Vibe: Honest / Detached / Restless

Description: 
A raw brain-dump over a spaced-out beat. No masks, no polish—just the voice in your head when the filters are off and you’re tired of pretending. It's not always pretty, but it's real.

Lyrics: 

Verse
Wake up everyday, wanna put one in my brain 
Dukes i'd kill em both if i thought it'd ease the pain 
My mind can't get a break 
Grief, it work like weights 
Been prayin askin God who keep adding all these plates 
I keep taking these drugs 
But these drugs don't hit the same 
All i wanted was some love 
I seen i can be replaced 
Don't tell me that you love me 
I’ll believe it's fake 
They dressed me in a costume
Put a mask up on my face 

You are now him, but now i hate me (hate me)
Smile on my face i learned to fake it (fake it)
Everything i have, it don mean shit (mean shit)
Cause every day (everyday) I be fightin demons 

Guess I had a childhood, but ain’t know how to live it 
To busy dodgin' pain, too young to even miss it 
You see all of these drugs? (yeah) 
They became my prison
When I landed here on earth, was the day i began my Sentence 
(beat breath)
Was the day i began my sentence 
(beat breath)
Was the day i began my sentence 

Now grown, tryna trace my roots 
I’m searchin’ for a home in world that got no room 
See the people on the street? (yeah) 
They be living proof 
Hadda tell the voice to chill my mind can't take more abuse

Unfiltered Thoughts

Beta Tape Confessional is an experimental autobiographical rap track from MC Debris—part memory loop, part analog exorcism. A dense, lo-fi transmission recorded in the hiss of old gear and ghosted classrooms. For fans of MF DOOM, billy woods, Aesop Rock, and anyone who’s ever heard music inside a filing cabinet.

This track is part of the upcoming full-length album Jargon Monoxide, alongside:

→ Font of Your Fate – a TED Talk hallucination in 6/8
→ Mattie Galliard Ghostride – medieval lullaby for machines
→ The Snake Oil Queen – venomous spoken-word indictment in E minor

Written, performed, and produced by MC Debris

Beta Tape Confessional

Bleach Dreams is lo-fi slacker folk with surreal lyrics, deadpan delivery, and a mood somewhere between burnout and quiet acceptance. Recorded in my Atlanta kitchen with nylon-string guitar, it blends stream-of-consciousness storytelling and offbeat imagery — “I am a stain on the carpet at night, waiting for the bleach to come.”

For fans of Pavement, Silver Jews, early Beck, Alex G, and David Berman, this track drifts between dry humor and existential weight, channeling the hazy afternoons and restless nights of Southern summers.

Bleach Dreams

Part of an ongoing music experiment in perspective through streams of consciousness.

Quiet Space

“I create then disappear. I lost everything, but I’m still here.”

I’m not here to make waves, I’m just trying to keep the light on.

This music is for the ones drifting… the ones caught between the shore and the storm.
I know how wild these waters get, sharks circling, tides pulling, strange creatures below.

I built this lighthouse not to be seen by everyone, but to be found by those still swimming.

Welcome back to Earth. You’re not alone.

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Genre: Smogwave
Post-apocalyptic soul.
Built from grief, survival, and spiritual fire.
This is what the end sounds like when you’re still here.

Experimental electronic, consciousness expanding music exploring perception in every moment.

Atlanta-based lo-fi slacker rock, somewhere between a shrug and a daydream.

I write, play, and record everything myself — usually in my kitchen — blending nylon-string guitar, deadpan vocals, and surreal lyrics that wander between dry humor and quiet existential weight.

For fans of Pavement, Silver Jews, early Beck, Alex G, and David Berman.

Songs about carpet stains, paper boats, and the slow hum of summer afternoons.

MC Debris makes music for broken calculators and haunted spreadsheets—part spoken-word incantation. His work blends esoteric monologue with glitchy beats, channeling the spirit of MF Doom through the logic of a cursed equation. Words drift in and out of meter like they’re dodging something. Nothing’s explained, everything’s felt. “I said to the client, the price is X. I don’t know why—it just feels good.” That’s the doctrine. That’s the math.

New tracks tagged #stream-of-consciousness