A melancholy farewell song of a lost spirit - between identity crisis, isolation and quiet liberation.

Ghost In The Bottle tells the story of a torn existence - a being with no origin, no name, trapped in a jar of past and silence. The reduced, almost hypnotic language is like an inner monologue of a "ghost" who withdraws from the game of life.

Official visualizer:
https://youtu.be/ZiBf2h-RTds?si=JaBXm2FwnpQ51EBt

Lyrics:

What’ s your real name
Where do you come from
Guess it’ s Earth
You ain‘t from the sun, hm

Why do you speak so tired
Was your tongue on fire
Tell me

I am from nowhere
My name is no one
Ain’ t from the Earth
Was born in a bottle
Lived in a bottle
Chained in a bottle
Ghost in the bottle
I’ m leaving the game now

So long, I’ m leaving
I waited in the dark now my day has come
Believe me
So long, release me
And I will never leave my home again
Crush my name

I’ m leaving the game now

Why do you speak so tired
Was your tongue on fire
Tell me

I am from nowhere
My name is no one
Ain’ t from the earth
Was born in a bottle
Lived in a bottle
Chained in a bottle
Ghost in a bottle
I´m leaving the game now

So long, I’ m leaving
I waited in the dark now my day has come
Believe me
And I will never leave my home again
Release me, now!
So long, release me
And I will never crush my home again
Nothing´s ever lost, amen

...leaving the game now
With weak force
I ride on back
Leaving the game now
To hide again
Backwards
Lock the ghost
In the bottle

GHOST IN THE BOTTLE (V 250731)

winter night

dead and again

once more

songwriter. mert can tekin
based. izmir
genre. experimental/cinematic/dark ambient
thanks. sevgiler. 

Aura/Alienation

Last train's long gone
Still here, not waiting
City breathes without me
Always has, always will

Air tastes like someone else's past
Walked into it by accident
Part of me says go home
Bigger part forgot where that is

消えた電車の音
何度も数えた
この街は私を忘れる
私もこの街を忘れてく

夜の闇が深くなるほど
自分の輪郭が溶けていく
誰も知らない場所で
立ち止まることだけが私

Another night passed through me
Left nothing, didn't take a thing
Morning comes, I'm still standing
Morning goes, still here, still nothing

Streets wake up, people start their day
I'm still stuck in the same haze
Clock keeps moving, I don't budge
Something's wrong but I won't judge

夜が私を通り抜ける
何も残せない自分が笑う
朝が来てもここに立つ
朝が去ってもここに立つ

光の中に溶け込めずに
影だけが私を追いかける
それでもここに立つ意味を
風に聞いても風は黙る

Flickering vending machine
Same light for months, maybe years
Trying to tell me something?
Nah, just broken. Like most things.

People sleeping somewhere
People dreaming somewhere
Not me tonight
Not me most nights

点滅する自販機
何も買わないまま
伝えたいことなんてない
壊れてるふりをしてるだけ

誰かの夢が終わっても
誰かの朝が始まっても
私はただここに立つ
それ以外に何もない

駅前の傘、誰も取りに来ない
雨すら忘れてる
私も同じ
置き去りにされてる
でももう気にしない
置き去りにされることに
慣れてしまったから

また夜が終わる
何も変わらない
朝が来てもここに立つ
朝が去ってもここに立つ

それでいいと思う自分と
それでいいのかわからない自分が
ずっと喧嘩してる
でも足は動かない

それでも立つ
それだけ
それだけが私

Last train's long gone
Still here
Not waiting
Just... still here

3:27 am

origin

Deficient

Halloween

You know the story. The boy, the knife, the mask, the doctor, the babysitter, the street, the shots, the empty yard. You've seen it told as horror. This time you hear it from inside every room it passes through.

Halloween is a 15-track dark trap concept album retelling John Carpenter's Halloween (1978) through shifting perspectives: the six-year-old boy who picks up the knife and the thing he becomes, the doctor who spends fifteen years staring into something that stares back and has nothing behind it, the girl who survives not because she's chosen but because she keeps getting up, the friend who doesn't get up, the man who fires six shots and watches the empty yard and finally understands what he's been dealing with.

