You were always like a door
leading me straight
to your storm
I was always on a stain
Growin in your veins
deep sores
You were always on your own

Can you take all the pain
that it was knit glued
that ain´t what I mean it to...

No one never really care
about you anyway
big fake hearts
You were always on your own

Can you take all the pain
that it was knit glued
that ain´t what I mean it to...

In memory of Laura Roveran

Written, performed, and produced by Matías G. Noordermeer (aka Roveran / Space Goblins), from the far south of the sphere.

🎧 Full album here → https://open.spotify.com/album/4I9St3K99IAWz9fvkKfT3X?si=Al-DI0a_QRSe_OAnsToxPw

Apple Music

Glued

Love in the Moon (Demo)

can i kick it (demo)

Can I Kick it? (Demo)

Live Wire (Demo)

Sonar

10 days left :)

LYRICS:
(@nevermoreboy)
And I’m gonna take you there one day
Don’t want you worry about a thing
I’ll dig my grave for you baby
As long as u’ll stay next to me
And I’m complicated, yeah I know 
I just want you and nothing more
Twilight skies on a little porch
Dilated eyes and I’m so so sure

It’s meant to be you
It’s meant to be me too
And I’m floating away
To a different place
With your body on mine 
Oh can I just say
I love you baby
And I hope you love me too
And I’m going crazy
Looking at where you slept in my room 
It’s okay baby I’ll see you soon:)

soon, baby

A hazy blend of alt-R&B and lo-fi rock with a performance-driven bridge. Feel That builds slow and personal, then punches through like a live set. For fans of raw vocals, stage energy, and emotional layering.

Dont Know Whats Wrong

“Jam the Jangle”
🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🎤 For fans of chaos, caffeine, and questionable solos

Ever wondered what happens when you let a band rehearse in a laundromat with broken amps and too many feelings? “Jam the Jangle” is your answer. It’s fast. It’s messy. It’s got more energy than a raccoon in a soda factory.

This isn’t just a song — it’s a mid-tempo meltdown.
Expect:
• Guitars jangling like a windchime in a tornado
• Lyrics that forgot their meds
• A drummer who swears this was all in 5/4
• And a front person who definitely studied “how not to front a band”

Perfect for:
– Headbanging in a library
– Moshing in your mind
– Or explaining to your ex why your band never made it (but should have)

🎶 Jam it. Twist it. Break up to it.
Because real music doesn’t care if it’s in tune — it just feels loud.

Lyrics:

You said we’d only play one song
Then plugged your dreams into the wrong amp all along
Your pick’s on fire, your strings are red
And I can’t feel my toes or head

The crowd's confused, the rhythm’s drunk
We built a bridge and blew it up in punk
You wore your sarcasm like cologne
And every chord turned into stone

🎶 Jam the jangle — twist it loud
Make it screech, make your parents proud
Jam the jangle — don’t hold back
Let the melody snap like a panic attack 🎶

The drummer’s lost, the bass is gone
You wrote a hook that lasts too long
But we keep playing, 'cause it feels right
Like biting dawn with neon spite

Our setlist’s inked in nervous sweat
No verse remembered — no regrets
You said, “Just follow my guitar”
I said, “Cool, but where you are is far”

🎶 Jam the jangle — smash it raw
Out-of-phase and against the law
Jam the jangle — break your fear
Let that tremolo bend your ear 🎶

This ain’t technique
This is sacred noise
A chorus of cracked wrists
And unemployed joys

🎶 Jam the jangle — twist it loud
Make it screech, make your parents proud
Jam the jangle — plug and play
Till the sky melts down and floats away 🎶

🎶 Jam the jangle… all the way 🎶
🎶 Jam the jangle… every day 🎶

Jam the Jangle

[verse 1]
 what if i said tht i want u
 wld u hear, wld u say the same thing
 or want me 2 disappear
 i dont wanna if it is not with u
 rotting inside my room dreamin of me n u

[verse 2]
 ik u dont care n u hate me so
 yeah i tried 2 make things better
 but whered it all go
 when it gets 2 hard 4 me
 i sit n i stare at u wanting other guys that sit over there
 


im a subhuman degenerate that will rope because u rejected me (wujek cover)

Stay Low

This one's for the overthinkers, the self-doubters, and the “yeah-but-it-wasn’t-that-hard” crowd.
🎸 A jangle pop / indie rock / post-punk anthem for everyone who downplays their own achievements — like fixing the sink without Googling it, or calling your mom after six months and pretending it was “no big deal.”

