Two souls meet where sea and starlight entwine—a world apart, yet drawn together by the pull of the tides and the ache of longing. On the moonlit rocks between ocean and sky, a merman and a wanderer find each other, their voices weaving a fragile bridge between worlds. Each harmony is a ripple on dark water, every glance a silent promise—love that is timeless, wild, and yearning as the waves.

With chamber pop intimacy and the shimmer of strings, “Call of the Distant Shore” drifts through depths of hope and sorrow, echoing the secret music of the deep. Their duet rises and falls like the tide, haunted by the memory of home and the dream of belonging. Here, where the lighthouse keeps watch and the sea whispers its secrets, love becomes a beacon—guiding lost hearts safely through the darkness, ever toward each other.

🪸🫧🧜‍♂️🫧🌊🫧🧜‍♀️🫧🪸

Moonlit water, silent beacon
Ghosts of longing drift ashore
Every night, the tide grows deeper
Pulls me further than before

Adrift beneath the silver morning
I watched the stars dissolve in blue
Soft as dawn, your voice was calling
Through the hush of waves I knew
And you whispered, “Come to me, come to me
Rest in my shadow
Here I wait, here I wait
Safe from tomorrow”

Oh, the call of the distant shore
Echoes through the breaking foam
Guide me back to where you are
I am lost, but not alone
With every wave, your promise grows
Carried on the undertow
Sing me home—
Sing me home

Did I wander in your dreaming?
Was your memory ever mine?
Now my lantern’s low and gleaming
Lost in tangled coral vines
But you sigh, “Not tonight
Not tonight—sail on, my sorrow
And oh, my soul—oh, my soul
Anchors in shadow”

Oh, the call of the distant shore
Echoes through the breaking foam
Guide me back to where you are
I am lost, but not alone
With every wave, your promise grows
Carried on the undertow
Sing me home—
Sing me home

If I fade into the twilight
If my voice is just a sound
Let your wind and water find me
Pull me up from where I’m drowned
If the stars forget to follow
And the world becomes unknown
Let your heart become the harbor
Where this restless soul is sewn

Now I drift between the silence
And the storms I cannot hide
Should I brave the wild horizon
Or sink beneath the rising tide?
Hear me cry, “Come for me
Come for me—soft as the swallow
Here I wait, here I wait
Brave for tomorrow”

Oh, the call of the distant shore
Echoes through the breaking foam
Guide me back to where you are
I am lost, but not alone
With every wave, your promise grows
Carried on the undertow
Sing me home—
Sing me home

When the final current takes me
And the daylight slips away
May your song remain within me
Like a dawn that finds the bay
Sing me home—
Sing me home

🪸🫧🧜‍♂️🫧🌊🫧🧜‍♀️🫧🪸

Call of the Distant Shore

The Ticking of Your Frown
A soulful lament from the sidelines of a fading relationship.
The Ticking of Your Frown captures the quiet ache of watching someone rush from one shallow connection to the next, afraid to face their own reflection.
Set to a melancholic blend of brass and minimal groove, the song follows her perfectly staged world — midnight wine, plastic flowers, curated smiles — while the observer urges: "Try to live alone for one day. You might finally find yourself."
Written and performed by Christian Henningsson, this track is both personal and universal – a haunting soundtrack for those tired of the performance.

The ticking of your frown

🎧 Riding My Bicycle
Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM · 🎹 Key of E Major · 🎸 Melancholic • Bright • Ironically Isolated

A jangly ode to weekday melancholy in full sunlight. "Riding My Bicycle" captures the existential emptiness of post-work hours with glimmering guitars, melodic basslines, and dry, baritone vocals.

The sun’s still high — like it’s mocking you — and the only thing moving is your creaking bike and a mind replaying quiet disappointments. Garden hoses hiss, phones stay silent, and the half-empty street mirrors a half-empty self.

✨ Think:
– Sparkling, bittersweet guitar lines
– Rhythmic nostalgia à la early 80s UK underground
– Lyrical loneliness with melodic irony

📝 “Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt.”

Lyrics:

Clock-out click and the air stands still
My shirt sticks like a guilty thrill
The bike creaks low as I push away
Another wasted, whisper-grey day

Nobody waved when I left the door
Nobody waits on my second floor

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Garden hoses hiss like snakes in dreams
The world pretends it’s what it seems
But every house with lights inside
Just echoes back my quiet ride

I check my phone like it might care
Then put it back — there’s nothing there

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Tomorrow’s forecast: more of the same
A quiet commute, a forgotten name
TV glow and a fork on a plate
Dinner for one never tastes that great

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Half-empty street...
Half-empty me...
Half of a life
in full daylight grief...

