stapled together in audacity. midi drums from songsterr, guitars recorded on my phone then wimpered into a condenser mic for a bit. Sorted.

this is the demo for "Tapeworm". thanks for listening :)  

lyrics:

kill any part of you
that wants nothing more
than to breathe,
and feed on the sun.
told you to part;
tore it apart.
tearing it up at the scene.
I feel you've all gotten
boring.

the tapeworm will turn
at any thought of any urn:
come crawling out your throat
and into what you wrote.
well, what's this on about?
oh, what's your tone about?
anyways.

falling up,
or falling out.
a phallic touch.
failing that, he'll leave her in the dust
and run a ring around us.

a tertiary thought.
it'd be worth the cold
for a mykonos.

(fin.)

West Pier! is an alternative-indie/post-punk, novella-rock music project by max gokcan :)

Tapeworm (demo)

[Verse 1]  
Flickers of you haunt these shattered halls,  
Cold light through blinds; I’m drowning in the fall.  
Whispered secrets echo where we once lay,  
Now shadows choke the words I couldn’t say.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Rou, I’m tethered to the ghost of what we were,  
Fractured hopes in every silent blur.  

[Chorus]  
This cruel game stole the warmth right from my veins.  
Rou, your name’s a blade I chase through endless rain.  
I’m broken on the edge of wanting you again,  
Lost in the ache, I’m bleeding for Rou.  

[Verse 2]  
Night air tastes of all the things we lost;  
Your absence like a knife, it cuts across.  
I trace your name in frost upon my skin,  
Each letter burns a wound I’ll never mend.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Rou, your echo’s all that stirs my hollow heart;  
I’m falling into pieces torn apart.  

[Chorus]  
This cruel game stole the warmth right from my veins.  
Rou, your name’s a blade I chase through endless rain.  
I slip beneath the weight of all I can’t contain,  
Drowning in the ache, I’m bleeding for Rou.  

[Bridge]  
Walls close in on truths we left unsaid.  
If tears could ransom, I’d pay with every breath.  
Rou, I’d walk through fire just to feel you near,  
But fear remains the final voice I hear.  

[Final Chorus]  
This cruel game stole the warmth right from my veins.  
Rou… your name’s the echo in my hollow frame.  
And I’ll wait in darkness, hoping you remain,  
The ghost I’m still bleeding for — Rou.

———

A post-punk revival dirge of electronic noir and baritone anguish. Glacial synths collide with driving bass and emotional lyrics in this darkwave lament, where color-coded grief and urban decay fuse into a haunting ode to love’s blade.

In “Cruel Game,” love is the battlefield and regret the weapon. It confesses the pain of chasing a phantom, exposing the wounds we carry when affection becomes a trap we cannot escape.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival 
Key: D♭ Major
BPM: 133
Time Signature: 4/4



Light

Cruel Game

[Verse 1]
In the labyrinth of midnight, we wander through sorrow’s hall,
Rou, your spectral touch ignites a fragile, haunted call.
Within these silent chambers where lost hearts dare to roam,
I whisper your name in echoes, never quite the same.

[Pre-Chorus] 
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the depths of despair, I’m drawn back to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—ghosts within my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.
Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou.

[Verse 2]
Under a pallid moon and skies that weep with time,
Your eyes, like fading lanterns, flicker in my mind.
Every tear that carves the page reveals a love grown rue,
Rou, oh Rou, my soul is marked by the grief of you.

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.
Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou. 

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Final Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
I’m adrift in endless darkness, eternally confined.
Through you, Rou—through you, through you, Rou,

[Outro]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou. 

———

A gothic ballad steeped in darkwave ritual and poetic baritone. Sparse guitars and ambient echoes weave through repeated invocations, casting a cinematic spell of obsession and grief. Perfect for fans of atmospheric indie and ritualistic soundscapes.

A ritual of remembrance, “Whispers of Rou” summons the unseen. It explores the pull of loss, the beauty in broken promises, and the way a single name can haunt the corridors of the heart.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: F♯ Minor
BPM: 120
Time Signature: 4/4


Whispers of Rou

[Verse 1 - Repeat]  
In twilight’s grip, I drift through fading memories,  
A lone hope flickers as night claims its due.  
Each step along shadowed streets murmurs lost confessions,  
Where silence reveals truths emerging anew, anew.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
The city pulses deep—a cold, relentless beat,  
Dark echoes assure that decay can kindle retreat.  

