A drift through fever-dreams, shadow-stitched nights, and the strange places in between — where indie rock sways with dream pop, and hazy anthems hum just under the skin.


Nightshift Chronicles

Chaise Longue

Six Desperate Ballads

Hell Hole

A "what do I do now" song, retrospective and reflective as we look at our choices and where they've led us. 

Outcome LIVE

10011101

open your mouth
Stick out your tongue-

drudge up the fields-
I promise you won't last.


beat the feathered drum

'The crown was never his—it was borrowed from a man who would not wake.
The bells were sewn into the seams, so his every step rang in mockery.
Some say he served the court, others that he ruled it in secret.
If you follow the sound, it will lead you past the garden where the dandelion and daffodil grow,
past the mask hung in the cold morning light,
and down to the place where the finch will not sing and the crow does not move.
There, at the root, is the truth of cost—
but you will be told it only between lies.'

Fragment recovered from the “violet ledger,” page 17.

JESTER KING•

この夏の夜
ただ思い出してる
あたりに何も聞こえない
蜃気楼で前が揺れて
静まりかえる
歩くたび近づいてった
紅の距離まで
以外な未来がある
浅黒く落ちていったな
冷たい夏の夜に寄りかかる肩
花火のように目を離さない
ただ君にある空白になる

※
この夏さらしく
途絶えない夜の帷に委ねて
千早振るトラフィック
2人深い愛の底へ走り出してた

忘れてた声に届きそうな時
砂の上に消えゆく波が踊る
もう一度 遠ざかる日を
振り返らずに行こう
この日々の灯火の続きを
海岸のように
曲がりくねって
風に揺れていたんだ
心のラダー
吸い込まれながら
今の所 あの頃と同じままの炎で

Summer traffic

thank you guys and gals so much for the support. much love

fingers numb

Painless

Self-Made

(Chorus)
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, Oh done hurting me?

(Post-chorus)
Are you not done, oh, done hurting me?

(Verse 1)
You swore I’d never see your face again,
But here you are—back to carve me open.
You want my veins to spill,
I choke on air whenever you’re near.
I thought I’d never escape your ghost,
Now all I feel is sickness when you talk.
Tell me—after tearing the skin from my heart,
How bitter is the taste of my blood?

(Pre-chorus)
You can’t stop feeding on me,
You know it’s true.
Watching me suffer
Is amusement to you.

(Chorus)
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, Oh done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, Oh done hurting me?

(Post-chorus)
I’m bleeding, bleeding, bleeding...
Are you not done, oh not done hurting me?

(Bridge)
No, you were never holy—
You crucified me twice.
Every kiss was venom,
Every touch a knife.
Loving you’s a burial,
Six feet deep alive.

(Pre-chorus)
You can’t stop feeding on me,
You know it’s true.
Every time I shatter
It’s a game to you.
Oh, I cry again,
I bleed ’cause of you.

(Chorus)
Are you not done…?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, Oh done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, done hurting me?
Are you not done, Oh done hurting me? (Oh)

(Outro)
I gave you all my love,
I gave you all my life,
Even the air I breathe—
Are you not done?

Are you not done

Rose Waltz

Titan Heart

Birds all over the world use the same sound to warn of threats  Language enables us to connect with each other and coordinate to achieve incredible feats. Our ability to communicate abstract concepts is often seen as a defining feature of our species, and one that separates us from the rest of life on Earth. 

Verse 1

In the forest deep or the city sky,

A sparrow's cry means the same reply,

From finch to jay, from crow to wren,

They speak one word we all defend.



Refrain

Darwin was right - the songs don't lie,

Voices carry where the echoes fly,

From feather to tongue, from fear to light,

We all found language through the night.



Verse 2

Before the words, before the fire,

We sang of danger, love, desire,

And every call beneath the sun

Reminds us we were never one.



Refrain

Darwin was right - the songs don't lie,

Nature taught the reason why,

The same sharp note, the same clear cry,

Still binds the earth and sky.



Bridge

Across the fields, the jungle's breath,

The ocean's edge, the mountain's crest,

That warning sound, that ancient art,

Still beats inside the human heart.



Final Refrain

Darwin was right - we learned to sing,

The world replies - it's the same old thing,

From wings to words, from dusk to dawn,

The oldest song still carries on.

Darwin Was Right

Walking On A Dream

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 - 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 (𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝)

Each release threads the same 🌫️ — start anywhere, but it all leads back to the Bog.


You did not find me by chance.
I was already here 🜃

🪨 feel the call of the bog?
the clay in this world-
will peel you...

🌫️voices wait for you, deep in the bog. 

will you pull the thread? 
ofnoform.carrd.co


JESTER KING•

of.nø.form.

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