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Hollow Joy

A Pulsing, Bittersweet, Unpolished, Ethereal  Rock Pop, Indie/Alternative song with Powerful Drums, Ethereal Guitars, Bold Bass and Sexy Romantic Male vocals.
Spearmint, Adam French, Oasis, Rouge Wave, Creeper, Lagoon, Grabage, Prelow, Feeder, Trucks, The Raveonettes


MARY JANE

Melancholic and sentimental.  Cool Male singer, Relaxed, Warm, Reflective and Bittersweet. 
A Romantic, Cool, Retro, Ethereal and Luxurious Rock Pop tune with a Bouncy, Driving, Pulsing groove.
Sounds like Sonny & The Sunsets, Pearl Jam, ralph radio, Sourced, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Jake Huffman, Heaven the Dude x Fat Tony x De, mangoeswild, Sebadoh, Thirsty Curses 


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Twisted Mind

✨ Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk ✨

A bittersweet anthem where shimmering guitars jangle like city lights on wet pavement, basslines pulse with quiet urgency, and drums march between heartbreak and release. The deep baritone vocal croons with both tenderness and irony—half confession, half rebellion—turning every word into something you can hold in your chest long after the song fades.

This track is about learning how to lose without breaking, how to turn endings into rhythm, and how to find beauty in the fragments left behind. It’s restless yet romantic, sharp yet dreamlike—a soundtrack for late-night walks through neon streets, headphones on, heart wide open.

🎸 Shimmering jangle guitar lines
🥁 Urgent yet melancholic drum pulse
🎤 Baritone croon: tender + dramatic
💔 A song about loss, rhythm, and grace

Perfect for fans of modern indie with a nostalgic edge, who crave both sparkle and shadow in their sound.

Lyrics:

You came in slow
Like a cruel through haze
I said stay
In that sideways gaze
We danced through sparks we couldn't keep
Some songs just kiss then dive too deep
You turned a page I didn't write
Truth slit in soft as night
I moved with hope not chasing why
Just drifting through that velvet sky

Now I know what phase is free
Letting go can set the beat
You said forgive the words of fly
I found the groove beneath the fire

You taught me how to lose
With rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
With grace, grace, grace
And dancing shoes
No skies, no chasing highs
Just good mistakes and open skies
Your whisper in the bass I breathe
A debut beneath my sleeve

I let go not to erase
You taught me how to lose with grace

I blamed the breaks, I cursed the night
Tied your name to every fight
But now I see the hushed smile
You guided me that whole soft while
A monk goes slow in second hand ink
Truth ain't found where we overthink
Some hearts don't rhyme, some don't stay
But still they groove in quiet sway

Now I drift in calmer seas
No more storms inside my feet
You said be still and I became
The one who danced inside the flame
You taught me how to lose
With rhythm, rhythm, rhythm
With grace, grace, grace
And dancing shoes

No regret, no perfect line
Just echo trips in mellow time
Your riddle wrapped in sound the beat
I lost and somehow found
I let go and found my place
You taught me how to lose with grace

Here's to the plans that went their way
To all the things we couldn't say
Just slip in dreams in silent calls
Still bouncing off these mirrored walls
Not all of it must stay
But groove, groove will find its way
You taught me how to lose with grace
With silence and dancing shoes
No disguise, no bitter sweet
Just fading light and dubbed out heat
Your embrace that holds its space
A shimmer I still can't replace
I let go with time and grace
You taught me how to lose with pace
To lose with grace

How to  Lose (Indie Rock Version)

Stagnation prod. Dolev Talmor

When the music fades, but the memories stay... “Last Dance in the Dark (Remastered)” is your new indie rock anthem for the bittersweet moments. 🌌💃 How do you say goodbye?

Last Dance in the Dark (Remastered)

💸 THE PROFIT YOU MAKE — Indie Rock x Jangle Pop x Post-Punk 🎸✨

Ever tried explaining the stock market to someone who thinks “zero risk” is a thing? Yeah… this song is for them.

This jangly, guitar-driven banger dives headfirst into the chaotic casino called life — where your bank account isn’t safe, inflation eats your lunch, and every “hot tip” from your uncle ends in a crying emoji. 🥲

🎶 Expect:
🌊 Wavy jangle guitars that make you question your life choices
📉 Post-punk basslines plummeting like your crypto portfolio
🎤 Sarcastic vocals explaining why your “safe” fund isn’t that safe
💥 A chorus that hits harder than a market crash

Lyrics highlight:

“The profit you make… is the risk you take!”
(…and yes, Karen, that includes your ‘risk-free savings account.’)

Perfect for:
⚡ Late-night trading meltdowns
⚡ Existential crises over coffee
⚡ Pretending you understand ETFs at parties

🎧 Play it loud. Bet your emotions. Lose responsibly.

Lyrics:

You ask me where the money grows,
But listen close, ‘cause nobody knows…
Bank account’s “safe”? — well, maybe not,
Inflation’s hungry, eats the lot!

Shares and funds, they’re not the same,
One’s a single player, one’s a team game,
I try to explain but your eyes just shake —
“Zero risk, please!” … big mistake. 

Nothing’s free, no easy bet,
Even cash can drown in debt…
You want returns? You want to play?
Welcome to the game where risk’s the price you pay!

The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Spin that wheel, it’s give or break!
The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
No free ride — there’s no escape!

A share’s like a rocket, fast and wild,
Can double in weeks or crash in style… 
A fund’s like a boat, safe and slow,
You’ll reach the island… but maybe so-so.

You say, “Oh no, I don’t understand,”
I draw little graphs, I take your hand —
“Here’s one company, here’s twenty inside,
One’s rollercoaster, one’s a safer ride!”