[Chorus]  
It's Light, lead me through this endless night,  
Where shattered dreams blend with fading light.  
When I’m lost in my own design,  
I grasp at echoes to steady what's mine—  
Though I sink into the void, alone,  
Your spectral pulse guides me back home.  

[Verse 2]  
Beneath a waning moon, vacant eyes recall  
Deep-seated fears stripped bare against the fall.  
In the solitude of midnight’s somber hymn,  
Each trial unveils strength carved from within.  

[Bridge]  
In quiet shadows, the urban pulse resounds,  
Revealing strength in cracks where hope is found.  

As night bears down on a weary heart,  
Faded scars ignite a slow restart.  
Through storms, a hidden courage begins,  
Where darkness breaks, a new journey spins.  

[Final Chorus]  
Light, burn through this ceaseless void,  
Where hope and shadow merge—unalloyed.  
Even when darkness seeks to tear me apart,  
I hold fast to echoes deep within my heart—  
In every descent, your spectral tone  
Reminds me I’m never truly alone.  

[Outro - Repeat]  
At dawn’s edge, I rise from the night,  
Bearing scars that spark salvaged light.  
In every lingering shadow, your echo is true—  
The path through darkness is found, step by step, with you.

———

An urban punk anthem turned cinematic rock odyssey. Baritone vocals ride against neon-tinged guitars and pulsing drums in this post-punk narrative—a heartbeat in the void that fuses grit with atmospheric depth, guiding you from darkness into defiant hope.

“Spectral Pulse” chronicles the heartbeat of a restless soul. It’s an urban odyssey of rediscovery, a story of finding courage in the spaces between ruin and resolve, where every step echoes possibility.

———

Genre: Punk Rock
Key: D Major
BPM: 132
Time Signature: 4/4



Spectral Pulse

[Verse 1]  
I walk through streets where silence screams,  
A twisted hush of broken dreams.  
The flicker lights, they burn and fade—  
A city drowning in its shade.  

[Verse 2]  
The sky is cracked like fragile glass,  
A haunted echo from the past.  
Footsteps vanish into air—  
I chase a ghost that isn’t there.  

[Chorus]  
Oh, the shadows collapse and bend,  
Twist me ’til there’s no amend.  
A roaring void eats up the truth—  
I feel the chill of a wasted youth.  

[Bridge]  
Ashes whisper through the night,  
Whisper lies, then take to flight.  
Winds are howling, cruel and cold,  
Spinning secrets left untold.  

[Verse 3]  
We build our towers out of stone,  
But every wall comes crashing down.  
The static hum fills every space—  
It masks the tears upon my face.  

[Final Chorus]  
Oh, the shadows collapse and bend,  
Twist me ’til there’s no amend.  
A roaring void eats up the truth—  
I feel the chill of a wasted youth.

———

A dark alternative hymn of urban ruin, combining industrial punk grit with poetic nihilism. Baritone vocals and electronic keyboard carve a post-punk tapestry of city decay and lost youth, perfect for gritty playlists and emotional rebellion.

When “Shadows Collapse,” the world’s facades crumble and raw truth emerges. This anthem of collapse and defiance asks: what do we become when all our pillars fall away?

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival 
Key: A Major
BPM: 117
Time Signature: 4/4


Shadows Collapse

[Verse 1]  
You're so calm when you're unraveling, dear,  
You're a dream when you're not listening, dear—  
I'm fading.  

[Verse 2]  
You're the only one who swears there's nothing  
Left to feel in this connection—  
That's your grand confession.  
You're a last kiss, a static echo,  
The applause after affection—  
It defines you, too.  

You can't pretend while I'm away  
That you won't play back every day  
The ways we lost control.  
But don't reach out—I'm  
Residing in a silence  
That won't take your name anymore.  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Something to post,  
Something to prove,  
Nothing feels close  
When there's nothing to lose (ah, ah).  

[Chorus]  
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
We've got two hundred eyes that saw us last night.  
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye.  
Sleep tight, spotlight—  
Pretend it's right, pretend it's right,  
Pretend tonight.  

[Verse 3]  
You're the only version of my fiction  
That I almost believed—through  
All the staged conviction.  
You're a past fever, last teaser—  
I'm scrubbing off the preview  
Of how we once aligned.  

