A high-energy heavy metal instrumental with a cinematic twist. Built on a galloping rhythm and pounding double-kick drums, the track surges with dark, chugging guitars and rapid bass lines. A brooding saxophone cuts through the mix, adding a sinister, moody atmosphere that contrasts the crushing riffs. The energy rises and falls through stormy verse sections and explosive, anthem-style peaks, leading to a soaring guitar–sax dual solo that fades into darkness for an epic close. Perfect for fans of intense metal, dramatic instrumentals, and soundtrack-style heaviness.

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© 2025 Blue Bathtub. Original composition by Peter Risberg. Reproduced using Suno AI under commercial license. All rights reserved.

Night And Day v2

My interpretation of Sabrina Carpenter’s ‘Espresso.’ All rights to the original song belong to the respective copyright holders.

Espresso (Cover)

I don’t think in good or bad,
I just do things and deal with it later.
Sometimes it’s a mess,
sometimes it’s nothing at all.
Not everything’s a lesson,
sometimes it’s just life happening.

I want it raw, I want it dark,
the bruises are the truest part.
Don’t dress my pain in silver lines,
I learn the most when I don’t shine.
I don’t want perfect, I don’t want clean,
I want the dirt that shows I’ve been.
The mess, the ache, the nights I break
and sometimes I like it that way.

I keep the wound open so I can feel it.
I take the risk when I know the cost.
I burn my bridges just to watch the fire,
and sometimes I smile at the smoke.
I don’t call it progress,
but it feels like being alive.

I want it raw, I want it dark,
the bruises are the truest part.
Don’t dress my pain in silver lines,
I learn the most when I don’t shine.
I don’t want perfect, I don’t want clean,
I want the dirt that shows I’ve been.
The mess, the ache, the nights I break
and sometimes I like it that way.

I’m not holy, I’m not shame.
I’m not one thing you can name.
If the dark is half of me,
I won’t lock it away.

I want it raw, I want it dark,
the bruises are the truest part.
Don’t dress my pain in silver lines,
I learn the most when I don’t shine.
I don’t want perfect, I don’t want clean,
I want the dirt that shows I’ve been.
The mess, the ache, the nights I break
and sometimes I like it that way.
And sometimes I like it that way.

like it that way

I won’t save the stories you tell about yourself.
I’ll scatter them like ash in the air.
When nothing answers back,
that is where you begin.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

I don’t weigh your sins,
I weigh your silence.
I don’t keep your past,
I keep the pulse beneath it.
Strip down, and when you shake,
I will not call it weakness.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

Breathe in, no name.
Breathe out, no mask.
Again, again, again
until nothing is left but the breath.
Not a high but a harvest,
the body remembers best.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

not a high

ed ghost story disguised as a chillwave bop. Shadows that drip, harps that rain, a harmonica that’s probably crying louder than you are — and a mocking female voice in the background casually reminding you: “oh, poor you…”

It’s like being stalked by your own thoughts in slow motion, with synth pads holding your hand while you try to run away (and fail). Perfect for late-night headphone therapy, dramatic walks through city streets, or sighing deeply at supermarket shelves because yes, even there… the ghost shows up.

🎶 Turn it up, let it haunt you, and remember: it’s not a breakup if the reverb lasts forever.

Lyrics:

Shadows drip, won’t fade from me
Every street, you’re all I see
Low flow, slow glow, deadly show
Where I stand or where I go

Can’t explain, can’t let it slide
You’re the hum I can’t deny
Midnight static in my head
Pulling on my every thread

Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
You have the key — will never be free
Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
Are you happy now to hear and see — such misery melody?

Cold flame, lost name, looping frame
Every move, you mark my name
Dead-end daylight, haunted nights
You rewire all my lights

Try to run, you rewind me
Same old reel, same old scene
You’re the glitch inside the glow
Negative flow in stereo

Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
You have the key — will never be free
Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
Are you happy now to hear and see — such misery melody?

Neon breath, the city slow
Harp like rain, the sirens low
Every step, you reappear
Mouth organ crying in my ear

Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
You have the key — will never be free
Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
Are you happy now to hear and see — such misery melody?

Haunt Me (Poor You)

Verse 1  
Drifting through the neon haze,  
Lost in endless, glowing maze.  
Every sound a quiet plea,  
Falling deep in reverie.  

Pre-Chorus  
The city hums, the stars collide,  
Dreams unfold where hearts reside.  

Chorus  
Neon reverie, take me slow,  
Through the places lights still glow.  
Every echo, soft and free,  
Drown me in this reverie.  

Verse 2  
Glass reflections in your eyes,  
Flicker under cobalt skies.  
Through the silence, through the air,  
Neon dreams are waiting there.  

