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In a world that never stops moving, “Distant Stars” reminds us that calm is still within reach.
Soft synth pads, tape warmth, and gentle rhythm — crafted for quiet minds and wandering souls.

✦ Genre: Lo-Fi / Ambient / Cinematic Soundscape
✦ Download & use royalty-free for focus, study, or creative projects.

🌙 Solun — Where Stillness Speaks.

Solun – Distant Stars 🌌

KK Tribute is a 1:45 burst from the QuickServe world—written to the exact timer. It’s my nod to a certain video game’s cool tunes and lead-synth melodies that lived in my head for years and finally slipped out through subconscious inspiration. Like the rest of the QuickServe trio, this was a spur-of-the-moment capture I didn’t want to overthink. Born in the same creative week as Soft Down Math Vibes, it was always meant to complement the next release, QuickServe OG, and rotate inside the app’s three-track jukebox. I tried to ship it in the first build and kept breaking things; by QuickServe 2.0 it clicked right in. I still dream about adding more, but this one feels right—short, bright, and gone before you can overanalyze it. 🌌🍧

KK Tribute

Satin Smoke

Faded Memories

Lost Tape

Alright, here’s the deal: this track is what happens when existential poetry accidentally trips over a synth pad and falls face-first into a puddle of reverb. 🌧️

You think it’s just a chillwave tune? Wrong. It’s the emotional equivalent of standing outside a train station at 16:42, realizing you’ve met the love of your life, but she vanishes into the metro before you can even remember your own Wi-Fi password.

The bass hums like a tired streetlight.
The drums sigh like two coworkers who hate small talk.
And the melody? It flirts with you, then ghosts you like it’s still 2014 on Tinder.

This isn’t just music — it’s an urban mirage, a romantic glitch, a poetic traffic jam in lo-fi slow motion.
Play it when you’re staring out the window pretending your coffee’s an art film. ☕🎧

Because sometimes, love doesn’t leave a number.
It just leaves a timestamp: 16:42

Lyrics:

Outside the station, wind half-tired,
Streetlights hum, the day’s expired.
Two men trade their working sighs,
The air is thin, and reason lies.

Leaves drift slow, the ground half-wet,
Voices fade, but I can’t forget.
A sound — the stairs — a coat — the face,
And time forgets its place.

16:42 — just passing through,
October’s half-light, pale and true.
She caught my glance, and maybe knew —
Then vanished in the hue.

No reason there, no word, no plan,
Just motion meeting where I stand.
Her smile stayed longer than her frame,
The train arrived — it had no name.

And in the crowd’s dissolving tone,
I felt both seen and left alone.
The clock hands blinked — the day moved on,
But something lingered once she’d gone.

16:42 — the day rewound,
October whispered underground.
She smiled, the city made no sound,
Then nothing else was found.

16:42 (October Smile)

Ever wonder what would happen if existential dread and a weighted blanket dropped a chillwave EP together? 🛏️✨

This track is what your alarm clock hears right before you hit snooze for the 17th time. It’s lo-fi melancholy wrapped in 400-thread-count sheets, humming softly, “Not today, capitalism.” 💤

“The Light Leaks In” is that sacred moment between giving up and ordering coffee — when you realize your T-shirt from yesterday has officially achieved sentience and smells like nostalgia mixed with despair and a hint of fabric softener. ☕👕

It’s not sadness. It’s horizontal reflection.
It’s not laziness. It’s emotional minimalism.
And it’s not death. It’s extended buffering. 🌀

So light a candle, stare at your ceiling, and tell your pillow all your secrets.
Because sometimes the most productive thing you can do… is absolutely nothing.

Lyrics:

The light leaks in through broken blinds,
Another day I’ll leave behind.
My clock still ticks but I don’t care,
The room’s too quiet, thick with air.

I see my shirt from yesterday,
Still on the chair, won’t go away.
It smells like dust and small goodbyes,
Like someone else’s tired eyes.

Stay… stay…
Let the world just fade away.
Stay… stay…
I’m not leaving anyway.

Outside the cars keep rolling by,
Each one another alibi.
I should be one, I should be gone,
But I’ve forgotten how to dawn.

