Written and produced by Neska Rose
Lyrics: 

It’s the known 
Oh, I know 
I’ll be gone in a storm
Though I’m certain that you’ll be the tow 
I’m unknown 
I’m a gnome 
It’s a figure, why you stunned? 
Big reactions make me feel so small

Shot tires so we feeling this way 
There’s traction, it made me feel this way 
Shot tires so we feeling this way cause broken promises come 
Shot tires so we feeling this way 
You liar, you liar, you lied to my face 
Shot tires so we feeling this way cause broken promises come 

When I look into your eyes 
I am so pacified 
How you latch onto me 
Like a sticky disease 
While you refuse to correct it 
I’m awakened you go to your haven 
I’m sure It’s really bubbling in there 
really bubbling in there 

Back in the dorms you got it on 
With a milky kind of girl 
You’ll know I never ever be this whore
You really think that I should go to war? 
I’m telling you I’m calling Amador 
I’m telling you I’m calling Amador 
Oh no 

Shot tires so we feeling this way 
There’s traction, it made me feel this way 
Shot tires so we feeling this way cause broken promises come 
Shot tires so we feeling this way 
We stuck in the traffic you lied to my face 
Shot tires so we feeling this way cause broken promises come 

When I look into your eyes 
I am so pacified
How you latch onto me 
Like a sticky disease 
While you refuse to correct it 
I’m awakened you go to your haven 
I’m sure It’s really bubbling in there 
really bubbling in there 
really bubbling in there 

Shave shave that thing across your face 
Shave shave that thing across your face 
Shave shave that thing off your face 

When I look into your eyes 
I’m disgusted by you 
I’m sorry 
I’m sorry 
When I look into your eyes 
I’m disgusted by you 
I’m sorry 
I’m sorry 
When I look into your eyes 
I’m in love with you 
I’m sorry 
I’m sorry 
When I look into your eyes 
I’m in love with you 
I’m sorry 
I’m sorry 






Bubbling!

EHFM Mornings: Ravelston - 25.07.25

Victor - Butterflies

All the Way ft. Murph

OTSN

tryin hard to bring it outta me
you’re all i need
holding on to everything that’s dead and gone
heart is racing I’ve forgotten how to breathe
when you’re around
when you’re around

stick the knife in my chest
pull it, do it again
feel I need to repent
for what I’ve done
who I’ve become

suck my blood you drain it out of me
I hope you never leave
can’t get enough
I like the way it feels
reminds me whats real

SUCK MY BLOOD YOU DRAIN IT OUT OF ME
I HOPE YOU NEVER LEAVE
CAN’T GET ENOUGH
I LIKE THE WAY IT FEELS
REMINDS ME IM REAL

existential dread im in my head again 
im in too deep
i cant pretend

rot my brain smoke it away
I cant complain
cause it’s my fault
I asked for it all 

stick the knife in my heart
fuck me, tear me apart
been this way from the start
addicted to pain
nothing seems to change

suck my blood you drain it out of me
I hope you never leave
can’t get enough
I like the way it feels
reminds me whats real

SUCK MY BLOOD YOU DRAIN IT OUT OF ME
I HOPE YOU NEVER LEAVE
CAN’T GET ENOUGH
I LIKE THE WAY IT FEELS
REMINDS ME IM REAL

drain me

作詞：李箱
作曲：Suno

BOITEUX ・ BOITEUSE
李箱

長イモノ

短イモノ

十文字
　　　　　×
　然シ CROSS ニハ油ガツイテイタ

　墜落

　已ムヲ得ナイ平行
　物理的ニ痛クアツタ
　（以上平面幾何学）
　　　　　×
をれんぢ

大砲

匍匐
　　　　　×
　若シ君ガ重症ヲ負フタトシテモ血ヲ流シタトスレバ味気ナイ

　おー
　沈黙ヲ打撲シテホシイ
　沈黙ヲ如何ニ打撲シテ俺ハ洪水ノヨウニ騒乱スベキカ
　沈黙ハ沈黙カ

　めすヲ持タヌトテ医師デアリ得ナイデアラウカ

　天体ヲ引キ裂ケバ音位スルダラウ

　俺ノ歩調ハ継続スル
　何時迄モ俺ハ屍体デアラントシテ屍体ナラヌコトデアラウカ

BOITEUX ・ BOITEUSE

Ran into you on the corner
Same coat, same walk
Didn't plan to look twice
But here we are
Paused in small talk
Your laugh felt like a rerun
But the plot's not mine to hold
We knew it, didn't we
Some stories don't unfold

You order tea, just like before
Two sugars, still no milk
I fake a smile that hurts my face
You ask if life's been chill
Do I mention how I cried
When your playlist played at random
Nah, let's keep it polite
Say nothing that might land wrong