The guitars shimmer like sunshine on a half-painted wall. The bass grooves like it knows your secret feelings. And the vocals? Half deadpan, half love letter — calling you out with a smirk and a hug.

“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say.”
It’s more than a hook — it’s your emotional pep talk in disguise.

Perfect for walking home after doing something mildly impressive and pretending it didn’t matter. But it did. And we noticed.

Lyrics:

You said, “It’s no big deal, just fixed the sink”
Didn’t flood the place — you poured a drink
“You call that a win?” you laugh and sigh
But you didn’t even Google it, my guy

Burnt the toast, but made the eggs
Painted half the wall, missed both legs
You always say, “C’mon, that was lame”
But you're the only one who showed up to the game

Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say
Maybe it was dumb, maybe it was small
But you didn’t trip, you didn’t stall
So don’t pretend it meant nothing today —
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

You say, “It’s nothing — just called my mom”
But you haven’t dialed in six damn months
You fixed a fuse with chewing gum
Then said, “It’s temporary — I’m not dumb”

You found your keys in the freezer tray
Signed up for yoga, lasted one day
But I saw you try, and that’s the thing
You always joke, but you still bring

Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say
It ain’t about style, it ain’t about speed
You showed up when someone had a need
So don’t act like it was just cliché —
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

You laugh it off, you roll your eyes
But I know where the real you hides
In the quiet wins, the little fights
You keep on walking through the night

Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say
You won’t admit it, but I can tell
You did just fine — you did it well
So come on, own your weird ballet —
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

Anyway

Welcome to the emotional breakdown you can tap your foot to.

This is bittersweet indie rock for anyone who's ever been told “great job” and responded with a sarcastic grunt, only to cry about it later in the break room. A jangle pop shimmer wraps around a post-punk spine, while guitars sparkle like cheap champagne under flickering office lights, and the bassline grooves with the quiet confidence of someone who definitely read the manual twice.

Vocals? Conversational, like you're overhearing a genius complain to a vending machine.
Lyrics? Oh, just your usual mix of solder fumes, time loops, and existential microns.

🎸 Clean guitars twinkle with emotional repression.
🥁 Drums march like a to-do list with abandonment issues.
🎤 The chorus—“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway…”—is the sound of someone almost taking a compliment, then tripping over it.

This isn’t just a song. It’s a melodic sigh, a shrug in four-four time, a hug for the burnout romantics who still believe in precision, even if only to escape their feelings.

🔩 For the overthinkers.
📉 For the under-celebrators.
💔 For the blueprint poets.

“Why am I — always this guy?”
We don’t know, man. But your suffering sounds fantastic.

Lyrics:

My coat smells like solder and sleepless regret
I trace blue lines with a cigarette
The cleaner hums, the deadline leers
It’s Monday again — or is it next year?

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Staring down ghosts through a laser eye
Chasing one micron ‘til my soul goes blind
Clock hands spin but I stay behind
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m twenty-two in a thirty-zone 🎶

I talk to machines more than I talk to friends
I fix what’s broken — then break it again
Dreams dissolve in factory light
We build the stars, but forget the night

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Falling for rules I forgot to defy
Measuring worth in invisible lines
Living on graphs, avoiding the signs
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m still in the lab when the lights are gone 🎶

And we all said we’d change the world
Now we redraw specs and wipe the curls
Every win’s a softer fall
We miss the glitch, then fix it all

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Trapped in a dance where the beat won’t die
One micron left, one breath to take
A promise we never meant to break
My oh my — just leave me alone
I'm carving dreams into silicon stone 🎶

🎵 Just one micron wide...
Between the man I am… and the one I hide... 🎵

Why am I — always this guy?

Punkish song

Space Goblins (and Roveran) is an one-person project by Matías G. Noorder, creating from the far south of the sphere. All music, lyrics, and production by MGN. No AI involved — just old detuned guitars, a shitty voice, and some synths.

Space Goblins

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/2uYXcd8P0izjaAHyc2PJgM?si=Bwyjuy7iTbe2O2bxNp58CA

Roveran

https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/artist/1A20jGU7VIaC8pSjmOrZkZ?si=GJDeVg3TQhS4FPc-FoO6xA

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