This song is about finding your home in someone else, even though they may feel far away in a physical or emotional way

Across the Ocean

“The Way You Leave” captures the quiet ache of goodbye — the glances, the stillness, the echoes that follow after the door closes. Built on shimmering synths, lo-fi textures, and soft, aching vocals, this Chillwave track turns heartbreak into something beautiful, nostalgic, and strangely comforting.

🌅 Best played when the sun’s setting… or when someone’s gone.

#Chillwave #DreamPop #LoFiPop #astrul #TheWayYouLeave #HeartbreakVibes #SynthwaveFeels #NostalgiaWave #AmbientPop #AestheticSound #SlowFade #SoftSynths #LateNightMusic #EmotionalBeats #RetroDreams #GoodbyeSong #NewMusic2025 #SoundCloudChill #MoodyVibes #HeadphoneMusic

The Way You Leave

🎧 Song Description  "Used To Be Cool" by Nada Samir
“Used To Be Cool” is a bittersweet pop-trap anthem about self-worth, growth, and the backlash that comes with choosing yourself. With a sarcastic yet vulnerable tone, Nada Samir reflects on how people liked her better when she was quiet, insecure, and easy to control  and how that changed the moment she stopped shrinking.

It’s for anyone who’s been told, “you used to be cool,” just because they finally started loving themselves.

Sound: moody, emotional, with 808s, lo-fi textures, and raw, confident female vocals
Mood: sad girl glow-up, empowering, unapologetically real
For fans of: GAYLE, Bea Miller, Tate McRae, blackbear



used to be cool

“Shared Silence” is the emotional doorway — an introspective, diary-style opening that doesn’t shout, but instead invites listeners to lean in, to listen closer. It's the kind of love you don't talk about, but feel in the space between breaths. Speak softly — like you’re confessing to yourself, or maybe to him.

There’s no beat drop. Just the hum of something beginning.

Shared Silence

“Maybe It’s You” captures the fragile in-between — when someone you’ve known and worked with suddenly starts to feel like more. It’s not a dramatic confession, but rather a series of inner thoughts you don’t quite want to admit out loud. Every look lasts too long, every casual touch lingers, and your world starts shifting without warning.

There’s doubt. There’s fear of change. But mostly… there’s wonder.

This song is a quiet spiral of soft questions you’re asking yourself, wrapped in a chorus that floats like a daydream you don’t want to end.

Maybe It’s You

2020 freestyle

 lo-fi glamour, mixing bouncy house and ambient chillsynth

Midnight Gloss

This is off my tape 'Cheaper by the Dozen' Check it the full tape on my YouTube - TJX11
Link in my bio!

Culpa Mia (Prod. Men I Trust) Remix

eulb

Текст песни:
[Intro, Lo-fi keys 🎹, Light beat 🎶]
🕓 Четыре утра, Дуванский, темно 🌌
👩‍💼 Аделина рядом — на репетиции давно 🎭
💥 Каждое слово как выстрел в упор
🪐 Эксперты не в теме — у нас метеор ☄️

[Verse 1, Chill groove 🌿]
🚗 В шесть утра в Нагаево, трасса как из сна 😴
📸 Вика ждёт нас — у неё камера одна
💾 На флешке Гоша — играет без стыда 🎧
🍼 Детский носитель, но внутри — звезда 🌟

🎬 Аделина — как в кино, ассистент топ-класса
😼 Вика — малышка, кадрит всё без массажа
📜 Диплом на руках, блестит как гранат 💎
📦 Теперь он нас держит — мы ушли в формат 🗂

[Pre-Chorus, Dramatic twist 🎭, Female backing 👯‍♀️]
👯‍♀️ Вика и Аделина вчера уже сдали
🎯 Теперь мы вдвоём — и настрой на финале
📿 Гранатовые браслеты — придайте нам сил 💪
🧓 Чтобы дед-сексист не пробил этот стиль 👠
🔦 В комиссию бы Фтулку — пускай увидит свет 💡
✨ Как мы преисполнились, а не просто куплет 🧠

[Chorus, Powerpop, Group vocals 🎤🎸]
🙅‍♀️ Мы не защищаем диплом — диплом защищает нас 🎓
📌 Последняя нашпиговка, последний наш шанс 🧵
🥟 На столе курники, мы как будто на бал 💃
😋 Доедаем за комиссией, но наш уровень — вал 📈

[Verse 2, Rap flow 🧢🎙]
👉 Пикми указка, юбки, каблуки на взлёте 🚀
🏝 Аделина в Дубае, но в дипломной заботе
😂 TikTok смеётся — пусть думают, lol
🤘 Но внутри — защита как рок-н-ролл 🎸

