Reflections ripple from a distance, blurring the boundary between thought and presence. A fragile consciousness moves between abstract memories and subtle interruptions, where silence carries its own hidden patterns. Sounds emerge like whispers from a mirror turned inward: fluid, luminous, and gently fragmented by time.

Glitched Narration

Clarity with No Origin

Weightless Identity

Post-Verbal Dreams

Mind Echo Chamber

Slow Geometry

Light of the Unspeakable

Cognitive Bloom

Holding the Air

🏴 Got Ba-Ba-Banned in Scot-Scot-Land – The Soccer Scientist
French House × Filter House × Satirical Groove Pop
Tempo: 123 BPM | Male Lead Vocal

They once danced in the World Cup spotlight — now even the Faroes give them trouble.
This is the story of a football sociologist from the U.S. who came to Scotland to understand the fall…
…and got banned everywhere he went.

Pubs. Libraries. Cafés. Football pitches.
Even a dog turned its back on him.

For everyone who still hears the echo of 1974…
…and grooves through football heartbreak like it’s a disco anthem.

🧠 Lyrics & Story: Written by a football romantic.
🎚️ Production: Think soft club bounce meets quirky academic heartbreak.
💽 Genre: French House / Filter House / Electro Pop Groove

LYRICS: 

Blue skies over Leith…
I came with questions.
But now I’m a ghost in the terraces —
Banned with affection.

Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
Didn’t mean harm, I just took a stand.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
All I said was: “What happened, man?”
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
No more tea, no cappuccino hand.
Just me and the mist and a coaching plan —
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land.

I asked why no one scores anymore,
Why the net stays still while the bagpipes soar.
Heard a whisper in a rainy square —
“Don’t speak that thought, don’t take it there.”

Silence in the stadium,
Rust in the stands.
But I opened my notebook —
And just like that…

Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
They blocked my login, erased my scans.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
Even got banned from the marching band.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
A scholar’s dream with a shakin’ hand.
Just one word and the pub went cold —
Got ba-ba-banned… but I still strolled.

Woooah-eh, nah-nah — let the synths breathe.
Pipes twirl, like ghosts in tweed.
Clap once for the golden days…
Clap twice for the goals they praise.

I got flagged at the coffee shop,
For askin’ if tactics ever stop.
They said, “We’ve got passion, and pride, and lore” —
But I just wanted to see them… score.

Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
From the pitch to the quiet librarian.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
Even that dog gave me the back of his hand.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
But I still love the sound of the fans —
And I still hum their anthem slow…
While I pack my bags, and let it go.

“Ba-ba-banned…”
“Scot… Scot… land…”

Got Banned in Scotland

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