Pre-Chorus  
The city hums, the stars collide,  
Dreams unfold where hearts reside.  

Chorus  
Neon reverie, take me slow,  
Through the places lights still glow.  
Every echo, soft and free,  
Drown me in this reverie.  

Bridge  
Even when the lights decay,  
Colors never fade away.  
Through the dark, I start to see,  
The glow of our reverie.  

Final Chorus  
Neon reverie, take me slow,  
Through the places lights still glow.  
Every echo, soft and free,  
Drown me in this reverie.  

Neon Reverie

Verse 1  
Round and round the lights go dim,  
Ghostly music, soft and slim.  
Every smile a painted lie,  
Shadow spins beneath the sky.  

Pre-Chorus  
Echoed laughter fades away,  
Still I dance where shadows play.  

Chorus  
Shadow carousel, turning slow,  
Every secret starts to show.  
Through the mirrors, through the pain,  
Round we go again, again.  

Verse 2  
Broken horses made of glass,  
Dreams like smoke begin to pass.  
Every whisper, every call,  
Pulls me deeper through the hall.  

Pre-Chorus  
Echoed laughter fades away,  
Still I dance where shadows play.  

Chorus  
Shadow carousel, turning slow,  
Every secret starts to show.  
Through the mirrors, through the pain,  
Round we go again, again.  

Bridge  
If I fall, don’t set me free,  
Let the dark remember me.  
Every spin, a sweet farewell,  
Lost inside this carousel.  

Final Chorus  
Shadow carousel, turning slow,  
Every secret starts to show.  
Through the mirrors, through the pain,  
Round we go again, again.  

Shadow Carousel

“Draw The Cats” is a modern ritual disguised as a pop song—a spell against fear, loneliness, and late-night chaos. It’s about making art that protects its maker. Ink turns into light; creation becomes survival. When the world feels too loud, draw the cats.

Draw the Cats

☁️ Remember when September still flirted with sunshine and you thought life had meaning? Yeah, me neither. October rolled in like that one friend who always brings fog, steals your lighter, and whispers "holy holy melancholy" in your ear until you surrender to wet streets and early darkness.

This track is basically a sad love letter to the last warm beer garden evening, a breakup with summer, and a moody autumn hymn for everyone who stares at raindrops on windows like it’s a Netflix drama.

⚡ Expect chillwave layers, foggy synth pads, and the ghost of August haunting every note.
⚡ Warning: side effects include staring out of bus windows dramatically, writing unread messages, and Googling “can you get vitamin D from a kebab shop neon light?”

If you’ve ever thought “this drizzle is my personality now” — this one’s for you.

Lyrics:

September faded warm, it slipped right through my hands,
Now October breathes in shadows across this quiet land.
The fog creeps low at sunrise, the air is sharp and thin,
I trace the ghost of summer, but I can’t get back within.

August whispers like a photograph,
Two months gone, never coming back.
The streets are wet, the silence deep,
The sky bends down until I sleep.

Holy, holy melancholy,
Wraps around and won’t let go of me.
Deep clouds pressing on my soul,
Pointless days that swallow whole.
Holy, holy melancholy,
You’re the hymn of autumn’s elegy.

Early dark descends like ink upon the page,
Hopelessness grows louder, a quiet kind of rage.
Each streetlight hums a requiem, each raindrop marks the time,
And I keep drifting further from a meaning I can’t find.

September’s warmth feels like a dream,
But October cuts in muted schemes.
I walk alone through empty skies,
With every breath the summer dies.

Holy, holy melancholy,
Wraps around and won’t let go of me.
Deep clouds pressing on my soul,
Pointless days that swallow whole.
Holy, holy melancholy,
You’re the hymn of autumn’s elegy.

Fog in the morning, silence at night,
Life feels so fragile under dim streetlight.
If summer was a promise, autumn is a lie,
And winter waits with colder eyes.

Holy, holy melancholy,
Sing your song and bury me slowly.
Deep clouds pressing on my soul,
Pointless days that swallow whole.
Holy, holy melancholy...

Melancholy

🇺🇸
 A love that binds, bruises, and calls itself devotion.
 She stays quiet, bleeds softly, and learns to obey — until the silence finally breaks.
 “I bark for peace, you crave my noise.”
 It’s not love when control wears the mask of care.
🇰🇷
 사랑이라 부르기엔 너무 잔인한 관계.
 조용히 피 흘리며 복종을 배웠지만, 결국 침묵은 터져버린다.
 “평화를 짖어도, 넌 내 소음만 원했지.”
 통제를 사랑이라 믿은 사람들에게 보내는 절규.

목줄 (Leash) (Indie Rock Ballad ver.)