🎯 Вика ловит ракурс — прямо в яблочко в цель
🔥 Аделина в огне, как таблица в Эксель
🧓 Дед что-то мямлит — мы жмём “мут” 🔇
🤝 Мы — команда, диплом — наш рут 🧩

[Bridge, Melancholy + Hope 🥺✨]
😅 Может, смешно — но я бы всё повторил 🔁
🌙 Ночь, Аделина, и этот chill 🛋
🙃 Смешно, странно, но крепко как гранит 🪨
⚡ Нас диплом не грузит — он нас бодрит ☕

[Chorus, Strong finish 💥]
🙅‍♀️ Мы не защищаем диплом — диплом защищает нас 🎓
📌 Последняя нашпиговка, последний наш шанс 🧵
🥟 На столе курники, мы как будто на бал 💃
😋 Доедаем за комиссией, но наш уровень — вал 📈

[Outro, Instrumental Echo 🎛 + Whispered vox 👄]
(Аделина... Вика... Гоша...) 👠🎓💾
(Пятёрка... баллы... каблуки...) ⭐📊👡
(Фтулка... видит... преисполнились...) 👀🌀
(Защита — это искусство...) 🎨



Диплом Защищает Нас

Диплом Защищает Нас (operatic)

Текст песни:
[Intro, Lo-fi keys 🎹, Light beat 🎶]
🕓 Четыре утра, Дуванский, темно 🌌
👩‍💼 Аделина рядом — на репетиции давно 🎭
💥 Каждое слово как выстрел в упор
🪐 Эксперты не в теме — у нас метеор ☄️

[Verse 1, Chill groove 🌿]
🚗 В шесть утра в Нагаево, трасса как из сна 😴
📸 Вика ждёт нас — у неё камера одна
💾 На флешке Гоша — играет без стыда 🎧
🍼 Детский носитель, но внутри — звезда 🌟

🎬 Аделина — как в кино, ассистент топ-класса
😼 Вика — малышка, кадрит всё без массажа
📜 Диплом на руках, блестит как гранат 💎
📦 Теперь он нас держит — мы ушли в формат 🗂

[Pre-Chorus, Dramatic twist 🎭, Female backing 👯‍♀️]
👯‍♀️ Вика и Аделина вчера уже сдали
🎯 Теперь мы вдвоём — и настрой на финале
📿 Гранатовые браслеты — придайте нам сил 💪
🧓 Чтобы дед-сексист не пробил этот стиль 👠
🔦 В комиссию бы Фтулку — пускай увидит свет 💡
✨ Как мы преисполнились, а не просто куплет 🧠

[Chorus, Powerpop, Group vocals 🎤🎸]
🙅‍♀️ Мы не защищаем диплом — диплом защищает нас 🎓
📌 Последняя нашпиговка, последний наш шанс 🧵
🥟 На столе курники, мы как будто на бал 💃
😋 Доедаем за комиссией, но наш уровень — вал 📈

[Verse 2, Rap flow 🧢🎙]
👉 Пикми указка, юбки, каблуки на взлёте 🚀
🏝 Аделина в Дубае, но в дипломной заботе
😂 TikTok смеётся — пусть думают, lol
🤘 Но внутри — защита как рок-н-ролл 🎸

🎯 Вика ловит ракурс — прямо в яблочко в цель
🔥 Аделина в огне, как таблица в Эксель
🧓 Дед что-то мямлит — мы жмём “мут” 🔇
🤝 Мы — команда, диплом — наш рут 🧩

[Bridge, Melancholy + Hope 🥺✨]
😅 Может, смешно — но я бы всё повторил 🔁
🌙 Ночь, Аделина, и этот chill 🛋
🙃 Смешно, странно, но крепко как гранит 🪨
⚡ Нас диплом не грузит — он нас бодрит ☕

[Chorus, Strong finish 💥]
🙅‍♀️ Мы не защищаем диплом — диплом защищает нас 🎓
📌 Последняя нашпиговка, последний наш шанс 🧵
🥟 На столе курники, мы как будто на бал 💃
😋 Доедаем за комиссией, но наш уровень — вал 📈

[Outro, Instrumental Echo 🎛 + Whispered vox 👄]
(Аделина... Вика... Гоша...) 👠🎓💾
(Пятёрка... баллы... каблуки...) ⭐📊👡
(Фтулка... видит... преисполнились...) 👀🌀
(Защита — это искусство...) 🎨

Диплом Защищает Нас (techno)

🎧 Another Sunday Morning (Slow Version)
Genre: Downtempo × Lo-Fi House × Ambient Pop
Mood: Soft • Reflective • Warm • Bittersweet
Vocal: Gentle, processed, vocoder-wrapped
Tempo: Slow & steady — like time stretching with the light

☕✨ Peaceful mornings aren't always peaceful inside.

