Big Thief - Not (slowed+ reverb)

simulation swarm - big thief (sped up/nightcore)

i bet on losing dogs - podcast version - mitski

adrianne lenker - simulation swarm

simulation swarm - big thief (slowed & reverb)

Leaving for now-theohaber (unreleased)

real house - adrienne lenker
slowed down

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this song is so gut wrenching like the freak :(

i wanted to be an inventor... (slowed - real house by Adrienne Lenker)

track #10 from 'DADDY ISSUES' (OUT DEC 19)

ELVIS

Trilogy is a quiet offering — three songs like three letters, written for someone who drifted out of reach.
Not an elegy, not a goodbye — but a soft light left on in case they ever return.

Each track is its own memory universe:

✨ Miss K — the laughter, the early glow, the bond that felt endless.
🌑 Can’t Pull You Back — the moment you watch someone fading into shadows you can’t enter or rescue.
🌅 Follow the Light — the acceptance, the prayer, the hope that wherever they are, they find warmth again.

Blending trip-rock atmospheres, trip-hop beats, and hazy shoegaze emotion, the EP moves through tenderness, grief, and grace — not as tragedy, but as truth.

A trilogy for a friend lost in the fog.
A reminder that love can stay even when people go.  #TrilogyEP #TripRock #TripHop #Shoegaze #DreamyMusic #IndieEP  
#ExperimentalPop #EmotionalSoundscape #ConceptAlbum  
#MissK #CantPullYouBack #FollowTheLight  
#MusicFromTheHeart #SongsForTheLost #ForThoseWeMiss

Miss K

He’ll smooth your hair like morning,
offer wine in a cut-glass cup,
call you darlin’ in a whisper
just loud enough to show up.
He’ll light every candle in the room
tryin’ to melt what he can’t feel,
you can wrap a wolf in velvet—
but it won’t change what’s real.

He can pour on the honey,
he can sweet-talk all night,
but a man ain’t sugar
if his heart ain’t right.
You can drown in perfume,
you can kiss him till you’re blue,
but sweetness don’t mean kindness—
and pretty don’t mean true.

He’ll brag about the women
like trophies on a shelf,
never ask their stories,
never sees beyond himself.
Says he treats you different,
like that’s some kind of crown,
but if he curses every stranger,
one day he’ll throw you when you’re down.

He can pour on the honey,
he can sweet-talk all night,
but a man ain’t sugar
if his heart ain’t right.
You can drown in perfume,
you can kiss him till you’re blue,
but sweetness don’t mean kindness—
and pretty don’t mean true.

Some men taste like promises
till the light hits what they hide.
Some love like a lockbox—
gold hinges, nothing inside.
You can frost a stone in icing,
you can bow-tie shadow and lies,
but a sour man dressed in petals
is still vinegar in disguise.

He can pour on the honey,
he can sweet-talk all night,
but a man ain’t sugar
if his heart ain’t right.
You can drown in perfume,
you can kiss him till you’re blue,
but sweetness don’t mean kindness—
and pretty don’t mean true.

Sweetness Don’t Mean Kindness

Del disco Karen O and the Kids - Where the Wild Things Are

simulation swarm - big thief (slowed & reverb)

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