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Wallace Cleaver - Outro Grünt #57

UN DE PLUS

I lost my line,
thoughts fall thin,
screens hum low,
no one within.

Static breath,
I replay my own trace.
Every thought, the same,
no face.

Fade to silence
Memory slips away.
Fade to silence
Nothing left to say.

Heart runs slow,
light turns grey.
I hear my voice
then it fades away.

Fade to silence (you fade to silence)
Memory slips away.
Fade to silence (all fade to silence)
Nothing left to say.

Je deviens flou
les sens en apesanteur
Tout devient flou
ces regards sans chaleur

Fade, thought erased.
Fade, time displaced.
Fade, sound withdrawn.
Fade, I am gone.

Fade to silence

I found your lighter in my coat
Didn’t cry — just felt the smoke
Your echo lives behind the door
But I don’t feel it like before

Some ghosts don’t need to talk
They just sit there and rot

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

Your records still spin in my head
But they scratch like everything you said
I bled enough on all your lines
Now I just cross out your signs

I don’t miss, I dissect
What you ruin, I protect

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe

All the blame you threw like knives
Guess what — I'm still alive
Every lie you wrapped in silk
I wear them now like scars, not guilt

I wonder if sometimes
Not too long, maybe just a second
You still think about me
You still hear my voice
You still smell my odor
Not too long, maybe just a second
I wonder sometimes

Cause I don’t
Fuck you Philippe
Just fuck you

I wonder sometimes (Post Punk Rock reload)

I keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

One, two, three, four!

I wake up in a borrowed shirt,
coffee cold, my knuckles hurt.
No plan, no prayer, no peace of mind,
just a spark that I can’t hide.

They say I talk too loud,
I say they live too quiet.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

City lights blur on my skin,
every siren feels like kin.
They write rules, I burn them slow,
’cause what I am, they’ll never know.

They say I’m bound to fall,
I say I’m built to crash.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need a name,
I don’t need your crowd.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

Clap your hands, stomp the floor,
I want less talk, give me more.
Every noise I make’s my prayer,
every breath says I’m still here.

I don’t need your grace,
I just need the sound.
If I can’t be right,
I’ll be too loud.
I don’t need your rules,
I don’t need your crown.
I just need to feel alive
before I’m figured out.

I don’t need your crowd (Garage Rock reload)

Heat in the crowd, flash in the glass,
Every beat says don’t let it pass.
You move like danger dressed in sin,
I play to lose, you play to win.

Hands up, heart wild,
Feel the tension get compiled.
One more look, you’re hypnotized,
Your body tells me otherwise.

I know you want my body — oh-oh-oh,
Feel it rising, don’t say no.
I know you want my body — oh-oh-oh,
Let the rhythm take control.
Touch me harder, move in slow,
We both know where this will go.
I know you want my body —
Just say it with your soul.

Sweat and smoke, we lose the floor,
Pulse inside the speaker’s core.
Every drop pulls us apart,
Every rise resets the heart.

No escape, we’re synchronized,
Every breath electrified.
Turn me up, don’t turn away,
We live the night, the rest can wait.

I know you want my body — oh-oh-oh,
Lights explode, the tempo slow.
I know you want my body — oh-oh-oh,
We don’t stop, we overflow.
Touch me harder, move in slow,
We both know where this will go.
I know you want my body —
Just say it with your soul.

You want my body

La rime.

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Make No Sense

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For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I don’t need your crowd (Garage Rock reload)

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