Indie rock con guitarras entrelazadas, riffs brillantes y una base rítmica firme. Voces en español colombiano sobre una atmósfera urbana con toques melódicos y un sonido crudo pero limpio. Una canción sobre cercanía, chispa y luz en medio del ruido.

Manual para perder el bus

Luz de Ti

Sonido indie rock y garage revival con guitarras interlocking, riffs afilados y una base rítmica seca y precisa. Inspirada en las noches lluviosas bogotanas y en la vibra alternativa de Niños con Chompa. Voces en español colombiano, atmósfera urbana y un estilo crudo pero limpio.

Lluvia en los Cerros

💔✅ Track Description

So you thought love was eternal?
LOL. This song is here to kindly — and musically — push you off that delusional cloud and into the nearest public fountain.

This jangle-pop-indie-rock-post-punk chimera tells the timeless tale of someone who desperately wants…
less. Much less.
Personal space? Essential.
Eye contact? No thank you.
Hand-holding? Not without gloves and maybe a restraining order.

We’re talking cloudy futures, exhausted dreams, and enough passive-aggressive emotional honesty to power an entire IKEA lighting department.

If you’ve ever wanted a song that says:

“It’s not me… it’s definitely you.”

…then congratulations, this is your new national anthem.

Best enjoyed while:

Deleting old couple selfies

Returning their hoodie and stealing their shampoo

Staring into the void and whispering “I don’t adore you”

Dancing alone like a confused flamingo at a Cure afterparty

Guitars sparkle, bass lines sigh, drums mutter “I told you so.”
It’s romantic rejection wrapped in a sweet jangly melody — like being slapped in the face with a bouquet of daisies that cost €3.49 at Lidl.

Turn it up.
And remember:
Everything will change my love for you.
(Especially if someone hotter shows up.)

Enjoy 🌹🚪➡️

Lyrics:

If I had to live my life with you beside me
My days would feel so crowded
The nights would drag along
With you, no future ever looks so cloudy
I might have liked someone before
But never felt this weak

Our dreams are tired and we both know
They’ll take us where we never hoped
Don’t hold me now, don’t touch me now
I’d rather live my life without you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
The world may shift my whole life through
And everything will change my love for you

If the road ahead is far too simple
Your heart won’t lead the way for us
No guiding star
I won’t be there for you if you should need me
You’ll have to change it all
I don’t like you the way you are

Don’t come with me, don’t share the view
I won’t help you see forever too
Don’t hold me now, don’t touch me now
I’d rather live my life without you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
The world may shift my whole life through
And everything will change my love for you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
The world may shift my whole life through
And everything will change my love for you

Everything will change my love for you
You should’ve known by now I don’t adore you
One thing you can be sure of
I’ll always want much more than your love
Everything will change my love for you

Everything

Indie rock & garage rock revival con guitarras brillantes entrelazadas, riffs melódicos y un groove firme de bajo y batería. Producida con un sonido crudo pero limpio. Un retrato de libertad y juventud en Bogotá.

Olor a Libertad

Fusing the mechanical pulse of Electroclash with the raw grit of Desert Rock, "Pattern on the Wall" is a Garage Dance-Punk anthem for the end of the broadcast.

Built on vibrating basslines and static-drenched guitars, the track captures the tension of a signal breaking up. From the "hiss" of the television to the explosive, gang-shout choruses, it’s a high-energy rejection of the status quo.

Electroclash beats, desert grit, and dystopian anthems.

Conduit - Pattern on the Wall

This track is a raw, unfiltered reaction to loss. It’s about the moment when the headlines become personal, and the grief becomes too much to handle. "People are dying" explores the desperate urge to escape, to run and keep running, because the reality of the situation is driving you insane. It’s a scream for help set to a beat.

Style: Post-Punk Revival / Dance-Punk / Urban Indie

Conduit - People Are Dying

Beneath the energetic rhythms and quirky instrumentation lies a heartbreaking story of war and separation. "Two White Flag" juxtaposes an upbeat, syncopated musical arrangement with the tragedy of a world on fire. It asks the question "What are we fighting for?" while the clean, layered vocals deliver a plea for peace from the perspective of those caught in the crossfire.

Conduit - Two White Flags

Ever wondered what happens when indie rock panic meets post-punk denial and jangle-pop optimism?

Well… this track answers it:

👉 A person literally baking a cake during a fire alarm.

The whole world outside is going full “Doom & Gloom: Live Edition” —
sirens crying, neighbours screaming, smoke creeping under the door —
and our hero is standing there like:

“Yeah yeah, apocalypse, whatever — the crust needs two more minutes.”

This song is basically the spiritual successor of:

“This is fine.”

“I’ll panic later, I’m busy.”

“If the roof falls, at least the frosting slaps.”

It’s the anthem for anyone who has ever ignored a real problem
because something in the oven was at a critical emotional moment.

