circa — September 2021
Stream on Spotify, Apple Music & All Platforms: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/elxnce/late-night-recovery
Stems: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1R2jbljMBDrwpVmBw78ks7pejCwg-0I2Y?usp=sharing
Download via Bandcamp: https://elxnce.bandcamp.com/track/late-night-recovery

lyrics:
I realized who I'm talking to
it's not me or you
you don't care about me as much as I care about you

It's the pain in my stomach it's the way you kinda love it 
when I hate you
it's the flickering lights it's the chills down my spine
I can't live without you
and I can't do this anymore and all my guards are on the floor
I think I'm losing my mind but that's still better than waking up

Stream

Late Night Recovery

prod. me!!!
Stream: https://ffm.to/theleadinyourlungs

STREAMMMMM

The lead in your lungs

basement music 2

produced & arranged by @makemeapromise @ssoh @1rokit @outfed
mixed & mastered by @outfed
cover art by @ronkoe @outfed

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5/31/25 - hello all! this is the first official release from the sound design day team. we've been laying down the groundwork surrounding this project for some time now, and are overjoyed to finally be able to share our collaborative efforts with the world. expect more from us in the near future, including but not limited to; sample packs, tutorials, & new music. thank you all for taking the time to listen, big things on the way. -the sdd team

Arrive at a place

sound design day - arrive at a place

most likely will be used in "Scard" OST if i ever get around to making that | @speal

i never knew him

brain groffon stared into the cold, bitter diner coffee like it held some secret truth. “jesus doesn’t return my calls anymore,” he muttered. the man raised an eyebrow but said nothing, pulling his plate away from stuey, who had just reached for another fry.

“we need a win,” brain said, staring past the flickering fluorescent lights. “a real one. not this ‘scam a guy for a pancake’ life. i want respect. i want...reviews. new york times bestseller lists. maybe a netflix adaptation.”

“maybe you should finish a book first,” stuey muttered through a mouthful of stolen toast.

brain didn’t even bother responding. instead, he reached into his satchel and pulled out a worn leather notebook. “this,” he said, slapping it down dramatically, “is chapter one of god hates dogs — a tragicomic exploration of mortality, love, and bacon.”

stuey blinked. “so basically your autobiography?”

“it’s called fiction, stewart.”

before stuey could retort, a waitress approached. she looked tired. like existentially tired. “you guys gonna order something or just steal caffeine and fries?”

brain sat up straighter. “actually, ma’am, would you like to be immortalized in literature? i’m crafting a character loosely based on—”

“you’re not that guy,” she said, deadpan. “order or leave.”

stuey grinned. “we’ll take one slice of optimism and a side of forgiveness.”

she walked away.

brain leaned back, sighing. “you know, for a second, i really thought tonight would be different.”

stuey sipped from the coffee again. “it was. we didn’t get arrested.”

“yet.”

they sat in silence, the neon humming above them, the diner clock ticking past 3 a.m. outside, rain started to fall, soft and quiet. brain tapped his pen to the notebook, opened it, and began to write. maybe the story wasn’t over after all.

zombiez :3

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