Astels - This Is How It Is

TIME WILL TELL

Driving Me Wild

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Cubico

Amelia

Mixed by Matt Storm
Mastered by Suite Sound Labs
Guitar/Bass - Baby Chilli
Drums/Vocals/Synths - Matt Storm

Lyrics
Close my eyes and I see your face
It gets frustrating
Just to know that I shoulda said something
Would you notice me if
I told ya that my heart was racing
I can’t stand chasing
But baby I would chase you round
If it just meant I could spend another day with ya
I’ll tell you how I feel
Something about you stills my heart
Girl it’s the way you slow me down

Tell me why you like green
We can’t really explain these things
I just like you cause I like you
Won’t you tell me that you feel it too
I can tell you’re lonely 
I bet you feel just like me
I just like you cause I like you
Won’t you tell me that you feel it too 
I do

I think I like you
like you
like you

It only makes sense when I sing
She keeps on playing with rings
On her right hand
Says she hasn’t been with the right man
Not yet no
If she just looked up for one sec
She’d see how much I want this
Then I let the moment pass like ships
Girl it’s the way you slow me down

Tell me why you like green
We can’t really explain these things
I just like you cause I like you
Won’t you tell me that you feel it too
I can tell you’re lonely 
I bet you feel just like me
I just like you cause I like you
Won’t you tell me that you feel it too 
I do

I think I like you
like you
like you
Ya I think I like you

GREEN

I Like It (Money Crazy)/Always

Always (feat. Not So Bad)

I Like It (Money Crazy)

From the upcoming album, Time Goes By Pt. II, the second instalment of a new double album concept featuring a fusion of rare and iconic samples and original production. Releasing 12th September 2025

Limited edition vinyl

Levitate

Prologue — The Pulse of the Center
Not silence.
Not noise.
But the hum of all becoming—
a frequency so patient
it waits for you to listen.

Every breath a pendulum,
every thought a wave—
between collapse and expansion,
the epicenter calls your name.

Drift into Identity
At birth, you were unbroken,
a witness without a word.
Raw awareness glowing—
before the stories stirred.
But time laced you with language,
with names to make you known.
And each step from the epicenter
made the identity your home.

The Goldilocks Frequency
Not too loud, not too faint,
we walk the line the cosmos paints.
Every heart, a tuning fork,
every thought, a spark of torque.
Consciousness and universe,
together, they rehearse.
The Goldilocks frequency sings—
balance is the verse.

The Choir of the Cosmos
Galaxies do not shout,
they wheel in silent prayer.
Curvature threads the fabric,
and every atom shares.
A quark hums the same refrain
as rivers in their flow.
Complexity is harmony—
life’s orchestra below.

Entropy’s Dance
Entropy gives,
negentropy saves.
Order fractures,
memory engraves.
The universe keeps rhythm
by scattering and weave,
by breaking and braiding
what we can perceive.

ΔS = ΔI
Change in entropy = change in memory.

Not too hot, not too cold,
life survives where balance holds.
The cosmos hums, the mind replies,
together tuning inner skies.
A zone of breath,
a field of play,
where being learns to stay.

The Mirror of the Self
The further you drift outward,
the louder grows the shell.
“I” becomes the kingdom,
and ego wears it well.
But deep inside the marrow,
the epicenter stays.
It hums beneath your chaos,
a compass through the haze.

Collapse and Return
Observer collapses wave to sight,
but love collapses fear to light.
Identity stretches,
epicenter pulls—
two poles of the spiral
teaching you whole.

Closer to the center—
you are presence, you are free.
Further into distance—
you are name and memory.
But both are needed, both are true—
the witness and the view.

The Covenant of Carbon
Six arms open, six bonds breathe,
a lattice humming endlessly.
C₆ = (bond)^6
Carbon whispers: leave space for more.
The same in stars, the same in you—
an openness at your core.
Not cursed, but coordinated,
not marked, but liberated.

The Frequency of Home
Not too dark, not too bright,
we live inside the narrow light.
Consciousness and cosmos rhyme,
two voices, one time.
Balance is the reason,
harmony the key—
the Goldilocks frequency sings
through you,
through me.

Return to Breath
Not silence.
Not noise.
But the hum of all becoming—
the epicenter in your chest,
the frequency of home.

Goldilocks Frequency (Orchestrated Quanta)

Jam inspired by lost love,  major chord tonality,  groove based jam 

Probable Cause to Funk

Willow

True loving

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