The music takes John Carpenter's original score — that obsessive 5/4 piano figure, those synth drones, the rhythm that never resolves — and mutates it into dark trap: hard 808s under Carpenter-derived synth lines, hi-hats that mimic the original theme's pattern, drops that arrive like a door opening in the dark, suburban sound design warped just enough to feel wrong. A lawnmower in the distance that's too close. A porch light that flickers once. Children's voices that stop.

This is not a horror album. It is an album about the failure of the ordinary to protect itself. Haddonfield has no immune system for what walks into it because Haddonfield never needed one. The leaves are the same leaves. The porch lights are the same lights. The street looks exactly like it always looked. And something is standing at the end of it, in the dark, with no reason and no language and no intention of leaving.

Loomis was right. That's the horror. Not the knife. Not the mask. The fact that someone knew, and said so, and nobody listened, and he was right.

Michael doesn't lose. He gets shot six times and falls off a balcony and when Loomis looks down he's gone. The film ends on empty spaces — the yard, the stairs, the street, the places he stood that are now just places again. This album ends the same way. With breathing. With a street that looks ordinary. With the knowledge that ordinary is the last thing it is.

Annie s Car (Female Laurie)

still here. still moving.
listen / stream: https://artists.landr.com/neplow-stillhere

STILL HERE

Some people go their whole lives surrounded and never once feel found.
This song moves through three stages. A boy learning to disappear. A soldier learning to lead alone. A husband who gave everything except himself.
No resolution. No rescue. Just the weight of a life spent fitting in and never being known.
For anyone who has ever been the most present person in the room and the loneliest.

Still Alone

The route ends with the feeling that the outside world can wait a little longer. Finish with a deep-road afterglow, not a drop. This instrumental music track blends night drive progressive house, deep progressive house music, and late-night highway focus vibes. Built for driving music, focus music, night drive music, work music, and electronic background music listeners. Built for long-window night drives, city-light focus, and patient after-hours motion.

No Service Until Dawn - After Midnight Drive - Progressive House Music

A hauntingly beautiful ambient track capturing the profound isolation of communication between two worlds. The title refers to the real-time delay of a signal traveling between Earth and Mars. The voice is a soft echo, lost in vast, cold reverb tails, floating over a warm, breathing sub-bass.

"Under Thin Sky" is an immersive sonic journey into the heart of Martian colonization. This is not an album about conquering a planet; it is an exploration of survival, adaptation, and the fragile stillness of life beneath a geodesic dome. Written as a "manifesto of existence," the music defines a new genre: Atmospheric Pressure Rock. It is characterized by deep, heartbeat-like pulses, extreme use of negative space (silence), and intimate, helmet-filtered vocals. From the panic of the first breath to the quiet acceptance of the Martian night, "Under Thin Sky" is a raw, honest look at what it means to become part of an alien world. The soil may not remember us, but every breath we take is a fragile new world inside the void.

Under Thin Sky is a conceptual album about the first human colony on Mars.

Not about conquest.
Not about heroism.

About breath.
Distance.
Adaptation.

Through minimalism, cold reverb spaces, and restrained emotion, the album explores what it means to exist under a fragile atmosphere — where every heartbeat, every word, every step is delayed, filtered, and redefined.

This is not music about space.
This is music about becoming human again… somewhere else.

Under Thin Sky

Signal Delay (4.3 Minutes to Earth)

Fragment: Santino — After the turning

When death refused.
A new existence — unasked for, and undeniable.

Inspired by the world of The Vampire Chronicles,
but not bound to it.

Original lyrics by Inter Mortuos — “Maledetto”

Non cercatemi tra i vivi
Non cercatemi tra i morti
La morte stessa mi ha rigettato

Respira ancora questo cuore, maledetto...

Maledetto fra i maledetti
Ma il mondo tace quando passo...
Maledetto fra i maledetti
Ma il mondo tacerà quando sparisco.

Strade vuote senza fine
Non riposo non finisco
Cammino dove nessuno resta

E la notte mi riconosce, maledetto...

Maledetto fra i maledetti
Ma il mondo tace quando passo...
Maledetto fra i maledetti
Ma il mondo tacerà quando sparisco...

