MelancholicRock,  hauntingsynths,  pulsatingrhythm,  dynamicguitars,  emotionalcrescendos,  softfalsettoinverses,  powerfulbeltinginchorus,  reverb-drenchedvocals,  echo,  syncopatedbeats

Biggest Dreamer

Wandering

Wandering Thoughts

Where Am I Really

Recurring Dream

A rock song that weaves moody bass lines and heartfelt vocals with an undercurrent of raw emotion—like catching a glimpse of the silent battles we all fight inside.

Divided we stand (Insane. Part One)

батинытапки type beat

July Everydays

Montenegro type beat

рельсы

шашлычкии

вишневаябалтика

глаза

стёкла

Right soul, wrong year.
Two Variables is a melancholic alt-pop ballad about mistimed love, elegant regrets, and the cruel precision of emotional math.
From the official soundtrack to “Tutte le favole per bambini cresciuti”, an illustrated short story collection (Italian edition), available now on Amazon.

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Two variables

🎧 Track: Blonde in the Blackburn Shirt
Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
Mood: Melancholisch • Ironisch • Bittersweet • Literarisch
Tempo: Midtempo (~90–100 BPM)

A jangly, bittersweet tribute to the kind of girl who breaks you with nothing but a glance and a football shirt.

Glittering guitar riffs collide with dry, punchy drums and a melodic bassline straight out of an 80s UK indie B-side. Baritone vocals trace a poetic obsession — a blonde phantom in the home stand, wearing Lewis Travis' number like it’s stitched to your fate.

This is romantic melancholy in floodlight blue, built from chip-shop queues, cider nights, and the existential loneliness of chanting for love that never turns around.

📍 Inspired by outsider culture, matchday myths, and the beautiful futility of wanting what won’t wave back.

“She don’t wave, she don’t flirt — but she’s killing me in that shirt.”

Lyrics:

Queued for chips — she skipped the line
Smiled like sin, boots laced fine
Ponytail snapped like a crossbar kiss
Blonde flash in a working-class myth

She don’t cheer — she testifies
When Travis scores, she doesn’t sigh
I mouth the chants, but I’m not there
I’m tangled in the flood of her hair

She’s got strut like floodlights hum
Late game chill — I come undone
27 stitched to her back
And I collapse — straight through the cracks

Blonde in the Blackburn shirt — oh God
Moves like regret in a hometown fog
She don’t wave, she don’t flirt
Still, she ruins me in that shirt

Blonde in the Ewood row — so close
I’m two seats deep in silent hope
She’s got poise, she’s got verve
Blonde in the shirt — more than I deserve

Burger van smoke, her voice cuts clean
Curses fouls like a matchday queen
“Southern ref’s a joke,” she says
Still flawless in that cheap terrace haze

I saw her tagged in someone’s snap
Pub light, chant night, cider laugh
She’s not a dream, she’s pitch and breath
And I’m a poet choking on regret

She don’t pose, she don’t play
Just shatters hearts each Saturday
Number 27, pride and curse
And I’m the first… to write this verse

Blonde in the Blackburn shirt — oh God
Moves like a sigh in a packed old sod
She don’t wave, she don’t flirt
But I’d trade my soul for that shirt

Blonde in the Ewood glare — no lie
She’s pure midwinter in July
She’s got grace, she’s got nerve
Blonde in the shirt — more than I deserve

She’s not famous — not online
But she walks like clockwork misaligned
Every lad writes her name in chalk
She don’t reply — she just walks

Blonde in the Blackburn shirt — oh yeah!
Burns like a flare in the match-day air
She don’t wave, she don’t flirt
But she’s breaking blood in that shirt

Blonde in the home stand crush — so near
I’d buy a scarf just to breathe her sphere
She’s got rhythm, she’s got nerve
Blonde in the shirt — more than I deserve

Blonde in the shirt…
She don’t know…
She just hurts…

Blonde in the Blackburn Shirt

🎸 Welcome to my musical journey! 🎶

Hey there, music enthusiasts! I'm Oz a hobbyist musician who's been strumming the strings of my guitar since my teenage years. Music has always been my passion, weaving its melodies through every chapter of my life. From the intricate rhythms of Oriental music to the rebellious energy of pop-punk, the timeless allure of blues, the groove of funk, and the nostalgia of electronic sounds from the '80s and '90s, I find inspiration in a diverse array of genres.

For me, music is more than just sound – it's a language of emotions, a canvas where I paint my feelings and experiences. The power of music to evoke and express emotions never ceases to amaze me. Being part of this vibrant community here on SoundCloud fuels my creative drive and pushes me to explore new sonic landscapes.

As the legendary Bob Marley once said, "One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." So join me on this musical voyage, where we'll dive deep into the ocean of melodies and rhythms, sharing moments of joy, introspection, and everything in between.

Let's make some noise together! 🤘

Skufferland is a London-based project crafting soft, melancholic pop for those who feel too much and say too little.

It started with two cups of tea, a tangle of guitar cords, and a broken promise.
Now it’s just soft synths, fragile hooks, and voices that don’t ask to be heard — but stay with you anyway.

Independent storyteller blending sound, emotion, and experimentation. Exploring the borders between melody and meaning — one track at a time.
For more info: https://vzzncl.info

I share my feeling with music generated by AI.

bandcamp:https://kim08.bandcamp.com

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