https://open.spotify.com/album/5EV8ukD6InkwLOaJuZRtmi?si=8s6ufOe5RS-5Ms11L1CGTA

Lyrics -

Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far
We started over, we both know how it goes in the end, I'm dying when you say so
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna break it, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far

Now I'm in a party, bout two months ago I'd be in your arms
Lil baby's scared of the dark, and now she's all alone
Hold on let me count these caps, you've had a point and a half
It's really hard not to laugh, but in the morning you'll be yelling and screaming and punching the walls

I'm trying to hold you, and help you, you break in the door
I gave you everything you asked, and you still left me on the doorstep
Should of listened when he said that you were dumb and you were worthless

Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far
We started over, we both know how it goes in the end, I'm dying when you say so
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna break it, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far

Don't talk to my face like that, you're kind of dead to me
Don't call my phone again, you're not ahead of me
I miss the old you, you hate her don't you
I wish you'd stuck to your head when you're supposed to

Talk to me straight, no riddle
Feel small like Stuart Little
Feel shit like Todoroki, you don't e really know me
You never really liked me, I just seemed enticing
I ain't tryna fuck with someone that I don't even know
We touching on the dance floor, hold up wait a minute
She pull me in we holding hands, this time I really feel it
I ain't feel love for a while, so what do I know
But all I'm saying is a see you when my eyes closed

Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far
We started over, we both know how it goes in the end, I'm dying when you say so
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna break it, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't wanna break it, don't wanna start it over again, we really wouldn't get far

We really wouldn't, We really wouldn't
We really wouldn't get far
We really wouldn't, We really wouldn't
We really wouldn't get far

She said, I need a man, I wanna claw out his eyes
He'll do whatever I want, well at least for a while
You should buy him a drink for every line that you cross
So baby spin your web, my little spider of lies
She said, I want a car, but baby can't even drive
She want the wind in her hair, without the sun in her eyes

prod. peril <3 


Started Over

девочки любят траву, гашик, коноплю
это так круто
Ведь это так круто
оставили тебя одну
Снова одну
 в ванной на  утро
Пьяной на утро

Я уже устал мечтать 
Что будешь подо мной
Видно я слишком тупой
Видно я слишком тупой
(Опять проблемы с головой)
Это грязная туса
Их моя киса не любит
Опять пишут подруги
Зовут пыхнуть на кухне
Твое бледное тело
Было настолько красиво 
После поцелуя с тобой
Меня сбила машина
Меня сбила машина 
Меня сбила машина
Мое тело онемело
И всю память отшибло

Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу
Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу
Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу
Ты любишь курить траву а я тебя ебу

девочки любят траву, гашик, коноплю
это так круто
Ведь это так круто
оставили тебя одну
Снова одну
 в ванной на  утро
Пьяной на утро

Твое бледное тело
Было настолько красиво 
После поцелуя с тобой
Меня сбила машина
Меня сбила машина 
Меня сбила машина
Мое тело онемело
И всю память отшибло

Но никогда я не забуду
Мою любимую Полину <3

полина <3

Луна - Пули slowed

so funny how we met cause it felt so aligned
why do i always meet girls at the worst of times
the though of our last kiss is engraved in my mind
you told me its just for fun but i cant say goodbye (no no)

fell in love with a hippie girl
by herself in this trippy world
pass the joint till we cant help but hurl
reminiscing bout the times with her

everything just seemed so perfect
why did we have to be split apart
look at my eyes while i look in your heart
man the things i would do to go back to the start

everything just seemed so perfect
why did we have to be split apart

it doesn't make sense
why does the world work like this
we would get high then we'd kiss
those were the times that i miss
you weren't even my miss
with you my soul felt at bliss

fell in love with a hippie girl
by herself in this trippy world
pass the joint till we cant help but hurl
reminiscing bout the times with her

hippiegirl (shadez) [lyrics in desc] ALL PLATS SOON

"Palm Springs" Performed by Luna Shadows
Taken from "Digital Pacific" Debut Album
Written by Luna Shadows, In.Drip., and Thomas Powers
(c) (p) 2020 Luna Shadows 

Remix Composed, Produced and Mixed by Vicen Silvero
At My Kingdom Studio - Madrid
Cover Art: Vicen
(c) 2025 Vicen Silvero Music

