Hallucination

No Queda Nada

Early Winter written by Gwen Stefani & T. Rice-Oxley.
Performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by Peter B. Mathis.

Early Winter

Palm of your Hands

Come On...

Written & Recorded in 2022. I'd like to revisit this one.

Lyrics:

I’ve been working for a long time, digging this hole
It’s hard work but I go, and it’s taken its toll
Tried following the path of people I know
But it’s an endless road, all alone

I hate the way I’m feeling, but self-loathing is treason
It’s tough enough to be alive
I stop myself from breathing, no chance of ever healing
I built my life around a rhyme

The desert’s cold, there’s no loopholes
And I’ve missed every shooting star
I lose my faith, but not my pace
So I can say that I made it this far

I cry a million rivers but they dry
It don’t make sense to me
And when I scream, there’s only silence
Some type of psycho pseudoscience
Can’t figure out the truth behind this phenomenon
It goes on and on and on

No time, no rhyme, no reason
I give into the season of blue
I can’t decide my feelings
The weather cuts the shape of my mood

No telling where I’m going, the wind is always blowing
I shift in and out of my prime
At any given moment, the pressure’s overflowing
And everything’s a waste of my time

The desert’s cold, there’s no loopholes
And I’ve missed every shooting star
I lose my faith, but not my pace
So I can say that I made it this far

I cry a million rivers but they dry
It don’t make sense to me
And when I scream, there’s only silence
Some type of psycho pseudoscience
Can’t figure out the truth behind this phenomenon
It goes on and on and on

Pseudoscience (Demo)

you/beauty

chimie kiki.mp3

Dub Life

Ceremony of Rust and Dreams

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

it’s all happening

Verse 1]
It doesn’t shout, it doesn’t chase,
it doesn’t ask to take its place.
It stands in stillness, soft and kind —
a quiet love, not far behind.

[Verse 2]
It’s not the spark that burns and fades,
but steady flame that gently stays.
Not rushing in, not drawing lines —
just holding on through passing time.

[Chorus]
🕯️ Love that waits — just outside the door,
doesn’t push, doesn’t ask for more.
It stays through silence, loss, and doubt —
and when you’re ready, you’ll find it there… still.

[ bridge]

[Instrumental interlude]
( warm ambient background, echo gitar)

[Verse 3]
It heard your tears, it knows your fear,
but never walked away from here.
It waits with grace, not with demand —
[ bridge]
a lantern glowing in your hand.

[Chorus – with harmony]
🕯️ Love that waits — just outside the door,
doesn’t push, doesn’t ask for more.
It stays through silence, loss, and doubt —
and when you’re ready, you’ll find it there… still.

[Outro – whispered]
It never left.
It only waited.

Palm of your Hands

Tilia