Bleach Dreams is lo-fi slacker folk with surreal lyrics, deadpan delivery, and a mood somewhere between burnout and quiet acceptance. Recorded in my Atlanta kitchen with nylon-string guitar, it blends stream-of-consciousness storytelling and offbeat imagery — “I am a stain on the carpet at night, waiting for the bleach to come.”

For fans of Pavement, Silver Jews, early Beck, Alex G, and David Berman, this track drifts between dry humor and existential weight, channeling the hazy afternoons and restless nights of Southern summers.

Bleach Dreams

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“Undefined” is a quiet confession about the days when simply surviving feels unbearable.
 A voice caught between laughter and tears, between existence and disappearance.
 Each word drifts like smoke — uncertain, fragile, yet real.
 Nothing feels certain. Not even being alive.
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〈미정〉은 고작 하루를 버티는 일조차 버거운 마음의 독백입니다.
 웃음과 울음 사이, 살아 있음과 사라짐 사이에서 흔들리는 목소리.
 모든 것이 불확실한 삶 속에서, 살아 있음조차 확신할 수 없는 순간을 노래합니다.

미정 (Undefined) (monologue ver.)

🇺🇸
“Undefined” is a quiet confession about the days when simply surviving feels unbearable.
 A voice caught between laughter and tears, between existence and disappearance.
 Each word drifts like smoke — uncertain, fragile, yet real.
 Nothing feels certain. Not even being alive.
🇰🇷
〈미정〉은 고작 하루를 버티는 일조차 버거운 마음의 독백입니다.
 웃음과 울음 사이, 살아 있음과 사라짐 사이에서 흔들리는 목소리.
 모든 것이 불확실한 삶 속에서, 살아 있음조차 확신할 수 없는 순간을 노래합니다.


미정 (Undefined)

Lyrics:
We were drinking in the kitchen
Cheap wine in a coffee mug
You were laughing at the ceiling
Like it ever gave a fuck
You said
"Baby
I'm just tired"
You said
"Maybe this is growth"
I was tracing every fingerprint
On a glass that held our ghosts
 
A thousand tiny cuts
A thousand tiny tears 
Like a razorblade rainfall
Falling through the years
It’s never just one wound
It’s paper-thin and sharp
Like a razorblade rainfall
Gently ripping your life apart
 
Found your sweater in the shower
Smelled like metal
Mold
And you
All our messages deleted
But the timestamps still came through
Every silence had a timestamp
Every shrug another thread
You were saying you were “fine”
While you rewrote me in your head
 
A thousand tiny cuts
A thousand tiny tears 
Like a razorblade rainfall
Falling through the years
It’s never just one wound
It’s paper-thin and sharp
Like a razorblade rainfall
Gently ripping your life apart
 
You didn’t break my heart
You just bent it out of shape
One skipped call
One late lie
One almost honest “I’m okay”
You didn’t burn this down
You just let it rot and fade
One cold hand
One blank stare
One almost apology a day (yeah)
 
A thousand tiny cuts
A thousand tiny tears
Like a razorblade rainfall
Falling through the years
You never swung once hard
You just practiced every scar
Like a razorblade rainfall
Gently ripping your life apart

Now I sleep beside the draft
Leave the window cracked at night
Let the razorblade rainfall
File me down to something light
Just a girl of little bruises
Colored like a work of art
Let the razorblade rainfall
Gently rip me
Gently rip me
Gently rip me apart

Razorblade Rainfall [E]

'If you enter with expectations, you will leave with disappointment'. -AliceDarkFae 
I don't want art or animations or design or promotional assistance or websites or spam or sales or cheeseburgers or mythical unicorns. Thanks anyway. 

Come for the songs.. Stay for the..more songs.. There are lots.

to paraphrase joni mitchell: what’s the point of doing the same thing you’ve already done? Why make songs like the ones i’ve already made?
that’s why my tracks don't sound similar to each other.
i’ve got too many different things to express, too many ideas to try.

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moozi(無知)
IG: @moozi_muzic
Youtube: @moozi_muzic

moozi comes from “무지 (無知),” a Korean word for “not knowing.”
But to me, it’s more about the feelings we can’t hide—loving too much, missing too much, living with too much heart.
These songs are little snapshots of city life, soft voices for quiet nights, and comfort for anyone who needs it.

‘모른다’는 뜻. 
저에겐 무지가 곧 숨길 수 없는 감정—
무지하게 사랑하고, 보고 싶고, 살아가고 싶은 마음입니다.
제 음악이 누군가의 삶에 작은 위로가 된다면 그것만으로 충분합니다.

Atlanta-based lo-fi slacker rock, somewhere between a shrug and a daydream.

I write, play, and record everything myself — usually in my kitchen — blending nylon-string guitar, deadpan vocals, and surreal lyrics that wander between dry humor and quiet existential weight.

For fans of Pavement, Silver Jews, early Beck, Alex G, and David Berman.

Songs about carpet stains, paper boats, and the slow hum of summer afternoons.

New tracks tagged #existential indie