What’s the point of wealth
If your heart’s not well?
They say “buy to feel” –
But I just feel unwell

Everyone’s rushing to upgrade their lives
But no one knows what living means
New screens, same silence
More likes, less guidance
I dream of dirt under fingernails
Of wind that don’t come with price tags
They laugh when I talk of peace
Like it’s some antique disease

More and more machine
Less and less of me
We build to save time
But spend it all online
Where’s the touch that heals?
Where’s the truth that feels?
We’re running on empty
Just to keep the lie clean

Tell me — what’s friendship if I bleed and you blink?
What’s love when it’s traded for dopamine syncs?
I talk — you scroll.
I cry — you ghost.
You post about healing
But I’m the one close
To breaking, bending, faking grace
Just to keep up with this hollow race
And up top they sip champagne,
While we dig through debt and blame

More and more machine
Less and less of meaning
We simplify the soul
Then monetize the feeling
Where’s the fire? Where’s the fight?
Why do we sleep through the night?
Dreams outsourced to code
While our stories erode

They told us tech would set us free
But I just feel more lost in me
We automate, we fabricate
And still, we starve for something real

Where are we going — does anyone know?
They say the universe keeps letting go
Galaxies drifting, space expanding
And I swear it’s the same with us —
Connections thinning, hearts disbanding
Can we even see each other now?
Through glass and glare and silent feeds?
We’re becoming ghosts of what we need

Matrix? Maybe. Soon enough.
All I know is: I’ve had enough.
Of tech. Of toil. Of standing alone.
Of talking to screens instead of a home.
I want a world where hugs replace goals
Where time moves slow and eyes still hold

I demand an end to work and tech
An end to the lonely, the cold disconnect
I want love that’s not on sale
And hearts that speak without email
I can’t be the only one
Who misses warmth and honest fun
I know I’m not – I know we feel
That what we’ve lost was once so real

More and more machine
But I still bleed
I still long
I still need
Not wires – but warmth
Not likes – but light
Not noise – but meaning
Not fights – but life

So shut it down
Just for a night
Let’s be human
Let’s be right
If this world won’t bend
Then I’ll start the break
I won’t go numb
For progress’ sake

But I still believe
There’s something real
If we choose to see

@zophrenia

More and More Machine

Paper Planes and Parabolas ✈️✨
A delicate song about hope, letting go, and the quiet beauty of imperfection.
Folded dreams, gentle arcs, and the courage to throw again.

Stream the track, share it with someone who needs a little lift, and don’t forget—
Even paper hearts can catch the wind.

🎧 Listen now and float with us.

Pocket of Sky

Paper Planes and Parabolas

Hear No Evil is a critique and social commentary wrapped in a synth-laced storm. A dark, melancholic pop track that blends arpeggiated synths, heavy drums, and raw vocals to explore how online algorithms, advertising and dark actors hijack attention and distort truth.

Scrolling, scrolling
Brain rot
Neurosis
A story about something emotive

Inject this crap
Stick on this patch
You're fat
Pay us some money and we’ll fix you

You’re too thin
Ugly as sin 
Damaged, inadequate
Not making nearly enough money

So pay us money and we’ll fix you
Cos you will never be enough
You’re never enough

(Hear no evil, see no evil)

Hear No Evil
See No Evil 
Put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
Put my hands on my mind

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
And I feel no fear

It makes no sense at all
So let’s not go there 
Let’s turn away…
So come on let's fly away
To somewhere beautiful and blue

I can’t help it
I’m just human
Won’t you take my fire tonight?

Tell me something
That I’m thinking
You know me
Better than I do…so

Harvesting data, manipulate behaviour,
Who are we really? When you strip it all away?
Authentic self-expression lost in a haze.
What would we think?  If we stripped it all away? 

