This track is a South Asian fusion with lots of unusual vocal harmonies and orchestration. There are sound motifs and moving images to enhance the overall production.

In The Sandalwood Forest

[Intro]
ai.ce girls in da house...
Lets go!

[Verse 1]
Saw you once in the real-life frame
No Userprofile, just your name
No filters here, just silent blush
You've become my "offline crush"

[Pre-Chorus]
You said “hi” – my screen went blank
Felt like AOL in a dial-up clank
No need to swipe, no need to type
Just heart-to-heart, pure human hype

[Chorus]
"Offline crush", real-life spark
You light me up, reached my heart.
"Offline crush", you make it real,
I close the app to feel and heal
"Offline crush", it's all so clear
You’re the reason, I log out my dear.

Oh "Offline crush"
"Offline Crush"

[Verse 2]
You talk slow, but I feel fast
No character count just words that last
No cloud can store, the way you smile
I´m grounded now, just for a while.

[Pre-Chorus]
No signal bars, no typing dots,
Just you and me in coffee shops

[Chorus]
"Offline crush", real-life spark
You light me up, reached my heart.
"Offline crush", you make it real,
I close the app to feel and heal
"Offline crush", it's all so clear
You’re the reason, I log out my dear.

Oh "Offline crush"
"Offline Crush"

[Verse 3]
No status check, no last online
Just you and me beneath skyline
You’re not a link I feel it start
The warmth that comes without a chart

[Bridge]
You wrote your number… on a napkin.
No link. No tag. Just ink and hope.
Old school love? Feels brand new.

[Chorus]
Offline crush... (you’re not a glitch, you’re my design)
You crash my heart every single time

"Offline crush", real-life spark
You light me up, reached my heart.
"Offline crush", you make it real,
I close the app to feel and heal
"Offline crush", it's all so clear
You’re the reason, I log out my dear.
Oh "Offline crush"
"Offline Crush"
"Offline Crush"

OFFLINE CRUSH

So what happens when introspection is seen as self-sabotage? When any criticism, regardless of whether it's accurate (heaven forbid!), is seen as gaslighting? Well...you get the following...

Where’s my validation?
I need to hear I’m right
That when we fight it lingers
And keeps you up at night

Where’s my validation?
 I need to feel you care
 That even when I’m distant 
You’d still be waiting there

This is modern love
This is where we are
Learn to drown your feelings
Learn to hide your scars

Where’s my validation?
When life is getting tough
My ego needs a tender hand
Coz love is not enough

This is modern love
This is where we are
Learn to hide your feelings
Learn to love your scars

She said…
Where’s my validation?
She said…
Where’s my validation?
She said…

This is modern love This is what we learn Hold it all together Wait your time to burn

She said…
Where’s my validation?
She said…
Where’s my validation?
She said…
Love is not enough
She said…
Where’s my validation?

Validation

Let me disarm you…  
Lay down your weapons tonight…  

Marching hearts under heavy skies  
Steel in your voice, camouflage in your eyes  
Every step feels like a war inside  
But I just want the soldier you try to hide  

Your armor shines in the midnight glow  
But I can see the cracks below  

So drop your shield, release your aim  
No battle here, no need for pain  

Let me disarm you, strip away the fight  
Uniform of sorrow, falling in the night  
Lay your rifles down, let the silence through  
I’m not the enemy… I just want you  

Trenches built from the words you keep  
Bullets of silence cutting deep  
Every wall is a battlefield  
But love’s the flag I want revealed  

Don’t raise your guard when the sirens call  
There’s peace beneath it all  

So drop your shield, release your aim  
No battle here, no need for pain  

Let me disarm you, strip away the fight  
Uniform of sorrow, falling in the night  
Lay your rifles down, let the silence through  
I’m not the enemy… I just want you  

Grenades of anger, bombs of pride  
But I see the child you try to hide  
Ceasefire glowing in your hands  
Let’s surrender, no demands  

Let me disarm you, strip away the fight  
Uniform of sorrow, falling in the night  
Lay your rifles down, let the silence through  
I’m not the enemy… I just want you  

Let me disarm you…  
Disarm you tonight…  

Disarm you (Dream Pop reload)

He drives you home in his old car,
Smells like whiskey and cheap cigars.
You roll your eyes, I bite my lip,
Tell me, girl, don’t you notice it?

