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Lost In The Shadows

Curazed's latest release, "Fading the Light," paints a cinematic and emotional portrait of two lives intertwined by solitude and despair. Through piercing yet delicate lyrics, the song follows a girl wandering the dimly lit streets and a young man haunted by his past, leading to the moment their destinies collide. Melancholic melodies blend seamlessly with a dark, atmospheric soundscape, while the haunting refrain, "Fading the light tonight, tomorrow it will be fine," lingers between hope and despair. With deep blues and warm amber tones woven into its sonic texture, the track pulls listeners into its evocative narrative. Where does hope lie? Can the past be rewritten? Fading the Light doesn't just ask these questions - it subtly illuminates the way forward.

Fading The Light

imagine bjork playing guitar for a punk band in a dream you barealy remember 
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The Sunday Song

(The Sunday Song) #1 v2 Pixie Trail

первый и последний трек блять, закинул сюда из жалости, пойду дальше писать рокенций с группой

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Le onde cambiano, ma l'acqua resta la stessa. Frammenti di esperienze vissute con atmosfere riverberate.

MERCURIO

Imagine getting lost in Simmering because Google Maps died, your favourite band cancels their gig because the 71er tram is stuck, and someone accidentally mixes your beer with airport jet fuel — that’s basically this track. 🌫️

“Der Himmel über Simmering” is what happens when an ex-chillwave song breaks up with its own genre, moves into a crumbling Altbauwohnung near the Gasometer, and suddenly joins an indie rock × jangle pop × post-punk support group. It’s bleary-eyed at 3:12 a.m., staring at blinking runway lights, whispering to itself:
"I could fly… but nah… let’s stay another Tagesticket."

Think warm jangly guitars tangled in cold Vienna fog, basslines that sound like someone pacing around Zentralfriedhof at midnight, and drums that accidentally imitate the Flughafen-S-Bahn rhythm. Somewhere between Arena and Stephansplatz, between Schwechat and heartbreak, the song floats in that weird Vienna twilight where everything smells like rain, dust, and delayed flights.

Perfect for:
✈️ Missing your Ryanair flight on purpose
🍺 Drinking Ottakringer while pretending it’s an IPA
🕶️ Staring melancholically at a tram display stuck on “3 Minuten” for 15 minutes
🌫️ Googling “existentialism, but make it sexy”

Turn it up, open the Fenster, and let Simmering wash over you. Or don’t. It’s Simmering.

Lyrics:

Der Himmel über Simmering,
bleigrau, fast schwerelos,
Gasometer wie Schattenriesen,
der Wind trägt Staub von der Heide.
Zwischen Erdberg und Sankt Marx
verblassen die Nächte,
die Stadt schläft flach,
und alles fühlt sich langsam an.

Flugzeuge steigen irgendwo,
Lichter blinken durch den Dunst,
doch ich bleibe stehen —
am Rand der Welt.

Irgendwo dazwischen,
zwischen Startbahn und Stephansplatz,
zwischen Aufbruch und Zurück,
treibt mein Herz im Zwischenraum.
Irgendwo dazwischen,
verlier’ ich mich im Wind,
so nah am Tor der Welt,
und doch so weit von allem.

Arena flackert leise,
Zentralfriedhof im Dunst,
Straßenbahnen streifen müde
durch den Asphalt der Nacht.
Schwechat ruft von fern,
der Himmel riecht nach Regen,
und ich weiß, ich könnte fliegen —
doch bleib hier, noch einen Tag.

Leise Stimmen, ferne Lichter,
Wellen aus der Ferne wehen,
zwischen Wollen und Vergessen
atmet diese Stadt so schwer.

Irgendwo dazwischen,
zwischen Startbahn und Stephansplatz,
zwischen Aufbruch und Zurück,
treibt mein Herz im Zwischenraum.
Irgendwo dazwischen,
verlier’ ich mich im Wind,
so nah am Tor der Welt,
und doch so weit von allem.

Irgendwo…
dazwischen…
immer dazwischen.

Irgendwo dazwischen (Indie Rock Version)

Imagine if a French House banger got kidnapped by an indie band in jangly guitars and baritone melancholy. That’s this track: a cover where disco lasers became chiming strings, and the sweaty club was replaced by an awkward kitchen sink romance.

The lyrics are basically one long diary entry of a guy who panics when someone touches his knee, accidentally flirts like a Cold War spy, and rehearses love declarations in the bathroom mirror. It’s post-punk angst meets jangle-pop crush syndrome, with the emotional maturity of someone who frames ironic flowers because they don’t know what else to do.

Think: baritone vocals that sound like Joy Division’s Ian Curtis reading your group chat, guitars that sparkle like the last light in your ex’s window, and rhythms that dance like they’re too shy to actually dance.

So yeah—French House went to therapy, bought a second-hand leather jacket, and started humming about Netflix, cheese, and accidental stair routines. The result? This track.

Press play if you’ve ever:

Laughed too loud at a bad joke just to touch someone’s sleeve

Split the bill but not the feelings

Texted a heart emoji while pretending it was “just friendly”

Until you meet… see us again… and again… and again.

Lyrics:

Until we meet
See us again
I'll rehearse my love in the mirror again
You'll laugh too loud at one of my jokes then hug me like a nun in a trench coat cloak
Maybe next time one of us speaks or maybe we'll just invite the two we beat
See us again
I'll keep loving you like a very old

We split the bill like we split the truth
Flirt like spies in a kissing booth
You call me pal with your head askew
I choke on words and pretend it's dew
You touched my knee, oh was that fate
You laughed, I panicked, said great plate
Every look's a near confession wrapped in frieze and soft repression

Until we meet
See us again
Maybe your hand will hold mine then
Or maybe I'll choke and spill my drink then sink like love on a kitchen sink
If not same dance, same old refrain, you and your hoodie meet on sham
Till we meet
See us again
I'll love you quietly like it's not insane

We do the accidental stair routine
Then talk about cheese or a Netflix scene
Your playlist screams I want more than tea
But you say we're chill and giggle at me
I bring you flowers as a joke
You framed them up, no one spoke
Friends who text with heart emojis like passion's just one of our hobbies

Until we meet
See us again
I'll iron my soul and spray some zen
You'll smile like love's not in disguise and I'll nod like I'm not hypnotized
Maybe next time lips will move or maybe we'll just vibe
Until we meet
See us again
I'll miss your almost love

Amen

Until We See Us Again (Indie Rock Version)

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Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

It’s Maudredi.
Yes, I produce all my music
Yes, I play guitar and bass
Yes, I like sonic

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