Ship on the Ocean” is a deeply emotional and poetic ballad that captures the quiet unraveling of love. Set against a backdrop of vast, open seas, the song uses maritime imagery to explore the loneliness and uncertainty that come when connection fades.

With a gentle melody and introspective lyrics, it paints the picture of two hearts once aligned — now like ships slowly drifting apart in fog. It’s about silence replacing words, distance replacing closeness, and the ache of watching love disappear over the horizon.

For anyone who’s ever whispered goodbye without speaking a word.

Ship on the ocean

"Words on the Skin" is a poetic exploration of how the words we hear, speak, and feel leave invisible marks on our bodies and souls.

This song blends intimacy and reflection, carried by soft melodies and lyrical depth.

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There are words upon my skin
Etched in ink from voices within
Needles carved them deep and true
Wounds that speak of me and you

They wrap me like a second coat
A tale beneath each line you wrote
A secret script the soul can see
Whispered scars that made me, me

Words on the skin, they never fade
Through joy, through fire, through love and hate
Some are sharp, some bring us peace
Some never let our hearts release
But in their echo, we remain
Branded by sorrow, love, and flame

On your skin I see them too
Traces of the voice I knew
Colors tangled, bold and bright
Dancing softly in the light

Faces, signs, and silent names
Initials burned like gentle flames
Some make sense, some never will
But still, they speak—they’re living still

Words on the skin, they never fade
Through joy, through fire, through love and hate
Some are sharp, some bring us peace
Some never let our hearts release
But in their echo, we remain
Branded by sorrow, love, and flame

There are words that we regret
Others earned, we won't forget
Some are cruel, but some are kind
Some we carry in our mind

A word with touch, a warm embrace
A look that time cannot erase
Our stories inked in silent cries
A ship of flesh that never lies

Words on the skin, they never fade
They bloom in light, or rot in shade
Let cursed tongues now speak in grace
And turn this pain to soft embrace
Words, be fire that lights the way
And heal the wounds of yesterday

Words on the Skin

Hot night. A quiet float into memory, distance, and time that no longer flows.
"Twenty-Two Dreams" is a nocturnal dream-loop — minimal, melancholic, and soulfull. Written in the heat of a sleepless night, it traces the soft collapse of waiting, remembering, and endlessly looping back to the one heartbeat question:

“Where are you?”

This is a track for late hours, faded lights, and the space between love and loss.

22 Dreams


"Someone I Never Asked" by Dr. Elliot Lach is a song about identity, illusion, and the quiet heartbreak of loving someone who kept changing to be what they thought you wanted—never realizing they were enough from the start. With emotionally raw verses and a chorus that pleads for authenticity, the song explores how self-erasure in the name of love can end up leaving both people lost. This track blends vulnerability with sharp poetic insight, offering a mirror to anyone who's ever loved someone wearing a mask.

Someone I Never Asked

🎧 Track: Hungarian Britpop on the Rise
🎸 Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM · 🎹 Key: E Major
🎭 Mood: Melancholic • Grey • Nationally Poetic • Ironically Catchy

What do you get when you mix overcast skies, secondhand shoes, and a bitter nostalgia for Friday that never came? You getHungarian Britpop on the Rise — a melancholic midtempo anthem for anyone who's ever waited for a tram that didn’t stop, or a future that forgot your name.

Starting with cold coffee and Keleti train station blues, this bilingual daydream spins through Budapest’s crumbling poetry and post-socialist sarcasm — in Hungarian verses that stare into puddles and English choruses that jangle like Morrissey after two Unicum shots.

The guitars? Sparkling and passive-aggressive.
The bassline? Moody with a hint of paprika.
The vocals? Baritone and bar-tab overdue.

💬 “We sing in shoes we can’t afford / With hearts that beat like minor chords.”
Yes. Yes we do.

Perfect for:
– Walking the Nagykörút with no destination
– Crying in a discount grocery store
– Feeling emotionally ambushed by British guitar on Hungarian radio

So grab your raincoat (preferably yellow), whisper a political complaint into the fog, and press play.
Because some anthems don’t rise — they trudge proudly through puddles.

⚠️ Side effects may include: unplanned nostalgia, ironic foot-tapping, and brief, beautiful flashes of national poetic dignity.

Lyrics:

A Keleti peron hideg volt ma
Egy kávé, két perc, és a csend szól haza
Az emberek néznek, de senki sem lát
Minden arc egy másik hibás világ

A zsebem mély, de nincsen pénz
Csak egy régi sláger, ami bennem ég
A bolt előtt kutyák nyújtóznak
És a remény már csak árnyékban lak

A rádióban brit gitár
De az eső nem kér, csak megvár
A múlt dalol, a jövő vak
És én csak állok, mint egy parkban hagyott plakát

Grey skies… Naughty flies…
And Hungarian Britpop on the rise
We sing in shoes we can’t afford
With hearts that beat like minor chords
Oh Budapest, you almost shine —
With just enough hope to blur the line

A Nagykörút fáradt délután
Két láb, három hiba, semmi tánc
Egy lány elmegy, kabátja sárga
És a villamos szíve már nem várja

A házak suttognak, de túl halk
A múlt nem szép — csak megszokott
És minden nap egy régi lemez
Ami ugyanúgy karcol, de már kevesebb

A dohányboltban nincs vigasz
Csak SMS-hiteles nyomor-laz
A gitár sír egy brit refrént
És én álmodom egy másik péntekért

Grey skies… Naughty flies…
And Hungarian Britpop on the rise
We dream in queues, we laugh too late
And love like trams that never wait
Oh Pest-side rain, you blur the eyes —
But still we jangle through your lies

Nem kell refrén, csak egy zaj
Ami tudja, mit felejt a zaj
Egy üres kocsma, egy hamis dal
És valaki, aki még hinni akar

Grey skies… Naughty flies…
And Hungarian Britpop on the rise
We toast to nights that feel like blur
And sing too loud for who we were
Grey skies… and factory sighs…
Hungarian Britpop never dies

Hungarian Britpop on the Rise

“Words on the Skin” is a poetic exploration of how the words we hear, speak, and feel leave invisible marks on our bodies and souls.