Riding My Bicycle

Vintage synths, midnight vibes, and neon themed

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🍪 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

"This Is Fate" is a bittersweet dream pop confession that drifts between melancholy and acceptance. Wrapped in ambient textures and soft, breathy vocals, the song speaks of a love that feels destined—no matter how fragile or impossible it seems.

With cinematic stillness and emotional restraint, Ovalenz captures the quiet ache of surrendering to something greater than choice. This is not just about falling in love—it’s about letting go, and trusting what’s written in the stars.

For fans of Cigarettes After Sex, Japanese Breakfast, and Lana Del Rey.

🔗 Connect with Ovalenz:
📷 Instagram: instagram.com/ovalenz_id
🐦 Twitter/X: twitter.com/ovalenz_id
📘 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ovalenz/
📺 YouTube: youtube.com/@ovalenz_id
🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0dFgKplPAOvmVQpR60dxVc?si=AwGZrFuuSresnC9sn7dEGA
📨 Contact / inquiries: artist@lintanagsarecords.com

📌 Tags:
#Ovalenz #YourName #DreamPop #IndiePop #AmbientPop #NewMusic2025 #SoundCloudRelease #IndieIndonesia

Lintangasa Records

This is Fate

“Illusion” is a hypnotic dream-pop journey that glides between reality and fantasy. Layers of ambient synth, electronic bass, and ethereal vocals create a mysterious soundscape where love and memory blur into one. Perfect for fans of M83, CHVRCHES, and Purity Ring seeking a melancholic yet entrancing experience.

🔗 Connect with Ovalenz:
📷 Instagram: instagram.com/ovalenz_id
🐦 Twitter/X: twitter.com/ovalenz_id
📘 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ovalenz/
📺 YouTube: youtube.com/@ovalenz_id
🎧 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0dFgKplPAOvmVQpR60dxVc?si=AwGZrFuuSresnC9sn7dEGA
📨 Contact / inquiries: artist@lintanagsarecords.com

📌 Tags:
#Ovalenz #YourName #DreamPop #IndiePop #AmbientPop #NewMusic2025 #SoundCloudRelease #IndieIndonesia

Illusion

2025 07 03 Song 1143 

🌧️ After the Storm – a song about calm after chaos.
Smooth neo-soul textures meet mellow funk grooves, creating a space where reflection and hope gently collide.
Let the rhythm breathe and guide you through the remnants of an emotional downpour.

✨ Written, produced & performed by Jego and the Androids
🎧 Best experienced with headphones
❤️ Like, repost & share if it moved you

After the storm

A fragile confession from within the fog.
This track blends 432Hz-tuned handpan, cinematic hard piano, and alt-pop emotional intensity.
Built on distorted 808s, slap guitar bursts, and a voice caught between breath and collapse.

Whispered. Raspy. Haunted.
For anyone who's ever felt unseen but still breathing.

Still Here(English ver)

静かな雨の午後、心に響くのは、誰かの小さな一歩の音――
『雨音リフレイン』は、高校生になった琴音が、自信をなくしかけながらも前へ進もうとする“今”を綴ったバラードです
雨音とピアノの余韻、繊細な歌声が重なり合い、聴く人の心にそっと寄り添います。言葉の“間”に込められた想いが、あなたの記憶と重なるように
静けさの中にある、確かな決意を感じてください

この楽曲は、競馬企画【琴音高校生編】のイメージソングです
詳しい変化レポートは下記リンクから
https://note.com/quirky_moose6260/n/n0e6a1258698f

雨音リフレイン

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

This page runs on passion, not profit.
If the music gave you something – a feeling, a thought, a breath – you already gave back.

But if you feel like fueling more of it, every bit of support helps keep this sonic spaceship flying.

Thanks for being here. That’s rare enough.

Lintangasa Records is an independent record label from Indonesia, empowering original music and long-term artist growth. We prioritize transparency in copyright management and royalty tracking.

nothing. Even if I never become anyone. Still — I wanted to reach someone’s pain. What’s here are fragments of broken feelings, unanswered prayers. I just hope they reach someone who still can’t say “it’s over.” Throw your truth back at me — noise, ache, anything. I’m listening.報われなくてもいい。何者にもなれなくていい。 それでも私は、誰かの痛みに触れたい。 ここには、報われない祈りと、壊れた感情の断片。 誰かの「まだ終われない」に届くことを願って。 本音を、心のノイズを、コメントしてほしい。

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!

I’m a guy from Kinna, born in 1973, and I’ve loved music for as long as I can remember. I picked up playing at 17 and spent the 90s in a local garage band, having a lot of fun making music with friends.

These days, I mostly play at home for my own enjoyment. I listen to all kinds of music, as long as it speaks to me and has some feeling behind it. Music has always been a big part of my life, and it’s something I’ll never let go of.

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