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midnight walk

midnight walk - sped up

midnight walk - slowed down

Sad man tired of modern-day humdrum meets Mexican girl while on vaca, has torrid romance then has to return to his old life. Years later, he still pines for the love lost. 

Cecelia

lyrics;

(nesonnay)
вечно грустный и закрытый 
да ко мне не подойти 
она хочет начать общение 
но нам не по пути 

я сижу вторые сутки 
думаю что будет дальше 
но никак не пойму 
как можно поступить иначе 

голова болит весь вечер 
что мне сделать чтоб прошла
погода так сильно меняется 
новый день ты не пришла 

пройдет много лет 
а я все буду тебя помнить
мне другие не нужны 
я гуляю только в полночь

каждый день как предыдущий  
и я живу по потерну 
проснулся записался 
время обесценено 

в моей жизни много но 
к этому давно привык 
и чтобы стать на новый уровень 
надо отпустить 

надо отпустить тебя 
все что давно мучало
но саморазрушение 
меня будто заглючило 

(Deadroyse)
социальная программа
мы с тобой на едине
детка сразу понимала
мои деньги щас на дне
каждый день сидишь на панике
что скоро встанет сердце
осознай свою любовь
она спасает человечество

я не хочу думать лишь
о том что я всегда не прав
алкоголь деньги и суки
это мой по жизни нрав
Ты падаешь во снах 
твое завтра не настанет 
Ведь все так же день за днем 
Наступаешь в те же грабли 

Каждый день на хатах убиваю свою скуку 
Я хотел бы больше но время лишь на руку
Я тебя сильно обидел
Ты меня уж извини 
И я хаваю таблетки 
Но не ради любви 

По ночам летают мысли 
они изнутри съедают 
Но я их отпускаю 
Только когда с Кентами
Среди всех застенчивый 
Замкнувшийся ребенок 
Вроде не тупой 
Но в шараге много троек

(nesonnay)
вечно грустный и закрытый 
да ко мне не подойти 
она хочет начать общение 
но нам не по пути 

я сижу вторые сутки 
думаю что будет дальше 
но никак не пойму 
как можно поступить иначе

gliTche$ w/ Deadroyse (prod. Noah808 x sui)

watch dusk alone

LYRICS

L’aube s’étire sur les toits humides,
Le ciel est une feuille de papier buvard,
Je suis assis dans le silence, de ton absence
À compter les failles dans le plâtre du mur,
Le store bat la mesure d’un temps suspendu
Comme un cœur qui aurait oublié de s’arrêter,

Que c’est triste, le jour qui naît
Dans cette pièce où tout est déjà mort
Le café refroidit dans la porcelaine blanche
Et je regarde le monde sans y prendre part
Le froid a tissé sa toile sur l’oreiller
Et la douleur est un sillage que je suis sans bouger

Dehors, un couple rit près de la fontaine
Leurs voix montent comme des bulles
Moi, je reste là, dans l’encadrement de la porte-fenêtre
À respirer l’odeur de tes cheveux qui s’en vont
L’accordéon joue une rengaine incomplète
Comme une histoire sans chute, ouverte et secrète

Que c’est triste, le jour qui naît
Dans cette pièce où tout est déjà mort
Le café refroidit dans la porcelaine blanche
Et je regarde le monde sans y prendre part
Le froid a tissé sa toile sur l’oreiller
Et la douleur est un sillage que je suis sans bouger

Nous avions cru que l’amour était une langue
Mais nous n’en avions appris que l’alphabet
Maintenant, je déchiffre les traces de ton passage
Dans la poussière dorée et le silence qui stagnent

Que c’est triste, le jour qui naît
Dans cette pièce où tout est déjà mort
Le café refroidit dans la porcelaine blanche
Et je regarde le monde sans y prendre part
Le froid a tissé sa toile sur l’oreiller
Et la douleur est un sillage que je suis sans bouger

Sur le balcon
Le vent tourne une page invisible
Je n’attends plus rien
Juste la mémoire
De ce qui n’a jamais vraiment eu lieu
Et le jour se lève
Toujours le même
Toujours seul

Que c'est triste

A song about letting the people that matter know how much their presence in your life means to them and that they aren't alone

Spotify

My Friend

“Autumn Day” is a song adapted from Rainer Maria Rilke’s 1902 poem. The lyrics speak of change, endings, and the quiet rituals of solitude: staying awake, reading, writing long letters. Rilke’s timeless images of the fading summer, ripening fruit, and falling leaves are carried into song, creating a reflection on transition and the passage of time. It is both intimate and universal – a meditation set to music.