This is the slow-blooming version of "Another Sunday Morning" —
a quiet, melancholy meditation on comfort, stillness, and the strange emptiness that sometimes follows everything going right.

Lo-fi pads, filtered textures, soft delay, and a warm vocal flow melt together like sunlight on a cool kitchen floor. A track for open windows, barefoot walks, and tea that never finishes.

🕊️ For listeners who love:
– Bonobo in slow motion
– Robotic lullabies for grown-ups
– The sound of thoughts wrapped in synth

🎶 Hook:
Another… Sunday… Morning…
(looped, gentle, just a little too quiet to ignore)

Lyrics:

The light slips in through cotton glass,
A hush wrapped in a golden pass.
The birds repeat their woven tune,
But I still float in yesterday’s room.

No worries knocking at my door,
No flames, no noise, no need for more.
I asked the stars to make me whole —
But woke up feeling almost full.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
Nothing feels too heavy,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The silence isn’t empty,
But something feels like stalling —
I breathe, I wait, I wonder —
Another Sunday morning.

The table hums in lemon light,
My mirror blinks — it slept all night.
The house behaves, the breeze is mild,
But something deep remains exiled.

The air is soft, the stillness sweet,
But there's a rhythm I don’t meet.
Like joy was meant to knock today —
But turned around and lost its way.

Maybe peace just means no sound,
But silence isn’t solid ground.
Maybe joy won’t shout or sing —
It just forgets its offering.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
No storm, no crash, no answer,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The sky is clear with waiting,
The heart is still exploring —
I smile into the silence —
Another Sunday morning.

Another… Sunday… Morning…
Another… another… Sunday… Morning…

Another Sunday Morning (Slow Version)


musica,testo,artwork
SATURNO RECORDS™

strisce sul telefono poi ovvio che non mangi
ti scende poi piangi
dai la colpa ai maschi
sempre che ti lamenti
ma come sei noiosa
sta vita è faticosa
sabato vanitosa
poi piangi sul dancefloor
non so che cosa dirti
se vuoi piangere piangi
ma non cambierà niente
parli anche quando dormi
e ti svegli coi graffi
poi fai finta di niente
non so di cosa parli
casa vista mare
ma vedi solo campi
cenere dentro al piatto
due bottiglie poi inciampi
non leggermi le carte
che poi capisci il trucco
che poi capisci il trick
ma non sono tony hawk
e faccio un threesome con te
perchè sei bipolare
a me non può fregare
se tu devi studiare
ti sei lasciata con lui
a me dispiace proprio
giuro che non ci dormo
già sto prendendo sonno

 

strisce sul telefono

Revival

Hat Trick

Alternative rnb track with spacious textures, upfront drums and an emotional piano chorus. Inspired by Joji and Juice Wrld 🧃

End - Joji Type Beat 2025

I don’t own any instruments, I’m sorry.

Lilac

Late at night, in the silence of a glowing screen, Silent Swipe captures the haunting stillness of the modern digital soul. This track is a poetic dive into the world of quiet observers—those who scroll, who feel deeply, but rarely speak. It's for the thinkers, the watchers, the ones whose dreams live in drafts.

A cinematic blend of mood-pop and indie-electronica with lyrical storytelling, “Silent Swipe” is your go to track if you’ve ever been a ghost in the feed but longed to be heard.

🎧 Let it play. Let it speak. Let it be your voice tonight.

#SilentSwipe #IndiePop #AltPop #MoodPop #LofiPop #DreamPop #ElectronicPoetry #LyricDriven #DigitalAge #EmotionalLyrics #LateNightVibes #ScrollingSong #LonelyInTheFeed #SilentScroll #IntrovertAnthem #SoundtrackOfTheQuietOnes #NewMusic #UnsignedArtist #IndependentMusic

[Verse 1]
I ride the feed like waves at night,
Thumb to glass, screen glowing bright,
A million voices in my hand,
But none of them will understand.
Got folders full of half-baked dreams,
And tabs of things I’ll never stream,
A ghost online, unseen, unheard,
In this digital world, I’m just a blur.

[Chorus]
I’m the silent swipe, the watchful eye,
The laugh that never leaves a sign,
A thinker lost in endless light,
Yeah, I’m the silent swipe tonight.

[Verse 2]
A quote I saved but never shared,
An app I opened just to stare,
“Stop scrolling through someone else’s needs,”
In this busy crowd, I feel the greed.
I don’t create, I don’t reply,
But every meme still makes me cry,
Ideas burn behind this face,
Too scared to ever leave a trace.