A mind’s a commodity
Identity suppression
Seeped in ideology
Screen time addiction
Dopamine hit
Tribal mind asphyxiating
Killing all joy and normal maturation

Darkness on the web
Technology-enabled
Cuckoo-ing minds
With covert intentions

Grounds to drop mortars
On our sons and daughters
All in a day’s work
Now to bed with a cocoa

Cos there’s blood on their hands
Then their c*ck's in their hands
Vacant expression whilst pumping out rounds

Headed for the ground 
Like the rest of us
But already rotting 
Just a carcass

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
Put my hands on my mind

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
And I feel no fear

I’m desensitised
This indifference 
I close my eyes
Keep my distance

Compartmentalise
I look away
This indifference is
Is self protection

My eyes wide shut
To manipulation
I’m not sure how 
This all applies to me

Cos I know I that I’m
Not infallible 
And that my mind it is 
Someone else’s prize... so…

It makes no sense at all
So let’s not go there
Let’s turn away…
Come on and fly away
To somewhere beautiful and blue

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
Put my hands on my mind

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
I put my hands on my eyes
Put my hands on my ears
And I feel no fear

2 Aug 35

Hear No Evil

Living life through screens
Bright light holding all of your dreams
Crash and burn I want your soul
Oh, we own you, don’t you know?

Looking at you, oh looking at me
Always watching, you

Cos clicks equals likes
And likes equals money
Created for your pleasure
Hour after hour
Agitate, manipulate
Are you irate yet? 

'Cos clicks equals likes
Likes equals money
I'll do what it takes
Do what it takes for your money
Bandwagon … jump all aboard
Jump on for the ride

'Cos you’re in good hands
Oh you’re in good hands
Oh you're in good hands

You generate neurosis
How do you feel right now?
'Cos I’ve got just the cure for you
Trust in me I am your saviour

Looking at you, looking at me
Always watching you

Cos clicks equals likes
Likes equals money
Clicks for your likes
Do what it takes for your money
Bandwagon ... I need your soul
Who am...
Without you?
Oh without you 
Oh without you I am nothing

Cos without you
Oh without you I am nothing.

Living life thru screens…
Living life thru screens…
Living life thru screens…

2 Aug 25

Life Thru Screens

It's Ok Bae

GALA-KEI

2013/01/21_15:18:51 TK 2014/10/26 MSHB

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2012/11/29_05:25:57 TK 2012/11/29_11:06:24 A&M

“ A friend of mine in New York is a producer at the Daily Show. She’s one of the coolest people I know. 
After parting ways with my long-time manager, she took it upon herself to start talking my music up to anyone that would listen and for a couple weeks became my de-facto interim manager.
Apparently this worked, because a friend of a friend of hers got in touch to say that they loved the 1 minute songs and videos I had just put online and knew someone that worked at Saturday Night Live and apparently they were looking to hire someone new in their music department. 
I’ve spent a bunch of years writing pop for other people, directing shorts and writing music for commercials, and here’s a chance to do just that for a couple years and get the summers off to tour and play festivals. 

I sent my friend everything I was working on. 
I waited. I didn’t tell my girlfriend, didn’t tell my best friends, didn’t even tell my family.
And then after 4 days, the friend of a friend of a friend came back to us and said it was looking positive and I had a week to write 3 new songs, apparently. Cool. No pressure. 
So I did. I stayed up all week.
The songs were super easy to write. Deadlines rule!
Then I sent them off. Tried to check in without wanting to sound pushy. And again and again. Waited 2 weeks, three weeks, eventually a month and a half and nothing. 
Radio Silence. 
Coooool. 
My friend started asking other friends, and started getting the vibe the job wasn’t even a thing. Did I get scammed into making a new EP? Probably. 

So, instead of letting it sit on a hard drive for another year while I release my other cooler stuff first, I figured ‘fuck it’, let it see the light of day and make it my quickest release yet! 
After all there’s something really fun about releasing something you just made and not overthinking it. 
Do I really think it ever landed on Lorne Michaels’ desk? Probably not, but maybe? Who knows. 
I’m gonna go check my inbox again and get back to you! ”

Noah's Audition Tape

Sábado Sin Saldo

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Cinematic electronica with shimmering melodies and heartfelt emotion, blending dream pop, indie, ambient, and electronic soundscapes. Music and lyrics that spark feeling, imagination, and connection. Every note a flare, every beat a roar—where human emotion meets modern innovation.

I aim to download my higher self and leave hidden treasures for seekers of ineffable ecstasy

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