Video Clip: https://youtu.be/cRVK0ORaKOw

Lyrics:
Somewhere far from city lights
"Mercury′s in retrograde"
Oh, turn off the radio
Play me something no one knows
Drag me down to Palm Springs
Where they keep their lawns green
Daiquiris on Sunday
Driving home by Monday morning
Motel light with a letter out
105, no sign of clouds in Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Driving late and packing light
Sign out, skin out on display
Oh, turn off the radio
Play me something no one knows
Drag me down to Palm Springs
Where they keep their lawns green
Daiquiris on Sunday
Driving home by Monday morning
Motel light with a letter out
105, no sign of clouds in Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Drag me down to Palm Springs
Where they keep their lawns green
Sippin' something poolside
Bragging ′bout your font size
Baby, for that show in Indio
The one where all of LA goes in Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Oh, turn off the radio
Play me something no one knows
Oh, turn off the radio
Play me something no one knows
Drag me down to Palm Springs
Where they keep their lawns green
Daiquiris on Sunday
Driving home by Monday morning
Motel light with a letter out
105, no sign of clouds in Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Where they keep their lawns green
Dinosaurs and drive-thrus
Ridin' in your sky blue 'cedes
Five more miles to the In-N-Out
Sun-kissed with the windows down
In Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Palm Springs
Palm Springs

Luna Shadows - Palm Springs (Vicen Silvero Remix)

concussion

miilia- gone girl (prod. jupiter)

Bad Bad Gurl

Альтуха

"Set Me Free" is a melancholic yet hopeful lo-fi track that captures the feeling of breaking away from mental constraints. Built around a warm, dusty piano loop and gentle vinyl crackle, the song features laid-back hip-hop beats at 85 BPM with subtle jazz chord progressions. Soft Rhodes keys drift in and out like scattered thoughts, while a mellow bassline anchors the dreamy atmosphere. The track evokes late-night introspection and the quiet determination to let go of what's holding you back—perfect for studying, relaxing, or contemplative moments when you need to clear your mind and breathe.

Set Me Free

🔥 Album Manifesto – Who Created the Devil?
🌀 Ritual of Release

This album was born as a gift, dropped ahead of the producer’s birthday. No market rules, no waiting for approval chains — just the freedom to sit down on that day and hear the music breathe. Every track is both a song and a coded ritual, translating scores into prompts, rhythms into syntax, and lived memory into sound.
🧩 The Mantra Protocol

At the heart of the record lies a shared denominator: words looped like mantras, repeated across songs to open portals.

    “I tied up time, three times, six times, nine again, then I started over… dis be my freedom.”

    “I tied up de wind jus’ to feel ya breath, three times in de black moon, seven in de full moon.”

These phrases recur across multiple tracks, executed like recursive functions. Repetition becomes invocation, numbers become gateways, and freedom emerges from the loop.
🎶 Track‑by‑Track Rituals

     Always find my way to Rome ⏳ Wandering blues mantra, 3‑6‑9 loop as survival code. Gravel, dust, Tacoma frost — every verse a debug trace of exile.

Three times, six times, nine again  🌬️ Wind, sun, and time bound in mantra syntax. Hoodoo chorus repeats across songs, each invocation a function call.

I rise, I fall, I circle back 🔥 College Station exile, oysters and church bells. Freedom vs chain recursion — the loop itself asks the question.

Sista Christina rolled in RedBay 🐴 Playful chaos: saints, donkey rides, pacifiers turned devil devices. Mischief as root access, hoodoo blues as child’s daemon code.

  Bible Belt blues, holy tongues and sighs🐈 Rooftop flight vs church hysteria. Proofs rejected, freedom found in rooftop recursion. Irony protocol: prayer vs flight.

Who made the devil, and why he came for me 👹 Origin myth: horn on the forehead, shadow daemon at birth. Recursive chorus asks identity — unicorn or cursed child? Blues as vibe coding, survival as syntax.

🛠️ Beyond Control – Ritual Mastering

Collettivo Undersound doesn’t stop at composition. The mastering itself is a ritual act, executed through Bash scripting. Each .wav file is processed, sealed, and renamed with sigils, using SoX to sculpt bass, treble, compression, and gain.

This isn’t just technical polish — it’s perfection beyond control. Each track is ritualized, sealed, and stamped with its own sigil. Mastering becomes part of the myth: automation as invocation, Bash as hoodoo syntax, sound as code.
🌑 The Sonic Architecture

Every instrument is a variable in the ritual code:

    Lap Dobro slides and taps = invocation operators.

    Two guitars = call‑response threads.

    Bass = deep driver.

    Stomp box = double‑time clock pulse.

    Harmonica = error wail at emotional peaks.

    Drum machine = subtle texture daemon.

    Cello = harmonic shadow accent.

Together they compile into smoky back‑porch delta blues, hoodoo dreamscapes, surreal atmospheres between firelight and church echoes.
🕯️ Concept Kernel

This album is not about lids and pots, nor about devils in kitchens. It is about portals, frequencies, and the courage to bend rules. It is about turning lived history — Boscoreale, Pompeii, missionaries, exorcisms, moon landings — into coded sound. It is about proving that writing a score and writing code for AI are two faces of the same act of creation.




Bad Bad Gurl

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