[Chorus]
I’m the silent swipe, the watchful eye,
The spark that never gets to fly,
A poet with no pen in sight,
One more scroll, then maybe I might.
But I’m the silent swipe tonight.

[Bridge]
I don’t need a thousand fans,
Just someone who might understand,
Maybe it’s time I speak, not hide,
To let the waves crash heal the tide.
No more silent swipe, no more delay,
I’ve got ideas I need to say.

[Verse 3]
In the echoes of forgotten clicks,
I search for meaning in the mix,
With every pulse, I feel the call,
Loneliness surrounds, but I stand tall.
Tonight I’ll break the phantom wall,
Shout out loud, let my voice enthrall,
To the silent watchers here and there,
Let’s share our dreams, let’s learn to care.

[Chorus]
I’m the silent swipe, but not tonight,
I’ll break the chains in this digital fight,
Together we rise, igniting the spark,
With hearts that shine, we’ll light the dark.

[Outro]
So here’s my call to every ghost,
It’s time to spread our wings and coast,
No more silent swipe, we’ll find our way,
Let’s lift each other, starting today.

Silent Swipe

Silent Swipe Tonight

🍪 COOKIE POETRY – A bittersweet synth-lullaby for the emotionally snackish.
Genre: Electro Pop / Bedroom Pop
Mood: Intimate. Melancholic. Dreamy. And just a bit emotionally unstable.
Tempo: 90–100 BPM (aka the tempo of regret in slow motion)

🎧 Think lo-fi drums coated in vinyl dust, warm pads hugging whispered vocals like your ex never did. A soft electronic hug… with crumbs.

📖 Lyrically? Imagine Sylvia Plath ran a bakery, fell in love with a pathological liar, and then started journaling with icing sugar. There’s tea-dipped loneliness, metaphorical hunger, and enough cookie metaphors to make a therapist sigh. But hey — at least it rhymes.

💔 Perfect for:
– Staring at the ceiling while pretending you're in a tragic indie film
– Eating dessert alone while philosophizing about dopamine
– Whisper-crying in autotune
– Smiling at crumbs and calling it therapy (we see you, girl)

🥄 Warning: May cause cravings for baked goods and emotionally unavailable poets. Consume responsibly.

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry

lyrics:
What's your definition of wasted time?
In a hurricane with you I saw rainbow sky
And i'm still reminiscing
Of your wood-stained kitchen
Squeeze my wounds with lemon
And tell me how we left it dry

But I'll never forget you made me chamomile
You made me chamomile

And you dance inside my dream
You don't suffer, c'est la vie
Kept all our dishes in the sink you wear your glasses on so pink
For you the sky so pink

But I'll never forget you made me chamomile

And I won't be too proud
I've been coughing loud
I need you, honey<3

you made me chamomile

mind and body filled with water, I raise a glass up to you ⛲️
❦°｡⋆༺{sa-rucho}༻⋆｡°❦

https://www.youtube.com/@konquesoo




Art that kills

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

25 year old artist, producer and guitarist making hip-hop, rnb, trap soul and bedroom pop instrumentals 💎

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Nada Samir is a gifted German singer and songwriter hailing from Frankfurt am Main. Born on June 18th, 1996, she has created a unique sound blending elements of pop, indie pop, and R&B soul. Nurturing her passion for music from a young age, she began writing her own songs at the tender age of 13, and by 16, she was sharing her talent by posting cover songs on YouTube. Her music career took off in February 2020, with the release of her debut single "Your Promise." April 2nd, 2021 marked the release of her critically acclaimed debut album, "Heartbroken." And on January 1st, 2023, she has recently dropped her sophomore album "See You Next Life." Her music is an honest reflection of her feelings and experiences, delving into themes of depression and self-discovery.

Студент шарашки УКСИВТ

I’m Manny Carvajal, and I release music as A Million in Vermillion. I was born in Heredia, Costa Rica and moved to Florida as a kid. My sound is quiet, emotional, and honest — like a conversation with someone who understands. 
I do everything independently: writing, recording, mixing, producing. Please join me on this musical journey. I hope my songs help you feel a little less alone.

CASTLEBEAT / josh hwang
i record stuff & started @spiritgoth 

vinyl/cassette/merch 
https://spiritgoth.com/search?q=castlebeat

new side project @gloomjoy
other project @jadedjuiceriders

With a knack for turning life's experiences into captivating tracks and songs. Visit my personal website of songs - SMXmusic.io

New tracks tagged #Lofipop