Bleeding

https://open.spotify.com/track/3R0qutmZkRMXKwDuqiIAko?si=1338fe9b78d04320

Метель

Dolbania - Метель

Hug Me Not Hashtag Kiss Me A Lot ###

Anomaly .7

Music from game „Unfortunate Turn Of Events“ made in 48 hours for PULS Gamejam 2025 by Nozomu Games: nozomu57.itch.io/turn-of-events

Unfortunate Turn Of Events (Main Theme)

substack

Standing in the wreckage feeling helpless but a glimmer of light pierces the veil of doubt like a flicker of flame and drives us forward.

My final mix for the instrumental version. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to like and leave a comment as your feed back is always appreciated and helpful.

Prometheus

Music written in response to the sudden loss of a beloved pet. Sorely missed but always loved and remembered well.

Words - Before me, before it rained
We were together in time and now rightly pained.
Nothing I can do to change it
Nothing's gonna make it go away
Here in my heart you have a home to always stay.

Before me, the tides keep on changing
Before me, I'll keep rearranging again and again.

Time and time again we wake up then fall asleep
When will the sun come out and bring us all up from the deep.

B4ME

exploring new Erika synths lxr-02 drum synth
moog muse - lead
Roland jupiter - arps
field recordings from @luftrum

society 88

Nanbar

//
it's been a while 
since we last kissed
if u see me today
i wonder if u cry
if u see me today
will we be in love
for a while?/while
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i know we got a dirty past
tainted 
blood
all over our heart
oh my god
last sex and the drugs 
with u baby
im obssesed
can't forget
it felt like a slit in the wrist
babe 
please hold
baby
be my drug/be my drug/be my drug
/be my drug again
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LAST KISS LAST TOUCH

Now that’s a cryptic pairing. Here’s a concept riff:

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Tsarwicc | Randleman
A haunt beyond the oval.
Where burnout echoes into silence, and roadside shrines flicker in eternal dusk.
Here, Tsarwicc reclaims the speedway’s forgotten hymns—ritualizing lost velocity, discarded helmets, and the spectral drawl of Southern legacy.
From pit crews to cryptic choirs, every track Fuel for the Stillborn, or Petty Saints. Want to go harder into that haunted motorsport Americana vibe? Or twist it toward Tsarwicc’s quieter layers: rust as resonance, oil as oracle. I’m buckled in either way. 🏁🕯️