This is the second version of the song — a refined, deeper take that I hope brings out more emotion and clarity than the original.

Blending intimacy and introspection, it’s carried by soft melodies and thoughtful lyrics, like a quiet echo beneath the skin.

Words On The Skin V2 (Rework)

🔥 “That’s How We Love” – Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk heartbreak for emotionally gifted pyromaniacs.

Ever tried to hug someone so hard you both fell apart like a poorly-assembled IKEA chair? That’s this song.

💔 What’s inside?
– Guitars jangling like nervous confessions in a therapy group
– Lyrics stitched together from burned journals, broken promises, and one very poetic paper cut
– Drums that sound like your inner child screaming into a pillow
– And yes, a chorus that kisses you, then ghosts you, then comes back with an apology playlist

🎯 Perfect for:
– Crying in your bathroom mirror and rating your tears by aesthetic
– Loving too much and explaining it with astrology
– Whispering “I’m fine” like it’s a punk anthem

🛠️ You’ll hear the sound of holding on too long, letting go too late, and calling it growth because your therapist said so. Also: velvet scars, busted spoons, and doves that need a union rep.

This is romantic damage, wrapped in guitar reverb and poetic delusion.

✨ Go ahead. Press play.
Ruin your day... beautifully.

Lyrics:

That's how we love
With cracked up hands and crooked grace
Serve it hot then leave no trace
We sip the spark, we bruise the bloom
And call it love
(Hey)
Still call it love

Giving hurt when hearts are thin
We pass the light but bleed it in
No roadmap here, no cruel intent
Just echoes moving through cement
We try to hold, not break apart
But holding tight can crack a heart
We meant the warmth, not all this sting
But even doves can lose their wing
To give it all
And take it back
To fill a soul
And leave a crack

That's how we love
With busted spoons and velvet scars
It starts with hope, ends behind bars
We drink the burn, we taste the gloom
And call it love
We still call it love

Like ink we drop in open seas
We drift through warm uncertainties
We hold the light then let it fall
Walk barefoot through the broken all
To breathe a risk, to speak a flame
A smile can sting, a glance can maim
But what's the game to never leap
Or dive through fire and swim in deep
Don't fear the bruise
It's how we heal
Don't blame the taste
It made it real

This is our way
To give, to fall, to still return
To love through ash, to breathe and burn
To risk the scar, to call it bliss
A maze of grace we can't resist

That’s How We Love (Indie Rock Version)

Paris ne tombera jamais. Un cri de résistance et de liberté.
No surrender. The future is ours, the revolution is now.
Aujourd’hui, c’est la libération.

Paris will never fall. A cry of resistance and freedom.
No surrender. The future is ours, the revolution is now.
Today is liberation.

All Links : https://linktr.ee/worldcollage

Paris Ne Tombera Pas

🍪 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

"The Rhythm Of Love" is a dreamy, poetic song about how our thoughts and memories drift and soar like birds through the quiet of the night. The song explores finding peace, hope, and love in gentle moments - where dreams, memories, and the present blend together. Through dance, connection, and soft rhythms, even sorrow transforms into song. It’s a journey through nighttime calm and starlit skies, where two souls find harmony and happiness in the lightness of their thoughts. Listen and let your thoughts take flight!


The Rhythm Of Love

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.

Hi everyone! ❤️

I have a passion for music, and I write songs. 
I had a large box filled with songs, and now I am in the process of bringing them to life through music. Many of my songs are inspired by life itself and love – both its beautiful and challenging moments.

Although it may sound simple, it’s not always the case. Completing a song can take days or even weeks. I use a mixing console, which I bought a few years ago, to create remixes and remove distracting elements like noise and heavy bass, making the songs more enjoyable to listen to.
Currently, I am working on training an AI music program in Danish for an old acquaintance, while also taking advantage of my freedom to transform both my old and new songs into music.

I am aware that my music will not appeal to everyone. Music is a personal experience, and there will likely be some who don’t like my songs – or even me. That’s something I can live with.

Do you want to criticize? You are welcome to share your thoughts about my music or me. However, I only accept constructive criticism; other forms of criticism will not receive a response.

I hope you enjoy the songs.

TSIM DJ'I❤️
Sandor

Word Collage, as its name suggests, is a sonic and musical collage, a mix of styles, rhythms, sounds, languages, voices, and lyrics, without any specific profile or defined style. It's spicy music.

This sonic blend is created by Miguel Paredes, a highly respected musician and producer with an extensive career, having worked with groups like Caradefuego, Chambao, Efecto Mariposa, Danza Invisible, and Javier Ojeda, among others.

The second piece of the mini puzzle comes from José María Paredes, aka Pepepar, a restless enthusiast of everything, a multidisciplinary soul who has also actively participated in numerous artistic projects.

Together, like Yin and Yang, they represent two opposing yet complementary forces—interconnected and present in all things—shaping their unique, personal global collage.

Enjoy the mix!

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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