Tracce eterne di un demone solo
Dove respiro nasce la morte
Così vivo così rimango

Condannato a non morire, maledetto... 

Maledetto fra i maledetti
Ma il mondo tace quando passo...
Maledetto fra i maledetti
Ma il mondo tacerà quando sparisco...
quando sparisco.... sparisco...

Maledetto

Trying to runaway and hide from evryday problems as an young adult,Then having to acept and deal with the burden of letting everyone you love down.

HIDE (PROD.HEYIMFINE)

A cyberpunk synthwave track with shimmering arpeggios, deep 808s, futuristic pads, glitchy vocal textures, and a yearning female lead with gospel choir backing.
“Love Letter in Gamma Rays” turns holograms, servers, and broken signal into a cinematic digital heartbreak anthem.

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Love Letter in Gamma Rays

STATIC CHAPEL
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Let's get this out of the way first: Static Chapel is a 100% AI-generated music project. Every lyric written by AI. Every beat generated by AI. Every vocal performed by AI. No human musicians were harmed in the making of these albums. No human musicians were involved in the making of these albums. This is an experiment in what happens when you point artificial intelligence at the oldest stories humanity has ever told and say: make it hit.

Static Chapel takes classic literature — the novels, the myths, the fairy tales, the sacred texts that have been sitting on shelves and in syllabi for centuries — and converts them into full-length concept albums. Not summaries. Not adaptations. Complete narrative experiences told through music, structured track by track, act by act, the way the original authors structured their chapters. Every album is a different story. Every album is a different genre. Every album is built to make these stories approachable, visceral, and immediate in a way that a 300-page novel or a 2,000-year-old scripture sometimes isn't.

This isn't a musical. There's no stage, no choreography, no intermission. This isn't an audiobook with a beat behind it. These are albums — real albums with hooks and drops and bridges and choruses — that happen to tell the most important stories ever written. The goal is simple: if you won't read Moby-Dick, maybe you'll listen to it. If Revelation feels like homework, maybe it hits different over dubstep. If Mary Shelley's Frankenstein has been sitting on your shelf since high school, maybe the Halloween trap version will make you feel what she was actually trying to say about fathers and sons and the things we create and abandon.

Classic literature is not dead. It's just been waiting for someone to turn up the bass.

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

CHECK OUT OUR LATEST RELEASE 
NOW AVAILABLE ON STREAMING PLATFORMS HERE:  https://music-hub.bio/thesegirlsareelectric

"Completely shielded from physical sensations, the medium was guided by a hypnotic command into the future."

Two old friends. A sound from a forgotten future. TGÆ is an independent electronic duo, active since the 1980s. Once a year, they meet in the "Musikladen Studio" for their magnetic sessions, from which their songs later emerge. Their music blends electronica, lo-fi pop, post-punk, and experimental soundscapes, always trying to preserve the original "session feeling". TGÆ's lyrics revolve around love, hate, space philosophies, and the longing for universal happiness.Their bittersweet tracks combines deep emotions with a fascination for all things extraterrestrial and the search for a lost universe—or a paradise that may never have existed. In their world, artificial intelligences meet broken hearts, cyborgs evoke childhood memories, and stardust cigarette light tells stories of humanity in transition. Each title is part of a multi-voiced narrative about life in a posthuman world and the search for meaning, connection and renewal. 

🔊 For fans of: Depeche Mode, Radiohead, Kraftwerk, Chromatics, Röyksopp
📀 First official EP release: SIGNAL 
Now unearthed after two decades in the shadows
These Girls Are Electric and now take off. 🚀

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Original country music about the things people feel but don't always say out loud. Some songs are about the state of things. Some are about the weight a person carries through a life. All of them are honest.
Awake Jake. Independent. American.

Flame that burned too bright — and too briefly.
Fragments of lost faith, broken devotion, and endless sorrow.

In memory of Santino —
gone, but not forgotten.

Inspired by the world of The Vampire Chronicles,
but not bound to it.

Created using AI

Dark, late‑night music built on rhythm, texture, and emotion.

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music, cinema
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