„Autumn Day“ ist ein Song nach Rainer Maria Rilkes Gedicht aus dem Jahr 1902. Die Zeilen erzählen von Veränderung, von Abschieden und von den stillen Ritualen der Einsamkeit: wach bleiben, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben. Rilkes zeitlose Bilder – der vergehende Sommer, die reifenden Früchte, die fallenden Blätter – finden hier ihren Platz in der Musik. Ein Lied über Übergänge und Vergänglichkeit, zugleich persönlich und universell.

Autumn Day

If you’ve got no house now
You won’t build one anymore
Whoever is alone now
Will remain so through the dark time
Stay up and read
Write long letters, line by line

Lord, it is time
The summer was so wide
Drop your shadow on the sundial’s face
Let the wild winds run the countryside

Whoever is alone now
Will remain so through the dark time
Stay up and read
Write long letters, line by line

It is time

Command the final fruits to shine
Grant them two more days of southern skies
Press them to ripen, to be whole, and drive
The last sweet juices in the heavy wine

If you’ve got no house now
You won’t build one anymore
Whoever is alone now
Will remain so through the dark time
Stay up and read
Write long letters, line by line
Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh
And walk restless avenues, back and forth 
While leaves keep falling, drifting down

Time
Time


Autumn Day

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traces of cuts +eloter

Neon lights buzz but they don’t hum back
Empty room echoes what I lack.
Talk to the mirror it won’t reply
Static whispers fill the sky.

Every shadow’s louder than me.
Every heartbeat’s on delay.

I’m an echo chamber baby,
Hollow sound drives me crazy,
Call my name it fades away.
I’m an echo chamber baby,
Alone I’m nothing,
Maybe...

Glass walls crack but they never break,
Hollow laughs but they’re all fake.
Play my song it skips on repeat,
Loneliness tastes bittersweet.

Every second stretches too thin.
Every silence crawls on my skin.

I’m an echo chamber baby,
Hollow sound drives me crazy,
Call my name it fades away.
I’m an echo chamber baby,
Alone I’m nothing,
Maybe...

Every second stretches too thin.
Every silence crawls on my skin.

I’m an echo chamber baby,
Hollow sound drives me crazy,
Call my name it fades away.
I’m an echo chamber baby,
Alone I’m nothing,
Maybe...

I’m an echo chamber baby,
Alone I’m nothing,
Maybe...

Maybe...

Echo Chamber

👇 LYRICS BELOW, HOPE YOU ENJOY! <3

Intro (whisper)

Yeah… feel like static in my veins.


Verse 1

Cold cigarettes, cheap coats, I walk the midnight mall,

Mirror shows a stranger, I don't know him at all.

Mama says "be patient", friends just say "move on",

But they see the cover, never read the song.

Black roses on my dashboard, tears on my sleeve,

Phone full of unread texts from ghosts that won't leave.

They paint me like the villain in a story I ain't wrote,

They point and smile, don't know the bleeding in my throat.


Pre-Chorus (soft, sung)

I watch the city sleep and feel like I'm awake,

Every laugh's a thunder that I never get to break.


Chorus (melodic, echo)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Verse 2 (rapbed, confessional)

Pop another label, "weird" stamped on my chest,

They hand me pity like a gift, like that’s supposed to fix the rest.

I write love letters to a room that never keeps my light,

Play my feelings on a loop, still sleep through the night.

Tattooed memories, names I left behind —

I burn them in my verses, hope they fade in time.

Demons in the closet, angels on the stair,

I pray to empty ceilings, nobody answers there.


Pre-Chorus (breathy)

I trace the scar above my heart, memorize the pain,

Life's a late-night show and I'm the actor with no name.