A stone falls into the well and never lands. That’s the image that started this track — a meditation on depth, mystery, and the human need to search where answers may never come. “Deep, deeper, the deepest” is not just a refrain; it’s a reminder that truth often hides where light cannot reach, and that sometimes the search itself reveals more than the destination.

This song drifts between shadows and echoes, between hope and futility. It asks: what lies beneath our questions? Gold, grief, or nothing at all? In the end, perhaps the greatest wisdom is to accept that not every secret is meant to be uncovered.

A chillwave journey for late nights, headphones, and anyone who has ever stared too long into the dark — and felt it staring back.

Lyrics:

I dropped a stone into the well,
It never hit the ground I could tell.
The echo faded, swallowed whole,
A depth beyond my mind’s control.

What are you hiding under there?
Gold or grief or just thin air?
I leaned too far, I lost my grip,
Fell into the endless crypt.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
The darker it gets, the brighter the secrets.

A whisper calls from underneath,
A siren’s song, a riddle’s teeth.
Is it a chest with locks of rust?
Or just the dust of ancient trust?

Maybe a voice that begs release,
Maybe a scroll with broken peace.
Maybe the wisdom no one claimed,
Or maybe nothing — all the same.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
The darker it gets, the brighter the secrets.

I asked the depth, “What do you keep?”
It only answered back with sleep.
I asked again, “Why go so far?”
It laughed like some forgotten star.

And then I saw — the joke was me,
Searching where I’ll never see.
Not every door is meant to bend,
Not every question needs an end.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Go lose yourself, go laugh with the secrets.

Go deep… deeper… deeper than reason,
Some things are made to stay out of season.
Go deep… deeper… don’t ask me why,
Some mysteries live, some answers must die.

Deeper

Imagine The Cure got locked in IKEA overnight, R.E.M. overslept and missed rehearsal, and Johnny Marr had to write a song about hitting snooze 14 times in a row. That’s basically this track.

It’s the indie rock hymn for anyone who’s ever stared at the clock during the day and thought: “Seriously, is this thing even moving, or is time just gaslighting me?”

Grey mornings, mocking clocks, and the eternal struggle between being a functioning human vs. becoming a blanket burrito — all wrapped in jangly guitars and post-punk gloom you can actually dance-cry to.

So go ahead: close the curtains, throw on your headphones, and pretend the world doesn’t exist until at least noon tomorrow. This song won’t judge you. In fact, it’ll probably join you under the covers.

Lyrics:

Grey light burns my weary eyes,
Every hour a thin disguise.
I drag my body through the day,
Hoping night will steal me away.

The sun feels heavy, the world’s too loud,
But in my dreams, I lose the crowd.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

The clocks keep mocking, hands don’t move,
The daylight leaves me nothing to prove.
But silence waits behind the dark,
To heal my soul, relight the spark.

The night forgives what day denies,
I close my heart, I close my eyes.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

Don’t wake me, don’t break me,
This fragile peace can save me.
Dreams hold me, they own me,
The night’s the only place I’m free.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

Daylight fades, I disappear,
The night’s my truth

When Finally This Day Is Done?

There’s a quiet truth hiding between arguments and reconciliations — the rhythm of relationships that break and mend, sometimes within the same day. “Obviously” drifts through that cycle with the warmth of nostalgia and the chill of déjà vu — where every fight feels like the end, and every morning somehow resets the world again.

Layered over dreamy synths and gentle basslines, the lyrics sketch the comedy and tragedy of domestic life: the cat litter that sparks a cold war, the Tesla dreams that fade by breakfast, the moods that rise and fall like ocean tides. It’s funny, yes — but behind the laughter lies something tender and real: the quiet endurance of love that keeps going, even when it shouldn’t have to.

This is music for those who’ve argued, apologized, and brewed tea in the same breath — who understand that peace in love isn’t permanent, but cyclical, fragile, and strangely beautiful.

🎧 Play it on a quiet evening. Let it wash over you like memory and irony sharing the same bed.

Lyrics:

You said the car was ancient,
And we need electric dreams.
You stormed out to the garden,
Cursing gasoline.
I spent the night on Google,
Reading Tesla magazines —
Next morning you said softly,
“Why are you talking about machines?”

’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
Throwing thunder like a queen of tragedy.
But now you’re smiling, drinking your tea,
Like nothing ever happened —
Well, maybe it’s me.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

You told me clean the cat’s throne,
I said, “Sure,” and then I dozed.
You found it, hissed like lightning —
I swear the litter froze.
You slammed the door dramatically,
Declared I’m lazy scum,
Today you hum Adele songs,
And call me “Sweetie-bum.”

