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Nindiya

Mera Naam

If I could hold the colour in my hand
I would be home, home again
and if I could break the bulb in your brain
then you would be a pure soul again
and if it isn’t worth it, then so be it.

Hold your head up high and walk on
no one knows the world you’ve touched
park the car behind the lot 
and love will come and greet you son
don’t look back or hearts of stone 
come crashing down come crashing down
arch your back son, float on by
high comes the flood and marks the end

Hold your head up high and walk on
no one knows that you’ve been touched

Cereal Killer

We had poisonous berries
Plucked under moonless skies.
Twice I have begged at the doorstep
There was never a voice inside

Crushed with a sable spoon, I
Drank deep what we prepared;
Softly, we moved to the courtyard,
Out where our shadows were paired

‘Come on,’ she says, ‘come on out of the fire;
My footsteps know to find me
I have never been so tired’
‘Come on,’ she says, ‘come on out of the fire;
My footsteps know to find me
I have never been asleep’

‘At least there is warmth here,’ I replied

Goldberry

I wish someday i could express
That you can't blame your way to a fix
And sometimes it's OK to bare your chest
And let the scars be healed by a lukewarm caress


Ali Suhail - Sasti Machli

"I would murder my heart a hundred times or more / For one more day with my eternal spring" 💔

"Le Printemps Éternel" - when love was endless season, before winter took everything away.

French electronic house about beautiful devastation. Sometimes the most dangerous songs are the ones that make destruction sound like devotion.

"She was my spring / when everything was growing / Now winter lives in me / since she's been gone"

Melancholic flow that'll break your heart while making you dance.

Lyrics © S R A 2025 | Produced with Suno.Ai

Le Printemps Éternel

Vocals/Guitars/Synth/Bass/Glockenspiel/Drums - Gentle Robot

Written and Recorded by Gentle Robot
Mixed and Mastered by Gentle Robot

Lyrics:

I'm losing grip of myself on this road
I'm walking through the dark in the cold
Struggling to think of what to say when I'm done listening
Legs can't stop trembling, I try to ease the shivering

But I'm melting on windowsills,
Melting on windowsills

Does this mean as much to you, as it does to me
I have a feeling I'm alone in this reality (x4)

Windowsills

Lyrics:

Words have gotten stale in my brain
The thoughts remain the same
I don’t need convincing anymore
And none of your concerns

I feel all right
But I’m empty inside

If you claim to be my friend
Why won’t you try to get into my head?
Please try to tweak things up a little bit
Kick start my heart back on the road

I seem alright
But I’m empty inside

Because inside is a withered tree
Waiting for the spring
And sometimes I feel an odd change
But the ebb tide takes it all away 

Beneath the surface of the ocean
There are treasures undiscovered
Keep digging and searching
For that pearl you left behind
In your search for purpose
In a time of wonder

I’ve been trying to find
Some meaning in this life
But I can’t see through it all
These objects that I see 
Are they for real?
Or is it all just in my mind
Am I just in my mind?

Credits
Vocals: Altamash Sever
Guitars: Luke Azariah and Misbah Uddin
Drums: Yusuf Ramay
Keys: Luke Azariah and Misbah Uddin
Saxophone: Jibraan Saeed

Produced by Misbah Uddin at Aeroplane Records
Drums tracked at True Brew Records

A very special thanks to: 
Zain Ahsan for letting us borrow his Fender blues junior amp. 
Danish Khwaja for just being there and for that suggestion for that part in Noni. 
Waleed Ahmed for being a source of inspiration and for that advice about using gated reverb on Ebb. 
Amr Kashmiri for being so damn hospitable and letting us use his expensive analog compressor and his Moog sub 37 and for also creating that sound of sea waves. 
Tabish Habib for directing the music video for Noni. 
Jamal Rahman for letting us use True Brew Records to track drums for all the songs we've made after 'Lead the Way'.
Sameen Qasim for her beautiful voice that we used for some of our backing vocal tracks.
Muhammad Awais for designing our logo and letting us use his neon light Keeray Makoray logo for our music video.
Haris Hidayatullah for being such an awesome human being and digitalizing, editing and animating our album artwork.

Island In The City

A good friend of ours, Faizan Reidinger, wrote this song with us a few years ago. We finally made a proper plugged arrangement for it and put it on the album featuring his vocals. 
_____________________________
Vocals: Nadir Shehzad
Backing vocals: Ali Suhail, Zahra Paracha
Guitar: Ali Suhail
Mandolin: Zahra Paracha
Audio production: Ali Suhail & Zahra Paracha
Composition: Ali Suhail
Lyrics: Nadir Shehzad & Faizan Reidinger
_____________________________

Lyrics:
Ab yeh baaton ka koi na hal
Sawalat fazool hain
Inn iraadon ki koi na jarr
Halaat kharab hain
Ab soch purani kyun
Khyalat pe ganay hain
Ab khoj lagani hai
Bas himmat kar ke ab

De do yeh dil
De do yeh jaan
Ussi ke naam
Jisne hai di tumhen zindagi
Bas himmat kar le ab 

Mujhe darr hai lag raha
Meri kamzori hai
Par main peechay na moroonga
Yeh meri zimmedari hai
Ab soch purani kyun
Jab hum tum saath hain
Ab khoj manani hai
Bas himmat kar ke ab

De do yeh dil
De do yeh jaan
Ussi ke naam
Jisne hai di tumhen zindagi
Bas himmat kar de ab

36 (Chhatees)

Himmat [Feat. Faizan Reidinger] -- ہمت

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Recorded, Mixed at Poor Rich Boy Studios.
Mastered by Abeer Sheikh
Produced by Zain Ahsan & Danish Khawaja

Old Money

1st single from the album Words from Boxes by Ali Suhail.

Lyrics:
We stood atop our hill 
Looking down as the valley fills 
Never knowing what it was like 

Never knew what we had 
Making failures out of little plans 
Far away from worldly plights 

Boy, Do I, Miss that time. 

Marking all the streets and trees 
Never knowing boundaries... 
Yellows in a room full of blue 

Never could associate 
With their agendas and their hate 
One and the same, me and you. 

Boy, Do I, Miss that time. 

And I, could not believe 
That you could see 
Everything beyond the eye 
Could not believe 
No one could be 
So simple as you and I 
When we were the heroes, like in my mind 
When no doubts could survive. 
Boy, Do I, miss that time.

Cereal Killer

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