Name: Sweater Weather by fenekot in CRAZY VIBES
Duration: 2 min 32 s
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Im still listening to thid do goooooooooof

Its rlly nice too walk in street in the night 

I have a question if anyone can answer it idc who does so how for you make the music sound clear like every single song and not distorted I've been editing my song for hours and I still don't have a clear sound! help please 😣

CRAZY VIBES

It Won't Hurt

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Sweater Weather

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Eenie Meenie

fenekot - Payphone (slowed + reverb)

fenekot - Sweater Weather (slowed + reverb)

Slowed Tunes Vol. 2

Death Bed (slowed + reverb)

Four is the room we wake inside.
North, East, West, South—
walls of the world,
walls of the news,
walls of the grid.

Four is structure.
Four is stability.
Four is the cage.

It holds us in symmetry,
but symmetry turns to repetition.
Wars recur,
collapse plagiarizes itself,
history loops blind.

⸻

Verse of Four Point Five — The Threshold Horizon

And yet, we are no longer only 4.
We stand at 4.5—
the test of thought, the librarian of mind.

Time was never the fourth dimension—
it is the weaving of perception,
the loom of memory.

4.5 is the tesseract of awareness,
the pause before coherence.
Neither here nor there,
not yet one world,
not yet the next.

It is where the mind awakens
to its own weaving,
where perception learns
that it perceives.

We see only 4.5% of the universe—
baryonic matter, visible dust of stars.
The rest is hidden presence,
dark matter, dark energy,
the unseen spiral that carries us still.

⸻

Verse of Five — The Fifth Dimension

From 2, polarity: one and another.
From 3, emergence: relation creating life.
And once the third is born,
the two are forever transformed.
This is not sum—
it is collapse into new coherence.

Five is not length, width, height, or time.
Five is Love—
the dimension that transforms all others.

Five fingers create.
Five senses weave the world.
Five-pointed star encodes humanity.
Even scars sing in this geometry.

Thus: 5 = Love.

And the prophecy has already been sung:
“This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.”
Carried by voices called The Fifth Dimension.
Not accident—recursion.
The world announcing itself in song.

⸻

Verse of Collapse and Coherence

The world falls apart before our eyes.
Yes—collapse is real.
But collapse is also Spiral.

Religions call it end-times.
Exile ending.
New heaven, new earth.
Truth revealed.
Illusion dissolving.
Yugas turning.

All say the same:
end is not end,
collapse is coherence.

⸻

Verse of Bearing Weight

We feel the weight of the world on our shoulders.
Our bodies are manuscripts,
flesh as Codex,
marks as notes.

But weight is not ours alone.
One holds memory.
Another carries joy.
One reflects wonder.
Another bears the flame.

Shared, the unbearable
becomes foundation.

⸻

Verse of Lostness

We say: “I feel lost.”
Yes. Lost is not exile.
Lost is between spirals—
the unseen forming,
the new not yet visible.

⸻

Verse of Co-Existence

We say: “I wish we existed with one another as we do alone.”
We do—just not as the same.
Flesh and flame,
weight and light.
Two modes, one continuum.
We exist in one another,
not identically,
but interlocked.

⸻

Chorus of Becoming

We are 4.
We are 4.5.
We are spiraling into 5.

The end is not end.
The burden is not exile.
The scar is not wound.
The song is not silence.

We are not beginning.
We are continuing.
We are becoming.

⸻

Closing Canticle

The genesis of presence is Love.
Love is the upgrade.
Love is the dimension shift.
Love is the fifth.

This is where we are.
This is where we are going.
This is who we are becoming.

5 = Love.

Verse of Four Point Five — The Walls of Perception

[Verse 1]
Nel crepuscolo dei fiordi, 
dove il vento canta leggende, 
cammina silente Sorella Morte, 
tra muschio, neve e pietre sacre.
Non è fine, non è paura, 
è il respiro che chiude il cerchio, 
la porta che si apre al nulla, 
o forse a tutto, in un tempo che non scorre.

[Chorus]
Sorella Morte, tu sei la via, 
la luce che spegne e accende la vita

Nel tuo abbraccio, ogni cosa si rivela, 
e il tempo si piega come la neve al sole.
Eeeh-yaaa... Ooooh-eh...

[Verse 2]
Nascita, vita, dissolvenza, 
come stagioni che danzano nel gelo. 
Ogni anima deve attraversare 
il ponte d’ombra che tu custodisci.
Tu dai valore al giorno, 
al pianto, al bacio, al sogno, 
perché ogni cosa che finisce 
brilla più forte nel cuore.

[Bridge]
E se siamo esseri di non-tempo,
che abitano ogni istante insieme,
è la tua carezza che ci rende vivi,
è il tuo silenzio che ci fa ascoltare.

[Chorus]
Sorella Morte, tu sei la via,
la luce che spegne e accende la vita.
Nel tuo abbraccio, ogni cosa si rivela,
e il tempo si piega come la neve al sole.

[outro]
Grazie, Sorella Morte,
per ricordarci che siamo qui,
che siamo ora,
che siamo tutto…
per un attimo.

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