[Bridge]  
Don't try to find me—  
I'm parked between regret and reinvention.  
That kiss on 4th and Vine—  
It played like cinema,  
But it meant decline.  

[Chorus – Reprise] 
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
We've got two hundred eyes that saw us last night.  
Sleep tight, streetlight—  
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye.  
Sleep tight, spotlight—  
Pretend it's right, pretend it's right,  
Pretend tonight.


———

A cinematic post-punk confession drenched in baritone regret and neon atmospheres. This alt-indie breakup drama turns heartbreak into spectacle, pairing glimmering guitars with moody electronic pulses for maximal emotional impact.

“Public Display of Affection” lays bare the performance of love under watchful eyes. It unravels the tension between appearance and reality, revealing how we hide our deepest wounds in plain sight.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: A Major
BPM: 127
Time Signature: 4/4


Public Display of Affection

[Verse 1]
She says,
It helps with the lights out.
Her rabid glow
Is like braille to the night.

She swears
I'm a slave to the details,
But if your life is such a big joke,
Why should I care?

[Chorus]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight,
So that you two can take some time,
Teach each other to reciprocate.

[Verse 2]
She feels that my sentimental side
Should be held with kid gloves,
But she doesn't know
That I left my urge in the icebox.

She swears
I'm just prey for the female—
Well then hook me up and throw me, babycakes,
'Cause I like to get hooked.

[Chorus 2]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved—
They're all bound to leave some keepsakes.

I've been swinging all the time.
Think it's time I learned your way.
I picture you and me together—
In the jungle, it will be okay.

[Bridge]
I'll bring you when my lifeboat
Sails through the night—
That is supposing that
You don't sleep tonight.

[Verse 3]
It's like learning a new language,
Helps me catch up on my mind.
If you don't bring up those lonely parts,
This could be a good time.

It's like learning a new language—
You come here to me.
We'll collect those lonely parts
And set them down.

You come here to me.

[Outro]
She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's brief,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her light is brief,
My darkness eternal.

———

A post-punk revival cover reimagined as an art-punk baritone elegy. Detachment coils around whispered confessions, while minimalist guitars and subtle synths translate urban disillusionment into a hypnotic soundscape of time and memory.

A meditation on time’s cruel irony, “The Clock” explores how we rush toward tomorrow yet cling to yesterday’s ghosts. It’s a poignant reminder that some moments demand to be felt, not forgotten.

A tribute to the legendary band 'Interpol'.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: E♭ Major
BPM: 133
Time Signature: 4/4



The Clock

[Verse 1]
I painted our walls in fields of emerald light.
Every stroke a promise that we’d never die.
Now the brush sits empty in my trembling hand;
Colors bleed together where I try to stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your laughter filled these halls with springtime air.
Now silence blooms in every corner, everywhere.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes, I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I cannot hold.
My favorite color is green; now it’s all gone cold.

[Verse 2]
Leaves fall like memories along this lonely street.
I trace your footprints in the damp beneath my feet.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies;
They ring like distant echoes of what could be.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rou, I reach for something only ghosts can give—
A hue, haunts me more than teaching me to live.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes, I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I cannot hold.
My favorite color is green; now it’s all gone cold.

[Bridge]
But I keep walking, I keep fading,
Through the static of the night.
I hear your voice, but it’s just memory—
Another ghost in flashing light.

[Final Chorus]
My favorite color is green; every leaf reminds me.
They ring like distant echoes of what we could be.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies.
My favorite color is green—your color. It’s now on me.

———

A griefwave alt-ballad where color symbolism becomes memory incarnate. Baritone vocals and trembling guitars mourn emerald-stained love in lush indie arrangements, blending post-punk sensibility with cinematic folk intimacy.

In “Your Color,” grief takes form in a single hue. It mourns the vibrancy lost with love’s departure and asks how we repaint our world when the palette of the past stains everything we touch.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival / Alternative Ballad 
Key: E♭ Major
BPM: 115
Time Signature: 4/4



Your Color

[Verse 1]
My world was once a quiet shade of blue,
The sky above was honest—lines all true.
You came alive like ivy on cold stone;
Now emerald vines grow where I roam. 

