a semi abandoned track. could have done more with it but man it still stands on its own!

Asterisk

moody chill indie vibes, far caspian meets mild high club? lyrics: What's so wrong with staying home all alone? Maybe if I call your phone, to say hello, how would it go? Whats so wrong with moving on? Where do I go? Would you tell me all thats wrong, oh now youre strong? Whats so wrong with staying home all alone? How'd you get along? Just so I know. On your own? Not a thing to show. I should have known. On your own? Not a thing to show. Whats so wrong with staying home? Just so I know. Would you tell me all thats wrong? Oh now youre strong? How'd you get along?

Staying Home

This is the first Single from an upcoming Nocturnal Voyager EP. Fiddly, catchy, driven and melodic 80's Synth with some subtle guitar shredding!

Xenotransplant

🌞 Track: Chest Hair Jesus
🎸 Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM · 🎹 Key: E Major
🌈 Mood: Desperate Daylight • Groovy Dignity • Melodic Collapse

Description:

What happens when a morally ambiguous messiah walks into your breakroom with sandals, sass, and a nectarine? You get Chest Hair Jesus — a jangly sermon in E Major that smells faintly of vending machine fries and aftershave holiness.

Born on a heatwave and baptized in fluorescent lighting, this track is a peach-scented rebuke to your lunchtime sins.
Think:
🕶️ A baritone prophet with summer chest hair confidence
🥤 A cola crisis turned spiritual awakening
🩴 Sandals slapping laminate like thunder from heaven
🎸 Guitars so clean they might’ve been washed by angels — if angels had chorus pedals

It’s The Smiths meet Sermon on the Mount via an overheated AC unit.
It’s Johnny Marr riffing in a robe.
It’s a post-punk gospel for the spiritually dehydrated.

🙌 Join the cult. BYO fruit.

Lyrics:

Noon break haze and microwaved sin
The vending light flickers, the saints sleep in
Then he walks in like a holy tan
With a cross and curls and peach in hand

His shirt’s undone to moral code
A sermon packed in chest hair mode
He points at me with fire and fries —
And quotes a verse from cheaper skies

He says: “That cola’s hell in disguise”
While sipping his with godly eyes
And somehow I forget the rule —
And nod like I’m the holy fool

🎶 Chest Hair Jesus, you love to preach —
But dressed like it’s summer, for girls and beach
You bless my lunch, you damn my soul —
While flexing hard in casual control 🎶

He caught my friend in gin last week
Declared her soul was cheap and weak
Then winked and bit a nectarine
Like he was fresh from Galilee

His sandals slapped the laminate
He quoted Paul, but twenty late
And when he tossed his tray at me —
It felt like strange divinity

He whispered sin in gentle tones
Then picked his teeth with plastic bones
And all I saw was golden fuzz
Where thunderous moral judgment was

🎶 Chest Hair Jesus, you love to preach —
But dressed like it’s summer, for girls and beach
You bless my lunch, you damn my soul —
While flexing hard in casual control 🎶

I tried to leave, I tried to breathe
He said “believe,” and cracked his sleeve
He doesn’t ask, he doesn’t plead
He simply points — and plants a seed

🎶 Chest Hair Jesus, you love to preach —
But dressed like it’s summer, for girls and beach
You bless my lunch, you damn my soul —
While flexing hard in casual control 🎶

“Next… believer… please…”
“Dress… appropriately…”
“Grace… optional…”

Chest Hair Jesus

Noirblood

первый и последний трек блять, закинул сюда из жалости, пойду дальше писать рокенций с группой

блекджек

Until the Light Comes Through

Cyber Soul

“Enlighten” is a dreamy psych-rock track with swirling guitars, uplifting lyrics, and catchy riffs that evoke sun-drenched self-discovery and coastal bliss.

Enlighten

I made this tune about a year ago, and forgot to upload it, even forgot I ever made it. Today I wanted to make music, opened my editor and the sound was here, wating for me to rediscover it. I named it In my dream because of the dreamy sound the synth makes. I hope you'll enjoy it.

In my dream

Verse 1  
Play me back in stereo,  
Every lie I used to know.  
Echoes hum through silver skies,  
Lost between your last goodbyes.  

Chorus  
Ashes in stereo, fading slow,  
Every note a scar that glows.  
Turn the volume, drown the truth,  
All that’s left is ghost of you.  

Verse 2  
Feedback hums like memory,  
Static burns in harmony.  
Every sound a bitter flame,  
Every song still says your name.  

Bridge  
If silence falls, will you still hear?  
The echo of a love so near.  
Rewind the night, replay the pain,  
Ashes sing your name again.  


Ashes in Stereo

Verse 1  
Velvet dust on silver skin,  
Trace the scars we’ve both been in.  
Every scream a lullaby,  
Every kiss a slow goodbye.  

Chorus  
Velvet dust, we fade away,  
Nothing pure is here to stay.  
Broken hearts and holy rust,  
All we are is velvet dust.  

Verse 2  
Paint the pain in shades of grey,  
Wear the night instead of day.  
Every truth we tried to trust,  
Turns to gold, then velvet dust.  

Bridge  
If the end is soft and kind,  
Let me leave your name behind.  
Velvet dust, we drift apart,  
Echoes left inside the dark.  


Velvet Dust

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