The pillow knows my every breath,
It hums the rhythm close to death.
And if the ceiling starts to pray,
I’ll tell it softly: not today.

Stay… stay…
Let the world just fade away.
Stay… stay…
I’m not leaving anyway.

No plans, no calls, no borrowed time,
Just heartbeat echoes out of rhyme.
I’m not depressed, I’ve just delayed —
The end feels warm, the bed well-made.

Stay… stay…
Let the noise dissolve to grey.
Stay… stay…
Nothing left to give away.

Stay

This one’s special. Same QuickServe philosophy: keep it tight at 1:45 and keep it tasty. Cosmic Phil slides in on a chill drum beat and bass line, then—boom—keys light up and start expanding. A haunting pad floats in with a little extra expression, and soon the arpeggiated digits start blurping like your brain reminding you it needs every piece of the equation. Then comes the equal sign—a wink that you’ve come and gone (and maybe practiced a little math along the way).

The QuickServe Pavilion in its first iteration depended on this track to get the cones spinning—hence the OG. It’s been with the app from the very beginning. I’m pretty sure I played parts on my actual computer keyboard. I thought about giving it a second go, making it longer or more “produced,” but honestly…it’s kind of perfect as is—short, sweet, vibey, done. Enjoy!

QuickServe OG

Ever wanted to feel like a sentient leaf who just realized autumn isn’t a vibe, it’s a breakup? 🍂 

Welcome to “End of the Road” — a chillwave journey where your fish pond goes from spa retreat to emotional ice rink in under four minutes.

Imagine you’re wearing a vintage sweater two sizes too big, holding a cup of herbal tea you don’t even like, watching the last dragonfly of the year apply for unemployment. That’s this song.

The synths shimmer like distant frost warnings, the bass hums like your neighbor’s snowblower at 7 a.m., and the beat gently reminds you that warmth was a temporary condition.

If you ever whispered “maybe I’m the fish” while staring into cold water, this one’s for you. 🐟❄️

Lyrics:

Early autumn...
Gold and green...
Still warm... still seen...
Then came the cold...
End of the road.

Fish pond shimmer — memory deep,
Water slow, the sky asleep.
Voices fade where dreams once flowed,
Every beat a lighter load.

Sun was soft, the air was kind,
Now the warmth is hard to find.
Wind keeps calling — empty tone,
Every step feels carved in stone.

Cold… end of the road…
Cold… story untold…
Cold… the silence grows…
Journey closed — nobody knows.

Footsteps sink in frozen dust,
Engines whisper, dreams combust.
All I knew dissolves in white,
Snow replaces sound and light.

Breath turns glass, heart turns still,
No more motion, no more will.
Love was here, it had to go,
Buried deep beneath the snow.

Cold… end of the road…
Cold… end of the road…
Cold… (echo fades…)
Only cold.

No before, no after now...
Only this... the frozen vow.
Fish pond... remedy...
You were the start of me.

But the road —
the road —
has gone to sleep.

Stillness speaks.
Frost replies.
The road has ended…
But the echo survives.

Cold

NEW ALBUM RELEASING SOON! (January 1, 2026) — stream JPS Grooves on all platforms or dive into fresh sketches here on SoundCloud. Even more music also under Kadeshavara.

I rebranded back to JPS Grooves because it’s simple — and because I love making music. This page is my sketch board: not every track is “perfect,” but they’re all for you. If one hits your soul or opens a new door, that’s the win.

Miles said, “It takes a selfish person to be original.”
So for you, I’m being selfish — chasing the sound all the way through. Enjoy it. 🙏

More: jpsgrooves.com • Also: yes, I write books and make musical math games (SnowCone MathFest). 🍧 Stay tuned!

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🌙 Solun | Where Stillness Speaks

We believe calm is a revolution.

In a world that never stops talking, Solun listens.

Here, silence has rhythm. Every sound is a breath. Every beat reminds you that peace is not escape, it’s arrival.

You don’t follow Solun. You return to yourself.

🎧 Join the quiet side of creation.

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!

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