[Pre-Chorus]
As I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your voice—but it’s just memory,
A flicker buried out of sight.

[Chorus]
My favorite color now has turned to green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
You wore it soft, like dawn behind the rain—
Now it clings to me like barnacles on pain.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Verse 2]
In misty fields, I walk alone.
Green shadows flicker where we called home.
My hands once reached for skies of blue,
But every touch now leads back to you.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your laugh—but it’s just memory,
A pale star lost in fading light.

[Chorus]
My favorite color now has turned to green—
It drips from leaves, itvstains the unseen
I trace your pulse through every leaf—
Each is a wound that time won’t relieve.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Bridge]
I am a broken shadow still,
Scarred by sapphire, torn by green’s chill.
Yet in the quiet, faint echoes weave—
Your soul rides on the autumn breeze.

[Final Chorus]
My favorite color now is haunted green—
Fused with my sapphire past into teal.
It binds our fractured echoes in between—
A wounded hue that only time can heal.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on… heart still beating.

———

An atmospheric post-punk elegy of teal transformation. Baritone vocals soar through shoegaze-laced guitars and ambient currents, merging sapphire past and verdigris grief into a single, haunting sonic ritual of memory and rebirth.

“Haunted Green” weaves past and present into one wounded spectrum. It’s an elegy for transformation, where sorrow and memory blend until they become the very essence of who we are.

———

Genre: Atmospheric Post-Punk Revival
Key: A♭ Major
BPM: 103
Time Signature: 4/4


Haunted Green

[Verse 1]  
In shadows so deep, where dreams confide,  
A young artist drifts on fate’s quiet tide.  
Her brush—a soft whisper in the still of night—  
Searching for purpose in the absence of light.  

With hues of sorrow and shades of gray,  
Her heart sketches stories of a lost yesterday.  
Within silent chambers of her wandering mind,  
She weaves a tapestry of secrets, undefined.  

[Chorus]  
Her soul, like a mournful dance or timeless poem,  
Yearns for peace in the hours before dawn.  
Each step—a phantom’s tender embrace—  
Carving hope from shadows, seeking solace.  

[Verse 2]  
Through twilight’s veil, her spirit dares to roam,  
On a quest for sanctuary far from the known.  
Beneath neon nights, where electric dreams ignite,  
She finds a spark of hope amid the fading light.  

With hues of sorrow and shades of gray,  
Her heart sketches stories of a lost yesterday.  
Within silent chambers of her wandering mind,  
She weaves a tapestry of secrets, undefined.  

[Chorus]  
Her soul, like a mournful dance or timeless poem,  
Yearns for peace in the hours before dawn.  
Each step—a phantom’s tender embrace—  
Carving hope from shadows, seeking solace.  

[Bridge]  
A life with meaning, every footstep in rhyme—  
A journey echoing across the chords of time.  
In the stillness of dusk, her hopes entwine—  
Her art, a lament of all she leaves behind.  

[Outro]  
In twilight’s grace and time’s hidden place,  
Within the quiet of dreams, away from life’s race,  
May she find her path and let her soul reside...  

For in whispers of a solitary soul,  
The answers lie, yet to be told.

———

“Solitary Soul” is an unflinching walk into the quiet halls of the human spirit—a cinematic post-punk revival ballad that invites you to stand face-to-face with your own echoes. Every line is a brushstroke on a canvas of introspection, weaving together nocturnal fears, fragile hopes, and the aching weight of memory.

Here, solitude is not an absence; it’s a landscape. It’s the stillness of midnight, spent searching for light at the edge of your own thoughts. The song holds hands with sorrow without losing its grasp on resolve, crafting a story about persistence—through dusk into the cusp of dawn. Whether you find yourself at a creative crossroads or simply drifting through the quiet spaces between one breath and the next, “Solitary Soul” offers a sanctuary: tender, honest, and steeped in haunting beauty.

Beneath its dark, cinematic surface, the track reveals its heartbeat slowly, allowing each listener to unearth their own truths. This is a song for anyone who has ever felt like an unfinished poem or a lone soul wandering after the last light fades. Let it speak to you as it plays—the sound of one spirit reaching toward another across a room lit only by the glow of dreams.

———

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: G Major
BPM: 126
Time Signature: 4/4

———

Inspired by one of the most amazing human beings I've ever met, Soha ♡

Solitary Soul

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

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