I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right,
He texts me back in the middle of the night…

I think your dad is kinda sexy,
You can watch if you feel messy.
Don’t be mad, it’s just a game,
But he moans when he says my name.
Yeah, your dad is kinda hot,
You can look, I don’t mind a lot.

He fixed the light in your bedroom hall,
Stayed too long, we kissed by the wall.
You call it gross, I call it fate,
Guess your mom was just too late.

He drives me wild, he makes me sweat,
I’m the best mistake he’s ever met.

I think your dad is kinda sexy,
You can watch if you feel messy.
Don’t be mad, it’s just a game,
But he moans when he says my name.
Yeah, your dad is kinda hot,
You can look, I don’t mind a lot.

Don’t call me crazy, don’t call me cheap,
He’s the only one I’ll ever keep.
At Sunday lunch, when he winks at me,
You’ll remember this melody.

I think your dad is kinda sexy,
You can watch if you feel messy.
Don’t be mad, it’s just a game,
But he moans when he says my name.
Yeah, your dad is kinda hot,
You can look, I don’t mind a lot.

Your daddy loves me more than you.

I think your dad is kinda sexy

Wedding china rattles, whispers break like glass

She parades in borrowed lace,
Press shots, sugar paste.
But the name she carved on that wristband tag
Scratches like claws from a paper bag.

Every crib bell rings familiar,
Like the jingle on my radiator.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Her smug smile smells of powdered skin,
But all I taste is the litter bin.
Behind the lullabies and staged applause,
I hear my tabby sharpening claws.

Every rattle’s got the same old sound,
Echo of paws still running around.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Baptism bowl or water dish,
Stealing names won’t grant her wish.
She plays the saint with a plagiarized crown,
But cats don’t kneel, they tear thrones down.

Copycat cradle—falling apart.
Copycat cradle—poor little start.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Forever branded with a borrowed fur,
I’ll keep the original—she’ll always be a blur.

Rattling dishes, silence bites back.

She called her kid like my cat

Metal hum, room is still

Oven blinks, says “done”
Bell screams, no one comes
Vacuum cries, floor is clean
Feeder drops, dog unseen

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

Washer shakes, spins my head
Fridge counts, what I fed
Clock ticks, faster beat
Printer shouts, no receipt

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

Static breath, plastic tone
I’m connected, still alone

Every signal pulls me near
Every beep is what I hear

I only talk to machines
Humans locked in algorithm dreams
I only talk to machines
No more flesh, just coded scenes

I only talk to machines

I don’t care about the fame
Or the money, or my name
All the whispers that they say
Fade away, they fade away

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

All the things that don’t exist
In the world, the universe
They don’t matter in the end
That’s a blessing, not a curse

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I’m not chasing what they chase
I just found my better place
I’m not running from the night
I’m just shining in the light

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I'm just happy (Pure Rock reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I'm a synesthete composer hears colors and sees sounds. I write on a global scale specializing in creating unique musical blends.

Started out as a drummer shortly after the last ice age. 

With the advent of electricity, I grew sick of being the guy who hung around with the real musicians, so decided to teach myself to write songs. 

Years later, and studio hours too numerous to mention, I've reached the point where I don't suck at it.

I do what I can with the engineering side, but due to some industrial deafness, there's bound to be things I miss. 4kHz? What the fuck is 4kHz? Ohhhh, right....that's the area that's buried in all that tinnitus!

This is the point where most bios will pad the writer's ego, inflating self importance...which I hate, but I'm human, so here's just a bit. Spent years playing sessions, mostly for bands you've never heard of but also for a heap of adverts you probably have. Learned lots of studio craft from some very talented people. Studied production with a Grammy Award-winning producer/engineer for seven years. 

And none of it means a hill of beans in respect to the following question: is the music good? If you think so, then little else really matters, does it?

I have three studio assistants. All are feline, and none of them like asparagus.

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