiling stares
A mouse in the palace den
Caught between lion… and raven again

Trembling under lamplight glow
The party rages, the palace alive
I—just a boy
Hunted by the night of the animals

Shadows curl, teeth flash
Walls move, floors clash
I run, I hide
The fractured palace has me tonight!

Tonight… tonight… tonight…
The palace keeps its secrets
I, small and silent… remember it all

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NIGHT OF ANIMALS

Immersed In Black - Dark Rock / Gothic Rock
DIA DE LOS MUERTOS from the album " FREAKSHOW"

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Website: https://www.immersed-in-black.de/

Composition & Lyrics: Daniela Alscher
Mixed & Mastered by Olympian Records
https://olympianrecords.de/

Vocals: Frank Alscher & Daniela Alscher
Keyboard/ Synth: Daniela Alscher
Guitar:  Victor Palluch
Bass: Andreas Pachali
Beat - Maker: Andreas Pachali





Dia De Los Muertos

in "Reach for that Adderall", gothic indie rock artist, Psycho Wench, uses Adderall as a metaphor to explore the deep psychological side effects of addiction and dependency 
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LYRICS:
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Screaming in the mirror
Faces look like mine
Static in my skull
Dripping black design

Cracks in the ceiling
Crawling on the wall 
Hear me
Can you hear me? 
I’m about to fall 

Velvet nightmares 
Crawling on my skin
Twisted little circus
Let the madness begin 
Eyes like razorblades
Laughter in the hall 
Psycho Wench is rising
Breaking every wall 

Racing pulse
Twitching hands
Writhing in chains 

When I’m feeling small
Reach for that Adderall 
Then begins the fall
Can’t breathe at all

Shadows on the wall
Heartbeats start to stall 
When I’m feeling small
Reach for that Adderall 

Insomnia rising
Chewing at my brain 
Para'noid illusions
Pleasure in the pain 
Loss of appetite
Jittering with rage 
Manic whispers 
Tearing at the cage

Psycho Wench is laughing
Watch me mislead 

When I’m feeling small
Reach for that Adderall 
Then begins the fall
Can’t breathe at all

Shadows on the wall
Heartbeats start to stall 
When I’m feeling small
Reach for that Adderall 

Tremors in my hands
Eyes wide like fire 
Twisted fascination
Crawling ever higher 

Ecstasy in torment
Pleasure from the spine 
Scream it out
Scream it loud
Let the world decay 

Psycho Wench will take you
Show you the way 

When I’m feeling small
Reach for that Adderall 
Then begins the fall
Can’t breathe at all

Shadows on the wall
Heartbeats start to stall 
When I’m feeling small
Reach for that Adderall 

Crack the glass
Bite the tongue
Can’t escape my mind
Psycho Wench is laughing
Leave the world behind

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REACH FOR THAT ADDERALL

Sœurs de lumière

Neon Green - Chelsea Wolfe (COVER)

CREDITS:
Lyrics & composition: Mårten “MAROL” Olofsson
Vocals/arrangement direction: MAROL
Artwork: MAROL

When the Sirens Held the Note

Alpha PVP

MyKingFalls Collective Is a music Collective Project, Different Styles and Vibes.

Band Lineup:
The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
Winter Kites - Electro-Indie, Synth, Down Tempo
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country



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From smooth lo-fi nights to hard-hitting hip-hop, high-energy electro, and vibrant afrobeat, I create soundscapes for every mood. Whether it’s city lights, club vibes, or sunny grooves, my music is here to move you.

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Noctvrna is a one person dark ambient project from Warsaw, Poland. Combining the elements of dark ambient, drone, dsbm, noise and ethereal into one. 
Currently working on two black metal projects and the more experimental solo album.

Originally from the Allegheny Forest, Jennie Kay Snyder is a veteran of the LA and Austin music scenes. She was one of three founders and lead singers of Ventura, CA based Western Swing band, The Tatters, whose self-titled, critically acclaimed debut record garnered a "Top Ten DIY Picks of 2001" honor from Performing Songwriter magazine. After 911, she took a five-year hiatus to focus on songwriting in the Wallowa Mountains of Eastern Oregon, where she was awarded a scholarship to participate in the songwriting workshop by the prestigious Fishtrap Summer Gathering. 
While in Austin,Texas, she occasionally sang with old friend and rockabilly queen Rosie Flores, was guest vocalist for the Texas Swing Kings and the Magnolia Band, and played keys, sang, and recorded with electronic pop/rock group The Noise Revival, led by now international composer, Nathan Felix, also known as Nathan Noise.
In her 30-year career, she has been on bills with Southern Culture on the Skids, The Red Elvises, Townes Van Zandt, The Blind Alabama, Albert Lee, Tony Gylkeson, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Victoria Williams, and Timbuk 3, and appears on dozens of live and studio recordings as a lead and backing vocalist.

She recently won a second scholarship to Todd Snider's Camp What The F*lk to study further with Todd and Otis Gibbs.

Her roots-flavored original songs have been described as universal and timeless; her performance style exuberant and soulful, and her voice has drawn comparisons to Emmylou Harris, Julie Miller and Iris Dement.

I started writing songs in the moments I couldn’t explain, when thoughts tangled, when everything shifted, when silence said too much.

Now, I bring those lyrics to life with AI, blending human emotion with machine-made sound to create something new: part real, part unreal but always honest.

From indie folk and alternative rock to house and cinematic soundscapes, my music lives where genres blur and transformation begins.
It’s for anyone who’s ever felt in-between. Who’s let go, started over, or stood at the edge of something uncertain.

This is music for when words weren’t enough and sound had to take over.

Immersed In Black is a Dark Rock band from germany, but to simplify them under one label put not do them justice.Their diversity expends over one genre. Their music is strongly inspired by 80s Gothic Rock, with influences from EBM,  Dark Wave, Dark Folk and Symphonic Rock. Musically they are dipping into dark themes but combining these also with humorous glimpses. Powerful guitar riffs, melodic synth sounds and energetic beats are combined with spooky, humorous, profound, poetic or accusatory stories.

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



Hey everyone! As a writer, I'm all about telling stories with words. But my favorite way to do it is through music. What you hear is a reflection of that—two halves of a whole. Randomly Green, as my acoustic, natural side, and Darkly Random, as my electronic, slightly mysterious side. I really hope you connect with what you hear! If you do, drop a like and a follow. It helps so much!

New tracks tagged #GOTHIC FOLK