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You threatened to move in with your mom in Sicily.
But now you’re humming songs in C-major key,
Like peace has landed in our balcony.
Yeah, yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

I keep a list of topics banned,
Like “vacations” and “curtains” and “brand of jam.”
You’ll find a reason, out of thin air,
To start a war — and forget it’s there.
So I just nod, and sip my brew,
Waitin’ for the next déjà-vu.

You cried ‘bout kitchen color,
Said “Mint green makes me sick!”
Now the walls are painted lilac,
And you ask, “Who did this trick?”
I tried to fix what broke your mood,
But moods are clouds at sea —
Drifting fast, and laughing loud,
While I keep my sanity.

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You nearly threw the wedding china at me.
But now you’re sweet as a summer breeze,
Kissin’ my cheek like an amnesty.
So I’ll enjoy it while it’s calm and free —
Till the next storm hits at three.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.

Everything’s fine again? You’re not angry anymore?
Right… let’s wait for the next issue — should arrive soon.

Obviously

ROSES is about distance. Not the kind you measure in miles, but the kind that grows between two people who still love each other but can’t seem to find their way back.

The song follows both sides of that silence. The female vocals carry the ache of wanting to be let back in, while the male verse is a confession… the guilt, the fear, the self-sabotage that love sometimes exposes.

It’s late night energy,cinematic, emotional, the kind of song you listen to alone with your thoughts.

“Twelve dozen roses, twelve dozen tears.”

Love can be beautiful, but it can bleed too.

Roses - Single

ROSES

TRANCE (feat. Maddy)

Hits like a late-night soul spill — that feeling when you’re half numb, half awake, just trying to find something real in all the noise. It’s vulnerable without asking for pity. The tone feels lonely but self-aware, like you’ve looked in the mirror too long and started to see through the reflection. There’s exhaustion there — but also a weird strength in admitting it.

Mirror On The Wall

#letsTalkAboutMiami #lordish #rnb #alternativernb #trapSoul #slowjam #nightdrive #moodyvibes #cinematicrnb #miaminights

Let's Talk About Miami

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가로등 밑 발걸음만 울려
우리를 부르는 소리는 없어
세상은 이미 우리를 놓았고
도시는 우리를 버렸어

말 없이 지새운 밤
네 손이 떨리는 걸 느껴
우린 다 지쳤고 세상도 지쳤지
그냥 이대로
이대로 사라지고 싶어

누군가의 내일 거짓된 약속
모두 두고 떠나자
손을 맞잡으면 그게 마지막이면
그 순간이 우리 전부야

나랑 같이 도망가자
좆같은 현실을 뒤로하고
모든 소리를 두고 떠나서
우리만의 세상에 잠들자

불타는 하늘 아래서
끝이 와도 상관없어
너와 나 그게 전부니까
이 도망의 끝에서 자유롭자

나락의끝에서단둘이도망을 (Prod. Unb)

🪽🤍
그럼에도 좋아하는 걸 하자

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

what is real? 👁️

"Anamorphosis" out november 1st

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.

B.S.N | a trio trying to find their sound.

Music has always been my escape. It’s carried me through the darkest nights and the brightest days, shaping the way I see the world. I’ve always been drawn to lyrics—the message behind the music—because they let me create my own vision, my own story. Writing songs became my way of speaking when words failed me. For years, I held everything inside until music gave me the outlet I needed. Now I pour my heart into every lyric I write, hoping my songs can reach someone the way music has always reached me

🇬🇭🗽
@lord.ish_ on all social media.
fly! #Higher

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Welcome to Blue Bathtub.

Why the name? It was in the bathtub that the name first hit me — and it’s been with me ever since.

I write lyrics inspired by real historical events — but also by fiction and imagination. Some songs tell true stories, others explore what-ifs or pure creativity. For me, it’s all part of the process I love.

I write my lyrics with pen and paper in my spare time. I love the process of writing lyrics — trying, testing, shaping them until they fit, and then seeing if they can fly.

To bring my lyrics to life, I use AI.
I have deep respect for real musicians — their craft inspires me.
AI is simply another tool in the toolbox, like a guitar, a pedal, or a studio plugin — a way to shape the sound.

I don’t press a button and call it music — I steer it.
I test sounds, reject versions, tweak the emotion, and adjust every detail until the atmosphere is right.

For me, the goal is to write lyrics that resonate — whether as storytelling or pure emotion. Then I shape them into tracks I’d want to listen to myself.

Thanks for taking the time to listen.
If it connects with you — welcome back anytime.
If not — fair enough. Maybe the next one will.
More music is always on the way.

Upcoming danish rapper 
Collaborating a lot with Big maddy and Max

New tracks tagged #moodyvibes