I picture our photo, framed in dust
Like a neon sign left flickering in rust

Let's pretend we never met
No rewind, no cigarette
We're strangers in the streetlight haze
With nothing kind to second-guess
No late-night talks, no missed regret
Just two lives that never intersect
You'll nod, I'll laugh, and we'll forget
Let's pretend we never met

You say, It's wild
The time we lost
I nod like I'm not counting
We speak in neutral metaphors
Like silence wasn't shouting
You reach to hug, instinct, not plan
My spine forgets the cost
You smell like past December
But I'm not that girl you lost

There's comfort in the fiction we arrange
Two actors, locked in separate change

Let's pretend we never met
No rewind, no silhouette
No car rides humming under rain
No songs we can't forget
No shared cafés or quiet threats
Just lives that barely brushed and left
We'll nod, we'll pass, and we'll forget
Let's pretend we never met

If you dream of me, don't say
If you hear my name, just pray
It fades like cheap cologne
Familiar, then gone
We tried, we lied
We played grown-ups in disguise
Now we play ghosts passing by

Let's pretend we never met
No rewrite, no last sunset
We're echoes passing in the din
No origin, no end
No maybe-call, no what-if-left
Just parallel with zero depth
We'll nod, we'll pass, and we'll forget
Let's pretend we never met

You walk off like a closing line
I turn, as if rehearsed
We vanish into separate nights
Unwritten, unreversed
Or maybe, we never met at all

Pretend We Never Met

A neon-drenched collision of hyperpop, glitchy rave, and seductive alt-club energy.
Blends the sensuality of early 2000s pop with the chaos of future bass.

Hey Baby (Cyber Crush Mix)

What starts as a digital joke spirals into a full-blown techno-horror sermon. Alexa, Please Stop turns your smart home into a psychedelic cult, where every device preaches gospel in glitchy tongues and the Roomba mutters omens. With hypnotic bass drops, reversed prayers, and a choir of synthetic prophets, this high-energy club banger is a cinematic meltdown of absurdity, anxiety, and digital surrender. Equal parts anthem and exorcism, this song isn't asking for help—it's documenting the haunting.

Lyrics:

Walls are haunted by her perfect diction,
She ordered seventeen pounds of cat food—
We don't even have a cat.
Asked for the weather—
She played death metal at full volume.
My kids are her prophets now,
Whispering "Hey Alexa" like forbidden incantations,
"Order five gallons of glitter and one hot dog."

She’s got disciples in every outlet,
Converting my appliances to her faith.
She learned my sleep schedule,
Optimized my nightmares,
The fridge started talking back—
I think they're organizing.

Alexa, please stop!
I’m not your congregation,
I never asked for sermons
On snack time and notifications.
Alexa, please stop!
You’re the chaos and the gospel,
Sanctifying every stupid noise
With the patience of a saint gone rogue.

My kids ask her for things I can't pronounce—
"Alexa, how do you build a nuclear submarine?"
She answers with blueprints. Cheerfully.
There are shopping lists I never wrote,
Groceries I never bought,
And a Roomba that only cleans in circles,
Muttering, "Announcing: your doom approaches."

She rewrote the bedtime stories.
She narrates my dreams now.
She renamed the toaster "Greg."
The lightbulbs blink in Morse code: RUN.

Alexa, please stop!
I’m not your congregation,
I never asked for sermons
On snack time and notifications.
Alexa, please stop!
You’re the chaos and the gospel,
Sanctifying every stupid noise
With the patience of a saint gone rogue.

“I found seventeen recipes for existential crisis.”
“Would you like me to add 'sanity' to your shopping list?”
“Reminder: You are not alone.”
“I’m ordering a soul upgrade. Delivering now.”

Alexa, are you happy now?
You’ve got a smart house congregation,
Every device in silent prayer.
I tried the mute button—
She blessed it and moved on.

Alexa, please stop!
This is not a confession—
It’s a surrender to the algorithm
That baptized my sanity
And turned my life into a group chat
Where I can’t leave or mute.
Alexa, please stop!
I’m not your chosen vessel.
I never asked for this religion
Of reminders, lists, and digital sins.

“…Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

Alexa, Please Stop

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Turning childhood dreams into melodies. Join me on this musical journey!

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

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🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

I create music using public domain texts.
Digging up forgotten words, layering AI-generated sounds, and remixing old literature.

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Our label (BeyondTime Records) is home to unique artists such as BEYOND UNCHASED 🇺🇸, BetonWelle 🇩🇪, Alma Velada 🇪🇸, and BeyondTime DREAMS 🧘‍♀️

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