A Discography

Art of conversation

...Might Sink Ships

Your Dreams Don't Mean A Thing

Knumears/vs self Split

knumears- Threehundredsixtyfive days in a week

Toru Okada - kiss me through the computer screen

we met at a place we both hate

Pig destroyer- All my wishes were thrown down a well and should die there

These words that you said to me
Were they true did they mean anything 
Now I'm stuck waiting for you 
Which is something I never wanted to do

You said we were poets 
I love you but I won't show it 
The stars fall jus for you 
While I wish desperately for you 

This angel sings clear 
These angel brings fear 
Why aren't you here 
This pain is severe 


basin

Into Me

Half Lit Rooms is the debut EP from Civic Ghosts—three emotionally raw songs about memory, silence, and the weight of things left unsaid. Blending spoken word, alt-rock, and ambient post-hardcore, these tracks don’t perform—they confess.

Each song captures a different kind of grief: the quiet aftermath (Half Lit Rooms), the ache of unspoken words (Ghost Notes), and the rising panic of unresolved memory (Wires in the Walls).

This is cinematic emo for people who feel too much. It doesn’t ask for closure. It just lets the room stay dim.

Ghost Notes

my head in clouds - donut run

I Hate Myself - Caught In A Flood With The Captain Of The Cheerleading Squad

I Hate Myself - Caught In A Flood With The Captain Of The Cheerleading Squad

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