🎧 Track: Love Won’t Pack Its Things
Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
Mood: Bittersweet • Melancholic • Ironically Devastated
Tempo: Midtempo (~92 BPM)

A jangly, melancholic anthem for anyone still haunted by love that overstayed its welcome. “Love Won’t Leave” wraps emotional devastation in melodic wit — bittersweet verses sharpened by baritone deadpan, set against glimmering guitar lines, melodic bass runs, and dry, punchy drums.

The lyrics cut deep with poetic irony: a year has passed, but love lingers like damp in the walls. This is the sound of trying to exorcise a ghost with your record collection, kissing doppelgängers, and burning the bed just to feel something new — only to wake up whispering the same name.

“You killed the spark, then walked away / But love won’t leave. It loves to stay.”

📍Best played loud at midnight with headphones and too much

Lyrics:

It’s been a year — I counted twice
Still flinch at kindness, still pay the price
You slammed the door, I wrote a song
You moved on fast — I moved on… wrong

You had a glare that peeled paint off the wall
A voice like frostbite, and no heart at all
But here I sit with your ghost in my head
Love won’t leave, though it’s better off dead

Love won’t pack its things and go
I beg, I plead — but it says no
I burned your pictures, blocked your name
Still wake up whispering just the same
It’s not fair — and it’s not kind
To trap my heart and rob my mind
You were a mess — you made me pay
But love won’t leave. It wants to stay

I kissed someone with your shade of hair
Felt nothing much — just stale despair
I list your crimes like shopping lists
But longing edits every twist

I screamed you out through post-punk songs
Played jangle chords all autumn long
Still, some nights — you're just there somehow
Like damp that rises through the now

Love won’t pack its things and go
No matter how I tell it so
I changed the locks, I burned the bed
Still dream of you inside my head
You were a storm — a flash, a curse
But silence now is even worse
You killed the spark, then walked away
But love won’t leave. It loves to stay

I paint you cruel in every scene
I write you out — still you're between
The lines I cross, the friends I lose
The songs I write. The lives I bruise

Love won’t pack its things and go
I talk in echoes, move too slow
You’re not the one I need today
But love just won’t get out the way
I want release — I beg, I pray
But love’s a squatter. And it won’t pay

Love Won’t Pack Its Things

🎧 Riding My Bicycle
Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM · 🎹 Key of E Major · 🎸 Melancholic • Bright • Ironically Isolated

A jangly ode to weekday melancholy in full sunlight. "Riding My Bicycle" captures the existential emptiness of post-work hours with glimmering guitars, melodic basslines, and dry, baritone vocals.

The sun’s still high — like it’s mocking you — and the only thing moving is your creaking bike and a mind replaying quiet disappointments. Garden hoses hiss, phones stay silent, and the half-empty street mirrors a half-empty self.

✨ Think:
– Sparkling, bittersweet guitar lines
– Rhythmic nostalgia à la early 80s UK underground
– Lyrical loneliness with melodic irony

📝 “Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt.”

Lyrics:

Clock-out click and the air stands still
My shirt sticks like a guilty thrill
The bike creaks low as I push away
Another wasted, whisper-grey day

Nobody waved when I left the door
Nobody waits on my second floor

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Garden hoses hiss like snakes in dreams
The world pretends it’s what it seems
But every house with lights inside
Just echoes back my quiet ride

I check my phone like it might care
Then put it back — there’s nothing there

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Tomorrow’s forecast: more of the same
A quiet commute, a forgotten name
TV glow and a fork on a plate
Dinner for one never tastes that great

Riding my bicycle / on a weekday home from work
Sun still shining / like it’s in on the hurt
No one waiting, nowhere to be
Just me and the heat and a half-empty street

Half-empty street...
Half-empty me...
Half of a life
in full daylight grief...

Riding My Bicycle

🎸 Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🎚️ ~92 BPM • Key: E Major
🌞 Mood: Desperate Daylight • Groovy Dignity • Melodic Collapse

After slipping through sweaty dancefloors in the Electro and Dub versions, “Can’t Forget Me” is now back — washed, ironed, and dressed in vintage denim for the official Pop version.

This one’s got jangly guitars, melodic ghosts, and the kind of bassline that shows up at 3 AM asking if you’ve “maybe thought about us lately.”

👻 Are you over it? Sure.
🍝 Your pasta says otherwise.
🎥 Just a movie? Nah — I'm the damn soundtrack.

Whether you're chopping onions or your feelings — this version grooves.
Lali lalala... yeah, we know. You're “fine.” 😉

Lyrics:

Steam on the glass, pasta gone cold,
Rush-hour hearts and deadlines unfold.
But when the silence slides in smooth,
You walk back in — like a midnight groove.

Eyes shut tight, but the flash runs deep,
Laugh on repeat, no time for sleep.
We bent with joy, broke into flame,
Now you're back — whispering my name.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Still in your rhythm, still in your skin,
I’m the pulse you feel within.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
You spin in clubs, I slip right in —
Like perfume, thought, or original sin.

Neon drinks, new faces, play —
You danced the noise, you moved the day.
But I’m the glitch in your perfect scene,
The backbeat ghost on the silver screen.

Chop your food, pour your wine,
I'm that voice between the lines.
The laugh that kicks behind your smile,
You knew I'd come — I’ve got that style.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Still in your rhythm, still in your fire,
I’m the loop that won't expire.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
You dance to forget, but darling — hey,
I’m the beat that makes you stay.

