Originally, another instrumental but, thanks to Ramone, this has been transformed into a haunting song with wonderful lyrics.
Credit to Lord Byron for the recited passage, from his poem "The Giaour"...

"Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
To suck the blood of all thy race"

Vampire Lullaby (with Ramone)

𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗰 - 𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱
Eighth single from my self-titled debut album.

LISTEN: tunelink.to/inmyhead
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Written, arranged, performed*, recorded, produced, mixed & mastered by aloric. (*except drums)
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LYRICS:
[Verse 1]:
Hold me like a child, mother me so I feel I need you.
Stalk me ‘til I’m dying, cos we’ll die as one and not as two.
Hold me in the fire, leading me down flames so black and blue.
Drown me in the water, but I know it’s my hand leading you.

[Chorus]:
It’s in My Head, it’s in My Head.
(But it's in my head, but it's in my head, it's in my head)
It’s in My Head, it’s in My Head.
(But it's in my head, but it's in my head, it's in my head)

[Verse 2]:
Blacken all my white lies, suffocate the guilt until the joy,
Learn to live in blindness, ignorance keeps this man from a boy.
The way we walk, the way we talk, the way we think as one, it’s in my head.
And drag me through the rubble, I wish you would let me lay to rest.

[Chorus]:
It’s in My Head, it’s in My Head.
(But it's in my head, but it's in my head, it's in my head)
It’s in My Head, it’s in My Head.
(But it's in my head, but it's in my head, it's in my head)

[Bridge]:
Don’t try, don’t dream, don’t want, don’t need.
Don’t crave, don’t yearn, don’t live, don’t learn.
Don’t love, don’t lust, don’t talk, don’t trust,
No more, no more, no more, no more…No More.

[Outro]:
Fall in light, falling light,
Oooh oooh, it's such a mystery to me.
But you're in my head,
You're in my head.

Constant fight, constant fight,
Oooh oooh, when you hurt I feel you bleed,
But you're in my head,
I'm in your head.

And hide between the yin, and, yang.
Crawl out of my soul, in-tact.
Infect my head,
Heal my head.

And I don't need the fire to ignite,
I don't need to scriptures to recite,
I don't need the sun, or the moon, or the rapture, coming soon,
I don't need the noises,
I don't need, I don't need.

And it's not the mood swings, or the sad things,
It's not the question, of who reigns King.
It's not the silence, or the screams, or the nightmares, or the dreams,
It's not the love, or the fear, or the sadness, or the tears,
Or the voice, or the cries, or the whispers, or the lies,
Or the feuds, or the fights, or the truths, or the guise..

It's in my head.

Help me heal...
Help me heal...
Help me heal...
Help me heal...

aloric

In My Head

A tribute to one of the best tales ever told to me. 

Stendhal

As a song indirectly about nation-building but directly about the eye-brow raising freedoms that linger in the aftermath of building western democratic countries like Canada, centuries later its citizens patterned a new way forward for Canada: creating an ever changing definition of itself, year after year. But is the sustainable nature of a democratic nation conducive enough to construct one shared identity today, all this time later? Should citizens have 'stock' in domestic and international matters to an extent? Can the terms and conditions of our national history of blood, sacrifice, negotiation and compromise, lies and untruths, and follow-throughs of success and admiration be rewritten?

THP questions the assumptions left suspended in time. As a nation and as an entity which has continued along the path of walking a fine line between generosity and greed, war and peace, Canada takes center stage in this number. The lyrics twist and turn in typical THP fashion while incorporating and highlighting symbolisms and old world primeval notions of growth within a context akin to the development of democracies. Long Way Down uniquely conveys the significance of our national colours (red and white), the effects of togetherness and solitude, and giving voice to those who have served, built, fought for and defended our nation.

The song blends ethereal guitars, restrained percussion, and weary vocals into a slow descent — equal parts surreal and grounded, peaceful and unsettling.

LYRICS:

Soaring
Sailing
Nodded peaceful state
The red
Bleeding
And white still met

Hide cloth, Slab rock
Cold blood, Freedom
Scorched earth, Relent
Bygone, Attention

Sweet broadened conduit
It's a long way down
Feel it out but don't croak
Are you not around?
Quite vain might be fame again
Tall stage trip clown
Neat talk and onto it
It's a long way down

Soldiers 
Sharing
One final picnic

Hard shell, Your tool
Fresh paint, Remade
Parched globe, Spinning
New age, Disengage

Sweet broadened conduit
It's a long way down
Feel it out but don't croak
Are you not around?
Quite vain might be fame again
Tall stage, trip clown
Neat talk and onto it
It's a long way down.

