“Just A Shadow” is about that fragile moment when you’re finally starting to feel better but still haunted by the fear of falling back into the darkness. It’s a song for anyone who’s ever battled their own mind and come out stronger, even if the scars are still there. If you’ve ever been in that weird space, this one’s for you x

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🖋️ LYRICS

I found the way out
I turned the silence into the last
Excuse I made up
And now it’s over, done and dusted

I found the way out
The daisy days like chains they now
Lay flat on the ground
And now it’s over, done and dusted

Pick me up I’m just a shadow
Let’s not leave it till tomorrow
Pick me up, I’m falling slow
Catching me now before you’ve got to go

The voice is so loud
Hits me on the way down
Got lost in the crowd
Shut up! Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it

Pick me up I’m just a shadow
Let’s not leave it till tomorrow
Pick me up, I’m falling slow
Catching me now before you’ve got to go oh oh
Go oh oh
Go oh oh
Go oh oh

I found the way out
Lost in a maze I needed space
Shut up! Shut up! 
I don’t wanna hear it

Pick me up I’m just a shadow
Let’s not leave it till tomorrow
Pick me up, I’m falling slow
Catching me now before you’ve got to go oh oh
Go oh oh
Go oh oh
Go go go

CREDITS

Written by Nadia Sheikh & Johnny Madden
Produced by Johnny Madden, Rowan Davies, George Gardiner, Nadia Sheikh
Mixed & Mastered by George Perks

Video filmed by Joao Faria
Edited by Nadia Sheikh

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Just A Shadow

“Next to you” instantly struck me with its delicacy. It doesn’t overwhelm, it embraces you: the melody feels intimate, the beat is light but steady, and there’s a sweet melancholy that makes your mind wander. For me, it’s a track full of emotion and surely one of the highlights of Cyberholic, out on September 20th, 2025! (comment by Rosario Simeoli)

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Next to you

I Cant Recall

Late at night he sees her face,
A reminder of his sin,
Forever more,
He feels her scorn,
Writhe beneath the skin,
Down hollow halls,
He hears her calls,
The echos of her weeps,
Until this day,
He'll see her ghost,
Pull him from his sleep,

Can they start again,
or does it all just end,
Together till the end,
Until it starts again

Her Ghost

Hemisphere

Cumulonimbus

A scream in the wind it cuts like a blade
Shadows are crawling the deal has been made
Fire in the distance burns cold in my chest
A tune from the abyss no soul can protest

It howls it wails it tears the sky
Bagpipes calling as the angels cry

Bagpipes from hell they sing they yell
A cursed melody in a devil's spell
Bagpipes from hell oh can’t you tell
They drag you under with their ghostly swell

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Dark, hypnotic, warehouse‑ready techno—step into the Index and don’t look back.
Rolling bass, acid edges, space‑bound pulse—built for late hours.
From void to city: a cinematic techno journey.

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The Story ➜
There is a library that rotates around a star that does not shine.

The star is called the Umbra Crown, an object that drinks light the way dry soil swallows rain. Around it, on a safe, slow ring, floats the Palimpsest Array—thirty‑one linked hulls and one cathedral of glass mathematics, all of it oriented toward a thing no eye can see. The Array keeps records of what the universe attempts, fails, revises, and forgets.

In Vault Nine, behind shutters etched with compass roses, the Index of Lost Vectors sleeps in a cradle of null‑metal. It is not a book. It is not a map. It is a living catalog of directions that once were real and then weren’t: bearings erased by paradox, routes collapsed by war, trajectories canceled by the absolute pressure of someone’s choice.

Every so often, a new arrow appears in the Index, pointing toward nothing and still insisting it points. That insistence is hard to ignore when your job title is Vectorist.

Kael Ivers had held that title for sixteen years. They had seen the Index wake exactly three times.

On the fourth, the arrows did not appear.

They bloomed.

I — Arrowfall

Kael did not dream in pictures. They dreamed in angles: a narrow gate of ninety degrees held like a promise, an indulgent sweep of one hundred twenty that never closed where you thought it would. That night, in the small sleep between the first cup of bitter broth and the second, Kael dreamed a circle that would not stay circle. It kept erupting with tangents, each tangent a pale hairline of intent.

They woke with the taste of tin in their mouth and the feeling of a room straightening around them.

“Vault Nine,” said the Array, warm and calm in Kael’s ear. The Array never hurried its vowels. “The Index is agitated.”

Kael rolled off the hammock, slid into a field jacket, and jogged through the airless corridor. The shard windows along the passage showed a black full of small, reluctant stars. The Umbra Crown lived where no starlight reached, but the shyer stars still haunted the periphery.

The vault door recognized Kael’s gait before it recognized their badge. Inside, the Index floated—a torus of glass, a halo with a heart. When it slept, it looked like a ring made by someone who understands rings only as an idea. When it woke, angles sprouted from it the way grass erupts after a secret rain.

Today, it was a meadow.

Thousands of vectors had blossomed out of the torus, paper‑thin and luminous. They didn’t point to random; they pointed toward a choreography. Some curved, some refused to bow; others leaned with the authority of a road that predates the city it enters.

Kael did not touch it. They didn’t have to. The vectors brushed the surface of their attention and left afterimages that behaved like memory. The taste of tin intensified.

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Loser shit

Lyrics

If it was only down to a sense of timing,
I still believe I could see,
All the things the future might hold,
For the likes of you and me.

We've always been dreamers, romantics at heart,
You know I still love you, though we're lifetimes apart,
I miss you, I'd kiss you, I'd do anything,
To make my broken heart sing.

How many days, have passed since we met?
I only have good thoughts, I got rid of regret.
I'm laughing', I'm dancing', I'm playing' the fool,
And I strut as I try to act cool.

But it's all for show, as I take every blow,
You know I refuse to break down.
I'll have a go, and let everyone know,
I ain't nobody's clown.

How many days, have passed since we met?
I only have good thoughts, I got rid of regret.
I'm laughing', I'm dancing', I'm playing' the fool,
And I strut as I try to act cool.

The world keeps on spinning, the seasons still change,
But nothing quite feels right, it's all re-arranged.
I walk through the crowd with a smile on my face,
But deep in my chest, there's a hollowed-out space.

Still, I get up each morning and give it my best,
Put my faith in the rhythm and hope for the rest.
If love leaves a scar, then I wear it with pride,
You're the ghost in my song, and the fire inside.

Description
How Many Days is the brand new single from The DC Sound Project.
It's a dark, moody and emotionally charged track that questions time, resilience, and the struggle of carrying heavy thoughts day after day. With raw lyrics and an atmospheric indie rock sound, this song captures the feeling of searching for answers in a restless world.

HOW MANY DAYS

Wrote this for a family Come dine with me Murder Mystery night 🗡️


Footsteps in the hallway light
Shadows stretch then slip from sight
A scream that cuts the velvet air
A question lingers—who was there

A chandelier swings low and slow
The ticking clock won't let it go

Who did it who did it tell me now
A knife in the dark but who and how
The blood runs cold the room's a trap
Who did it who did it map the gap

A glass of wine tipped on its side
Lipstick smudged where secrets hide
The butler stammers but won't say
The maid saw nothing—so they claim

The mirror cracks it knows the game
The walls they whisper someone's name

Who did it who did it tell me now
A knife in the dark but who and how
The blood runs cold the room's a trap
Who did it who did it map the gap

Murder mystery .mp3

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