You moved on? Nah — that’s cute.
I'm in the bass drop, in your route.
You hit rewind, I glide right through,
Just a groove... stuck to you.
"Enjoy…" (echo echo)
"Just a movie?" — Nah. I'm the view.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Laugh lines fade, but I still bite,
Groove with me — just one more night.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
Not a ghost — just a bassline mind,
And baby, I’m the dancing kind.

Can't Forget Me (Pop Version)

🧀 This ain’t your average heartbreak song. This is dairy-fueled despair.

Some fall in love. Others melt into it — preferably over rigatoni. “Cheese on Pasta, Cheese on Bread” is a bittersweet serenade to the one who ghosted you... but left the Parmesan behind.

She whispered Nietzsche while sprinkling feta. She danced in your kitchen wearing socks and existential dread. And when she said “I need space,” she meant fridge space — for Manchego.

This track blends Indie Rock nostalgia, Jangle Pop sincerity, and a generous grating of Post-Punk pain. It’s romance with rind. Heartache with holes. And a solo you’ll spread on toast.

🎶 Because love fades… but cheese lingers.
🎸 Best served at midnight with a side of regret and a full-bodied red.

Lyrics:

You came in late with a Parmesan grin
Butter-soft voice and a fridge full of sin
Told me love’s like aged Gruyère —
Sharp on the tongue, but it lingers there

You stirred the pot while the world fell cold
Mozzarella dreams in a kitchen bowl
I said “don’t you think that’s too much?” —
You said “there’s no such thing as too much love”

And I watched you grate through storm and sun
Every fight paused… when the cheese begun
Even heartbreak — you’d just spread
On garlic toast, beside my bed

🎶 Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread —
Cheese on meat, that’s what I said
In every bite, you made me feel
Like melted truth was somehow real

Brie in sorrow, Swiss on joy —
Cheddar grief I can't destroy
You left, but left the fridge well-fed —
Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread 🎶

Now the shelf is cold, the butter’s gone
And I hum your song with the grill turned on
Your memory clings like ricotta ghosts
In midnight meals and crumbled toasts

I loved your quirks — your dairy flair
You kissed like Camembert, soft and rare
But love like that, it molds too fast
I still eat like you’re coming back

A tear drops in my mac and cheese
You’d say “it needs more pecorino, please”
Now every dinner’s staged in mime
A solo act in Reblochon time

🎶 Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread —
Cheese on meat, your voice still said
“Love’s a topping, not a plan” —
But I still shred it like you can

Feta sighs and Gouda gloom
Your apron’s ghost haunts this room
You’re gone, but in my heart you spread —
Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread 🎶

“You can’t fix a heart with fondue,” you said once.
But God, I’ve tried.

🎶 Cheese on pasta... cheese on pain...
You left, but the dairy remains... 🎶

Cheese

しゃぼんズ - 十七歳
From single "十七歳"（2025）

Free Download(from 7/11/2025)
https://bojoutracks.bandcamp.com/album/--2

Lyric
	
涙も涸れて汗も乾いて 
なんだか気抜けちまったんだ 
これから始まる季節のこと 
鮮やかに君は描いたんだ  

そう僕はこんなにも何も足りないみたいだ 
もう少し立派な人になってみせたい  

窓が割れたみたいな青空みたいな 
君が笑っていた 
確かな風が吹いたらなんか 
生まれて初めてなんて思った 

涙も涸れて汗も乾いて 
なんだか気抜けちまったんだ 
君から貰った季節の暮れに 
そういえば 1 曲書いたんだ  

そう僕はこんなにも何も足りないみたいだ 
もう少し立派な人になってみせたい  

銃口を空に向けよう 
計画を全て壊そう 
言わないよ 問わないよ 
何もかも 
溢れていたいよ

そして生活を讃えよ

しゃぼんズ - 十七歳 (single)

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Pop type beat inspired by The Weeknd, Dua Lipa, Justin Bieber, Olivia Rodrigo and Tata McRae. Catchy and clean drums. Perfect for radio and mainstream pop hits.

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LOST SIGNAL - The Weeknd | Pop Type Beat

“Crossroads” is an intimate indie-alternative pop single by Ovalenz, capturing the delicate moment of decision in life’s journey. Rooted in clean guitar, soft rhythm, and emotional vocals, the song explores the tension and hope that come with standing at a turning point. 

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Crossroads

TRACK 3: cbwy
FROM THE 'BACK TO THE START' EP 💿

made this one a couple years back and couldn't let it go to waste by sitting in the "songs im not sure what to do with but are fire" folder. 

sonically this ones a little different from the rest, but its almost like the connecting piece for the story...

📽️ check out the official visualizer on my Youtube channel: https://youtu.be/Z-wuYwfShi0?si=xpuo-MTI61kbbxOe

thank you for listening 💜

cbwy

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?

Based in Cincinnati, Ohio, TOM is a singer-songwriter, producer, and multi-instrumentalist who blends the emotional depth of pop, the energy of EDM, and atmospheric soundscapes. With a lifelong passion for music, TOM started creating his own in 2018. His debut single, "FEELING (FOREVER)," marks the beginning of his journey, offering a fresh take on modern sounds. TOM's music has a way of pulling you in, with catchy beats and melodies that feel both familiar and new. Follow his journey as he continues to craft songs that capture emotion and energy in a way that's uniquely his own.

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