is a musical subgenre of indie rock and alternative rock. It is characterized by slowed rhythms, minor key melodies, minimal arrangements and rarefied, depressed atmospheres. The songs have a strong instrumental component.

slower crystal

slow iceland

A stripped-bare post-hardcore elegy—part indictment, part eulogy—channeling La Dispute and Touché Amoré to name the myth, name the blood, and say it plain.

[Verse 1]
They named it after a baby ghost.
They called it culture.
They meant race.
Typed “keep it clean” and hit send.
We saw it.

[Verse 2]
The castle wasn’t old.
Just expensive.
Locals marched.
They called it freedom.
But locked the doors.

[Chorus – Mid-Song]
Say it plain.
You built a myth on someone else’s grave.
You called it pride—
but the guns knew better.
Now it’s policy.
Now it’s home.
And if the lion sleeps tonight,
he dreams of blood.

[Verse 3]
They posted “invasion.”
Over and over.
One kid read it.
Picked up a gun.
They said “don’t blame us.”

[Verse 4]
“Historic Nation.”
“Western values.”
Slideshows at school board meetings.
Fear on cue cards.
Same script. New actors.

[Bridge]
Castle’s closed.
Name’s gone.
But the site still loads.
Different flag. Same page.
Nothing ends. It mutates.

[Chorus – Outro Cut]
Say it plain.
It’s always been fear.
Dressed as culture.
Sold as pride.
You built a myth
on someone else’s grave.
Now it’s law.
Now it’s home.
And if the lion sleeps,
he dreams of blood.

The Lion Sleeps in Berkeley Springs

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Dream-Folk, Folktronics, Psychedelic Folk, Sadcore, Slowcore, Indie, Alternative

at the trail of a dream again

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Dream-Folk, Chamber Folk, Folktronics, Psychedelic Folk, Sadcore, Slowcore, Indie, Alternative

at the trail of a dream (wonderlust)

“My Dead Friends” by Marie Howe

I have begun,
when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question

to ask my dead friends for their opinion
and the answer is often immediate and clear.

Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child
in my middle age?

They stand in unison shaking their heads and smiling—whatever leads
to joy, they always answer,

to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy’s ashes were —
it’s green in there, a green vase,

and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and he says, yes.
Billy’s already gone through the frightening door,

whatever he says I’ll do.

I Have Begun

(Verse 1)
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

(Chorus)
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Verse 2)
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

(Chorus)
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Outro)
Haply may remember...
And haply may forget...
I shall not see the shadows...
I shall not feel the rain.

Haply May I

A quiet anthem for the ones who drive through the dark and find their own light.
“Show me your light, you falling star, guide me where the slow things are.” This version breathes — just voice, rain, and a slow heartbeat of faith.

Little Star

Like sinking underwater. Every frequency stretches until it feels infinite — a mirror for every quiet breakdown you never posted.

sometimes i feel empty (SUPER SLOW)

Slow candle of a song—grief tended into lasting love. Felted piano, low strings, and a hush of room tone cradle a voice that carries names like light. Images of rain on stone, breath on winter glass, and letters traced by hand move from night to first light. No grand gestures—just the steady work of remembering, and the quiet courage of walking on with what remains.

The Light You Left

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.

~ Indie/Alternative/Emo/Pop-Punk ~

Bassist of the Tulsa, OK band, The Leaf Peepers.

I learned to read by playing Pokemon Yellow.

Nicola Porcu 
artistic name: nikproteus

The contact with music begins as a child listening to hours of music on the radio.
At 7 years he studied piano and began to compose his own songs.
At 15 he studies drums and percussion.
He began a musical career that led him to play in various musical groups throughout Italy.
In the meantime he begins to study composition and work with computer programs.
Over the years he dedicated himself to the study of mixing and mastering and began studying bass and ukulele.
Now after years of experience in the music industry, has a vast musical repertoire of different genres and is dedicated mainly to music for film and video of various kinds, working with several musicians, directors and music platforms.

Raw energy. Heavy beats. Music built for sweat, pain, and power. Dropping a new track every Friday — no skips, just pure grind🦍.

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

There is no if nor how, there is only now

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