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Like You Mean It

This is the remastered version of "Two of us" album. A soft, indie pop-rock album that perfectly captures cozy, relaxed autumn vibes. It’s a melancholic yet intimate collection of songs, painting a soundscape of quiet rooms, falling rain, and hazy light—ideal for reflective evenings.

Cold Hands (Remastered)

From 'Nights', debut EP from Pale via Spirit Goth Records

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Lauren Lewis opens her soul on Heart on Repeat — a collection of raw, emotional pop anthems about love, loss, and finding yourself again. Each track beats with honesty, warmth, and unforgettable hooks that linger long after the last note. This is vulnerability turned into power — her heart, on repeat. ❤️

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I Give in to Sin

Taking Me Where I Want to Be

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Jangle Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

sweet & sour

Doors swing wide, the wave consumes the light
In the neon haze, we search for something right

Crowd surges like a tide beneath the ceiling high
Spotlights carve the aisle, a grave of glow in the night
Flat screens shimmering, a frontline in our eyes
We bleed for pixels, under blackout skies
Midnight riot ‘neath the price tags lost and found
Bodies hit the floor, in the echo of the sound
Shopping carts like ghosts across a metal stampede
Greed in our veins, adrenaline the seed

We bleed for pixels, claw for the beam
In the silent war of wants, we chase the dream
Flat screens lining aisles like battlefield light
Black Friday turns angels into a fighting team
And all we want is to feel alive
In the echo of the sale, we survive

Box cutters flash like hidden steel beneath the glare
Wallets stay empty, yet the rage is everywhere
Broken displays on tired tile floors whisper the cost
Some fight for the screen, others fight for what they lost
Sunrise when the damage is done, bruises count the price
Victory hollow when you see the light but lose the night
Tape on the floor marks where our shadows fell
Yet the hunger restarts, the story we still tell

We bleed for pixels, claw for the beam
In the silent war of wants, we chase the dream
Flat screens lining aisles like battlefield light
Black Friday turns angels into a fighting team
And all we want is to feel alive
In the echo of the sale, we survive

Neon flickers on abandoned carts,
Price tags fade yet the craving restarts
Screens in bags but the eyes remain lost
We fought for a glow that won’t fill the cost
And when the signs reset, we’ll fall in line
Another long night, another sale we buy

We bleed for pixels, claw for the beam
In the silent war of wants, we chase the dream
Flat screens lining aisles like battlefield light
Black Friday turns angels into a fighting team
In the echo of the sale, we survive
We bleed for pixels, just to feel alive

We bleed for pixels (Indie Pop reload)

“Waves” drifts through the highs and lows of life with the calm certainty of the tide. It’s a reflection on how experiences rise, crash, and eventually smooth themselves out, shaping us in quiet, powerful ways. The song moves through moments of loss, grace, and renewal, showing how everything changes, yet somehow keeps flowing. It’s a gentle reminder that love, pain, and growth all move in cycles — never still, never the same — and that allowing yourself to be carried by them can transform you.

„Waves“ erzählt von den Höhen und Tiefen des Lebens – ruhig, dann wieder stürmisch, aber immer in Bewegung wie die Gezeiten. Der Text spiegelt wider, wie Erlebnisse anrollen, brechen und schließlich wieder abklingen, während sie uns leise und kraftvoll formen. Es geht um Verlust, um Gnade, um Neuanfang – darum, dass sich alles verändert und doch weiterfließt. Eine sanfte Erinnerung daran, dass Liebe, Schmerz und Wachstum in Wellen kommen und gehen und dass wir uns verändern, wenn wir lernen, uns von ihnen tragen zu lassen.

Waves

My life moves like water
Sometimes quiet, sometimes tall
I rise like a blue line climbing
Then I break, but I don’t fall
	
Scars fade like shorelines
Pulled soft by the evening tide
What hurt me in the morning
Drifts out to sea by night

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

Love moves like currents
Pulls close, then slips away
But even when it leaves me
It shapes me on its way

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

So let the water take me
Let it change my shape
Everything I’ve lived through
Comes and goes in waves


Waves

My Spell

If you’ve ever felt yourself breaking in ways only you could see—this one’s for you.
✨ Hold it, love it, share it, let  it  travel.

Come & Go

A dream-pop search party wrapped in tape hiss and half-remembered summers. Julie (No Last Name) drifts through warped cassette tones, heavy chorus guitars, lo-fi drum machines, and hazy vocals that sound like they’re coming from another room. Or another year.

Set at 112 BPM, the track lives in that blurry space between nostalgia and invention. A ticket stub. A festival in July. A face that feels real but won’t stay still long enough to focus. The synths wobble, the melodies detune, and the memories refuse to confirm whether Julie ever really existed.

This is music for late drives, old photos, and scrolling too far back through your own history.

Dream pop, indie psych, lo-fi textures, and summer haze.
Nothing resolved. Nothing forgotten. Just static.

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Julie (No Last Name)

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 use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

We bleed for pixels (Indie Pop reload)

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