You: “I want zero risk.”
Me: “Hahahahaha… good luck!” 
No gold without the quake,
No gain without the stake!

The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Play your cards, for heaven’s sake!
The profit you make… is the risk you take! 
Bigger dreams? Bigger heartbreak!

So choose your path, your moves, your stake,
Remember one thing for your own sake:
The profit you make…
…yeah, you guessed it —
Is the risk you take!

The Profit You Make (Indie Rock Version)

Most people see a bug in the kitchen and go full horror movie: screaming, shoe-throwing, and spraying half a can of Raid. But what if… that tiny six-legged stranger is actually a hopeless romantic in a tuxedo-shell, humming a love song, on his way to a candlelit sugar-crystal dinner?

“Cute Bugs” is jangle pop meets indie rock meets post-punk whimsy — a track where ladybugs flirt like ballroom dancers, beetles straighten their shells like nervous prom dates, and even cockroaches get a verse of tender poetry. It’s surreal, it’s funny, and weirdly… it’s a little heartwarming too.

So next time a bug walks across your kitchen counter, don’t panic. Offer him a waltz, a crumb of bread, maybe even a sonnet. After all:
Cute bugs, hey hey — little hearts on six legs play. 🐞✨

Lyrics:

In the kitchen at night, little footsteps crawl,
Most would scream, throw a shoe at the wall.
But I see tiny eyes, shining brave and bright,
A gentleman bug, dressed up for the night.

He combs his feelers, he straightens his shell,
Humming a tune only bug hearts can tell.
Does he dream of roses, or sugar on a plate?
Or maybe a ladybug, waiting for a date?

Cute bugs, hey hey,
Little hearts on six legs play.
Cute bugs, hey hey,
Buzzing love won’t fly away. 

A scientist laughs, a poet takes a note,
Romantic women write them secret oaths.
Not monsters, no—just dancers so small,
With a waltz of wings in a ballroom hall.

They flirt with antennae, they bow with grace,
Tiny tuxedos in a moonlit place.
Do they write sonnets in crumbs of bread?
Or whisper goodnight when the daylight’s dead?

Cute bugs, hey hey,
Little hearts on six legs play.
Cute bugs, hey hey,
Buzzing love won’t fly away. 

Imagine their dreams, so tender, so sweet,
A candlelit dinner of spilled sugar treat.
Two beetles leaning close, wings brushed in time,
Love is love, in rhythm and rhyme.

Cute bugs, hey hey,
Little hearts on six legs play.
Cute bugs, hey hey,
Buzzing love won’t fly away. 

So next time a bugman walks in your view,
Remember he’s dreaming just like you do.
Not ugly, not scary, just living their song,
Cute bugs in the world, where we all belong.

Cute Bugs

Think of this as a caffeinated elegy: you, a sticky glass of cola, and the world’s longest ten-second existential crisis — played with jangly guitars, a sneer of post-punk, and a heart that forgot its lines. Perfect for mornings that feel like a badly timed replay and nights when you’re trying to remember why you left the house in the first place. 🥤⏰

If you like your melancholy with a rim of sugar and a chorus that hums like a clock stuck between shrug and breakdown, this one’s for you. Walk out of your flat, stand in the drizzle, pretend you’re in a noir film, and accidentally start a singalong nobody asked for.

Press play, sip something fizzy, and ask the important questions: will this moment matter, or will it just fizzle out like bad cola? If you like what you hear, tell someone — or don’t. We won’t name the napkin. 🎸✨

Lyrics:

It's 10:04, I checked the clock again
One hand moves while I remain
Empty chairs and silver spoons
Muted echoes in this quiet saloon
The tiles still smell of yesterday's bread
But no one's here, just me instead
An older woman gave this glass
Coca-Cola fizzing like the past
She vanished to the desk again
While I watched in like I might offend
Every tick is merciless
This hour won't stop to care, I guess
I'm the only soul at this morning show
Sip in silence, letting go

And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink as the minutes blink
Will this moment matter or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

The labels are in a foreign script
And I can't ask what I've just sipped
The floor is clean, the light is soft
Yet something heavy won't come off
Behind the glass, she checks the phone
I wonder if she feels alone
I think of all the things I've lost
And how each joy has had its cost
This taste, this place, this quiet bar
Will fade like faces in a passing car
No trumpet sounds, no final clue
Just time that swallows me and you
Each weekday morning looks the same
But none of them will get a name

And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink as the minutes blink
Will this moment matter or will it just burn out?
How to find out? How to find out?

9 o'clock was a second ago
11 is breathing down my neck
Days fold like napkins
Weeks vanish like steam
And one day this room will be dust
And I won't even know what I forgot

And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink, let my thoughts sink
Why am I feeling sad and what is this life about? How to find out?
How to find out?
And I sip on my cola drink as the world shrinks
No one will remember, not even me, no doubt
How to find out?

Coca Cola (Indie Rock Version)

Vocals and Rhythm Guitar: Daniel Chamney
Lead Guitar: Lewis Newman
Bass Guitar: Josh Birch
Drums: Patrick McGuinness

Lyrics by: Daniel Chamney
Produced by: Josh Birch

What It Feels Like (Demo)

We're a band from Merseyside. We are Daniel Chamney (vocals/rhythm guitar), Lewis Newman (lead guitar), Josh Birch (bass guitar) and Patrick McGuinness (drums)

Writer / Producer / Musician / Singer  From Greenwich Village NYC.
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 I believe that music is a boundless, universal language. I create diverse and innovative music by blending human creativity with AI technology, aiming to inspire and connect with music lovers everywhere. From electronic beats to genre-defying compositions, my tracks are an exploration of what's possible when passion meets technology. Join me on this journey as I share my music on YouTube, SoundCloud and socials.

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