Chorus (melodic, bigger)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Bridge (vulnerable, slowed)

They whisper "fix him", like pain’s a thing you can replace,

I keep a bottle of apologies hidden in my place.

Sometimes I taste the wrong things, trying to feel right,

But I only end up hollow when the morning steals the night.

If love is a language, I forgot how to speak,

All my pages are blank and my knees are getting weak.


Breakdown (hazy, lo‑fi)

Static halo, static halo — calling out but no reply,

Static halo, static halo — plastered smile beneath the sky.

I drown in crowded rooms, I float in empty beds,

Nightmares tuck me in with all the songs inside my head.


Chorus (final, echoing)

I'm an outcast with a static halo — burning but alone,

Neon halo, cold and shallow, call it mine, it's all I own.

Falling for the silence, dancing with my pain,

I'm a face in every window that forgets my name.


Outro (soft, almost spoken)

Maybe one day they'll hear the sorrow in my tone,

Till then I'll wear this halo like it's carved into my bone.

Static in my veins — I feel it when I breathe,

Outcast forever, but I keep dreaming, keep believing.

(...Static...)

STATIC

Пустые фонари
Режут туман
Шаги по камням
Никого

Куда уходят
Пустые огни?
Куда уходят
Они?

Металл гудит
Стекло дрожит
Ночь течёт
В пустоту

А-а, пустые огни...

Куда уходят
Пустые огни?
Куда уходят
Они?

«Avenue of Empty Lights» — Проспект Пустых Огней

Live @ Love festival 2024

From my novel God of hearts and album brisging hearts

Raging sea

Solo

It Ain't Funny

Don't miss the brand new emotional WW2 evacuee tale from the author of An Orphan's Story and The Lost Evacuee… 

 Finding a place of safety is just the start of his journey…

When Georgie Greene is evacuated to the English countryside to keep him safe from the London Blitz, he can’t think of anything worse than leaving his family behind to face the nightly bombings.

With her little brother safe from the air raids, his sister, schoolteacher Kate, prays for a brighter future, but in a time of war, tragedy is never far away.

Faced with uncertainty and heartache at every turn, Georgie and Kate must find the courage to carry on without each other. Can they be strong and keep their hopes alive of being a family once again?

The Evacuee’s Promise, By Cathy Sharp, Read by Antonia Beamish

A melancholic, acoustic Country / Americana with a sense of longing, loneliness and melancholy. Reflective, contemplative, thoughtful and haunting, this Folk / Americana / Western track will fit a modern Western or a story of rural hardship. (Stem files available.)

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phonk producer, beatmaker
linktr.ee/emgx
18 y old
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It is the stories and our imagination that give life and meaning to this world. And because I love music ... that it questions, that it awakens, that it intrigues, that it disturbs, that it moves... beyond the boundaries of genres ... This project is an expectation, a research in embryo ("one man band"), and the exploration - being for the moment totally free to leave the field - of the possibilities open to changing inspiration and protean nonconformism ... I admit that it is not easy to enter, and I thank all the more those who took the time to stop and listen to some of these stories ...

https://t.me/nesonnay
I want to find myself

Just a 26yo italian weeb, making music they like...

Songwriter. Producer. Storyteller for the emotional wrecks.
I specialize in Punk, Rock, and Emo—but I collaborate across genres. From raw originals to reimagined covers I post experimental tracks here and my mains live on my spotify etc

I will bring together the reality of life to reflect on love, people, broken-hearts, family issues, overcoming difficulties, so that we can cultivate clarity, adapt with grace, and create more wishful songs that will gain your and our trust, as well as being the best artist for you. Maybe even more than what I have said... maybe I can make my songs Therapeutic for you all? <3
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I am also on GENIUS LYRICS! --> https://genius.com/Ms_LustDrug

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, even ambient. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

An engineer deeply in love with engineering, writes stories, novels and lyrics as a hobby to help me breathe amid the devastating stress of life

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A human voice, a vintage drum machine, and the soul of the city. I explore cinematic soundscapes with a blend of lo-fi electronica, psychedelia, and raw urban textures. Music for moments of solitude. 🎧

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