Long Way Down

Velvet Bite is a spooky indie rock song for Halloween – playful on the surface, but carrying the weight of our times underneath. Blending gritty guitars, haunted string textures, and chamber psych atmospheres, it tells a ghost story about masks, power, and the lies we live with every day. For fans of Radiohead, Foals, and Ben Howard’s darker side.

Velvet Bite

Safety

Another Man

This song is about young love, crushes and innocence.  Recalling a time when it was fun to dance in the rain with someone special.

Waiting For You

The Pillars

bossa

🌿 Sanctuary entrance
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3w9MX1qnmCopmXkpwkyI4A?si=Jwahcr1RRv-OU_8mkuoqkA
“Motel of Delusions” — folk-rooted, dark-Americana influence, confessional
A roadside confession whispered somewhere between the neon hum of a forgotten highway and the quiet ache of an old wooden porch. A portrait of manipulation dressed in a warm voice and soft dust. At heart, it’s a reminder that the mirrors we fear most are usually the ones held closest.

━━━ ✦ LYRICS ✦ ━━━

When I speak, I speak in colors,
tones that settle in your chest.
And you lean into my pauses
like a pilgrim chased by pest.

I can whisper gentle riddles
as if mercy shaped my tongue.
And I leave you searching meaning
like a dog that lost its bone.

While your mind is fighting fog,
money’s gone — your ego too,
in a motel of delusions
where your charm is marked past due.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far smarter than you.
I need no reason to prove.
I’m a beauty, I’m the center,
I’m the pulse you never grew.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

I prepare my truths to hunt you,
soft enough to keep you still.
And you drink them out of habit,
never knowing what I spill.

I unveil my quiet judgments
in a kindness shaped for art.
And you fold beneath the phrasing
as I drift your world apart.

When you beg for sense and meaning
while I check your credit card,
you can call your kids and tell them
Christmas comes outside the yard.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far smarter than you.
I need no reason to prove.
I’m a beauty, I’m the center,
I’m the pulse you never grew.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

If I crack, I call it midnight.
If you slip, I call it fate.
If a truth begins to surface
I can put it back in place.
With a tiny dress for evening
that will put your doubts to rest.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far sharper than your reasons.
I outthink what you construe.
I’m a beauty, I’m a kingdom,
I’m the shape you can’t undo.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

[Wild.Era Immersive Fidelity] 
Listen to me on this one:

Don’t be shocked,
not even angry.
Nothing’s changed
since tree of life.
A crown made out of nothing
will still rule the weaker mind.

I’m much better than you.
The night knows when I move.
I’m far sharper than your reasons.
I outthink what you construe.
I’m a beauty, I’m a kingdom.
I’m the shape you can’t undo.
I’m the one you try to mirror
while your bed stares back at you.

Motel of Delusions

This is the fourth and final track in my PM project. These tracks are written, sampled, arranged and performed in a single two hour sitting.

This track was put together around a sample of a shoegazey guitar riff. It didn't really make sense until I dropped the big kick drum and then it went off in a techno direction, and I I added the burbling arpeggiated synths.

There are loads of effects on here as usual - the one that sticks out to me is the tonalizer applied to the beat (from Turnado). It adds some movement into the track which I find really propels the whole thing along. Turnado is really very cool although I only have the vaguest grasp of what I'm doing with it! Sometimes though I think a lack of mastery can be an advantage!

I ran this track through SubmitHub to find the genre, it tells me:

Electronica (48%)
Techno (46%)
Melodic Techno (24%)
Ambient (19%)
Electro (17%)

That's probably about right this time!

I've had brilliant fun with this project, all four tracks have come out well but very differently which I'm pleased about. Next step in the project is to put these together into a set which I can perform live.

I've also done an AM series of tracks, which is quite a different vibe. I'll be releasing them soon (January probably). 

I hope you've enjoyed these, please let me know what you think in the comments!

Cheers

Tom x


PM.002

Shoegaze, indie, post rock and electronica from Manchester, UK
tomleonard_uk@protonmail.com

PM.002

Tom Leonard