Expect:
🥁 jangle guitars that sound like your smoke detector having an existential crisis
🎸 indie-rock riffs that slap harder than the collapsing ceiling
🔥 post-punk energy that whispers: “buddy… you’re not okay, but the cake is”
🍰 and a level of chaotic calmness that should not legally be allowed

If the world ever burns again (give it 48 hours),
blast this track, grab a whisk,
and remember:

WORRY NEVER BAKED A THING.

Lyrics:

While the world was burning,
I was checking the oven light.
Everybody ran outside,
I just wanted the crust right.
Sirens screaming in the streets,
and I'm measuring flour like it’s peace.
Smoke is leaking under every door,
but hey — the batter needs a little more.

Maybe I should worry,
but worry never baked a thing.
Maybe I should hurry,
but hurry never made it sing.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might drop, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

The smoke turned into dancing ghosts,
cheering for the butter I added most.
Someone knocked and yelled: “Get out!”
But the batter rose — so I stayed devout.
There’s chaos on the news tonight,
but I’m beating eggs like I’m ready to fight.
Ash is falling like confetti rain,
and I’m greasing the pan to stay sane.

Maybe it looks foolish,
but foolish keeps me whole.
If life’s a burning building,
I’ll frost it with control.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might fall, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

Let the ashes fall, let the headlines scream —
I’ll stir the chaos into whipped-cream dreams.
If everything crumbles and nothing survives,
I’ll still bake sweetness into bitter lives.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the world collapsing like it means me harm.
Everyone’s running but I stay in place —
there’s magic rising in this metal case.
If the night goes dark, I’ll still stay warm —
in a kitchen storm, in a sugar-storm.
Yeah, the city can crumble, the sirens can whine —
I’ll be here baking —
the cake is mine.

Baking a Cake in a Fire Alarm

Ever wondered what happens when indie jangle guitars accidentally summon something ancient, weird, and way too sarcastic?

Yeah… me neither. But apparently this track does exactly that.

Some say it’s about statues coming alive at night.
Some say it’s about clay creatures with surprisingly good texting habits.
Some say it’s about two people who probably shouldn’t be awake after midnight, throwing riddles at each other like it’s a sport.

Nobody knows.
Nothing is confirmed.
Prague refuses to comment.

All we know is:
Guitars are jangling, drums are sprinting, somebody’s yelling “GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!” like it’s a fitness routine for mythical creatures… and in the middle of it, two voices argue whether stone people can flirt.

It’s cryptic.
It’s messy.
It’s suspiciously alive.

Hit play — and if anything starts moving behind glass… that’s between you and the Golem.

Enjoy. 😄🔥🪨🎸

Lyrics:

I told you ’bout the Golem
in that Prague toy shop at night,
standing there like a statue
under cheap fluorescent light.
And I teased you just a little,
said “maybe I look the same,”
but you laughed it off so easy —
guess I lost my monster game.

If you were made of stone
you’d be stuck behind that glass,
posing for the tourists
as the hours slowly pass.
Not texting me your riddles,
not sending clever sparks —
Golems don’t tease people
after midnight in the dark.

And no, we’re not legends,
but the fire feels real —
two strange people
with a strange little feel.

GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You’re no creature carved from clay —
you’re too alive to fade away.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You shake the night, you crack the stone —
you turn the myths into your own.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
Yeah, whatever this is… you rock.

Maybe I’m symbolic,
but only when I play —
a metaphor in motion
dancing through your day.
I like your slow reactions,
your “ahaaaaaaa” replies —
like dropping tiny comments
that crash into my skies.

Maybe you’re a mystery,
but never made of dust —
more like Prague at midnight
wrapped in magic, jokes, and trust.
If there’s a Golem here at all,
it sure as hell ain’t you —
I’m the one who freezes
when I try to read your clues.

GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You’re no creature carved from clay —
you’re too alive to fade away.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
You shake the night, you crack the stone —
you turn the myths into your own.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
Yeah, whatever this is… you rock.

“Still afraid I’m made of stone?”
“If you were, Prague would’ve claimed you already.”

GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
No clay, no dust, no ancient curse —
just two weird hearts in one verse.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
If Prague has monsters, let them stay —
you’re the spark that lights my day.
GO! GO! GO! GOLEM!
Whatever you are…
you rock.

Golem!

"How to Make the Best of Things" is a Slacker Rock anthem for the doomscrolling generation. Blending the angular guitars of Art Punk with the infectious rhythm of Dance-Punk and the grit of Lo-Fi Indie, this track turns a boiling pot of anxiety into a danceable groove.

Style: Slacker Rock / Dance-Punk / Art Punk

Conduit - How to Make the Best of Things

Garage rock con alma bogotana. Ruido, lluvia y melodías que se quedan.

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!

Conduit

Formed in 1989 as various other names until we settled on Conduit in the early 1990's. Started jamming in a chicken coop, recorded music on a 4-track reel-to-reel, evolved to digital technology, Cakewalk, Acid Loops, etc... in the 1990-2000's.

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