Canto fúnebre 2

Canto fúnebre 1

6 track video game and cloud trap inspired album by Count Kush, featuring 8-bit production and sounds, futuristic synths, and a tinge of nostalgia.

OFFENSIVE

TIME & PRICE

Y U MAD

LOVEHURTS

POKEMON

ROCKST4R

A song about the versions of ourselves we never became — the brave one, the wild one, the one who stayed, the one who left. The Other Me drifts between memory and possibility, tracing the echoes of a life that could have been, and the quiet truth that every version still lives inside us somehow.

This track blends reflective pop with cinematic emotion, carrying you through parallel paths, missed futures, and the soft ache of recognition.

🎧 Listen if you love: dream-soaked storytelling, emotional electronic textures, alternate-universe vibes, and songs that feel like standing at a crossroads at midnight.

✨ Themes: identity, memory, parallel selves, longing, self-reflection, quiet transformation.

💬 “In some mirror, wild and free — is she dreaming now of me?”

The Other Me

No one’s place drifts through a world of quiet ghosts and forgotten corners — a place where memories linger in ink, paper, and night air. It follows the small rituals we keep after someone leaves, the strange comfort found in half-written notes, fading truths, and the soft debris of shared life. The story moves like a slow walk through an empty city street: reflective, tender, and edged with a touch of mystery. It invites the listener into an intimate space where loss turns into poetry, and where every whispered detail feels like a map to somewhere that no longer exists — or maybe never did.

No one’s place streift durch eine Welt aus leisen Geistern und vergessenen Winkeln — ein Ort, an dem Erinnerungen in Tinte, Papier und Nachtluft hängen bleiben. Es geht um die kleinen Rituale, die bleiben, wenn jemand gegangen ist, um halb geschriebene Notizen, verblassende Wahrheiten und die stillen Überreste eines gemeinsamen Lebens. Die Geschichte bewegt sich wie ein langsamer Spaziergang durch eine leere Stadtstraße: nachdenklich, zart und mit einem Hauch von Geheimnis. Der Song lädt ein in einen intimen Raum, in dem Verlust zu Poesie wird und jedes geflüsterte Detail wie eine Karte zu einem Ort wirkt, den es vielleicht nicht mehr gibt — oder nie gab.

No one’s place
	
There’s a newspaper moon on the ceiling tonight
Spelling headlines in crumpled candlelight
You sleep with a page on your beating chest
Like secrets folded in a faded vest

Outside, the cats debate philosophy
And the wind rewrites your diary
Your shoes are tired of where you’ve been
They whisper stories to the bin

Paper skies, lullabies
Folded hearts and alibis
We built a home on borrowed thread
And left the ink beneath the bed

I found your note in a stack of bills
It smelled like ink and sleeping pills
“Don’t wait for me,” it almost said
“But make the bed and paint it red”

Paper skies, lullabies
Fragile truths in paper ties
You sang the blue until it bled
And traced your name beneath the bed

Your ghost still checks the windows twice
Still adds up all the silent nights
And in the drawer, beside your face
I found a map to no one’s place

Paper skies, lullabies
Folded truths in quiet ties
You kissed the wind without a sound
And buttoned up, then turned around


No one's place

Cinematic electronica with shimmering melodies and heartfelt emotion, blending dream pop, indie, ambient, and electronic soundscapes. Music and lyrics that spark feeling, imagination, and connection. Every note a flare, every beat a roar—where human emotion meets modern innovation.

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