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Indie Uplift

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Future Me Hates Me

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Sometimes, Forever

Shotgun

Inner World Peace

Abigail

Wilco Live (Orange)

Bird Without a Tail / Base of My Skull (Live at Beacon Theater, New York, NY, June 21, 2024)

Words fall short. The body takes over.

"Bodies Speak" explores the unspoken, the electric language between two people. It’s a visceral, seductive journey where touch, breath, and anticipation drown out the need for words. This track blends dark electronic sensuality with hypnotic rhythms and intimate, almost primal, vocals. The lyrics tell a story of silent connection, where everything is understood without speaking, where the body becomes the messenger.

Musically, it lives in the realm of darkwave, experimental electronica, and sensual downtempo, reminiscent of The Knife, FKA Twigs, and Nicolas Jaar. It’s music that vibrates under your skin, taking you deeper into the feeling rather than the words.

For those who understand that sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

Feel the pulse. Let your body do the talking.

Bodies Speak

Élite Mundial

(Verse 1)
You slide in like static on the radio
Midnight perfume, dressed in vertigo
Eyes like crime scenes, lips a cigarette
I lit your fuse, but I’m the one who’s wrecked

(Pre-Chorus)
You said, “Love’s a game,” and I’m a bad sport
Always chasing hearts I can’t afford

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Verse 2)
We danced like secrets on the fire escape
Your laugh was louder than my big mistakes
I should’ve known from the start,
You play guitars like you play hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
Said “Don’t get close,” but pulled me in tight
I lost my head in your blacklight

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Bridge)
And now your ghost is in my speakers
Singing lies in perfect pitch
I tried to quit you cold,
But you're the needle and the itch

(Final Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
I’d light you up all over again
Even if it burns, I’ll take the flame
You're the bruise that feels like fame
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Love like yours should be restricted

Velvette cigarettes

Riot!

That's What You Get

Almost

Sisyphean Ascent

/ˈsɪsəˌfiən/

You can use Sisyphean to describe things that require a lot of hard work and yet will never be truly finished.

Almost

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