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The Elevator Ride

This is a track about imposter syndrome... and about how we always seem to know exactly what to say to someone when they have a problem but can never apply the same advice to ourselves. And about how it sometimes needs the person closest to you to tell you when you're being an idiot. And about being scared of fire.

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Lyrics:

She said I was her rock.
She thought that I was wise.
But I am an imposter in a badly worn disguise.

A rock is solid, hard and real.
It doesn't make a sound.
But if you sail too close, your ship will run aground.

There's a bullet in the night. I'm in the line of site. I can feel it coming.
And then your hand in mine. You pull me to the ground. And undercover.
Oh. I wonder...

She said I was her rock.
I always found the words.
But that is giving credit that I'm not sure I deserve.

A rock is solid, hard and real.
Immoveable and strong.
A rock doesn't need to communicate in a song.

There's a bullet in the night. I'm in the line of site. I can feel it coming.
And then your hand in mine. You pull me to the ground. And undercover.
Oh. I wonder...

Tell me, do you see the light? (that must mean there's a fire)
Can you smell the smoke? (that must mean there's a fire)
Do you feel the heat? (that must mean there's a fire)
Do you, do you know the drill? (that must mean there's a fire)

That must mean there's a fire...

1982

Her Rock

TASL; TASL - the debut album of Brooklyn-based alternative rock band summer syndrome.

good; great; goodbye

When It's Raining

Dreams I Remember

insideoutsideways

I broke his hand

What else am I suppose to do
After all the shit that you’ve put us through
You’ve taken the water made it glue
Its true its true

I’m terrible for memories
But you’re the same
It doesn’t matter why
But you’re to blame
You’ve drank the Kool-aid and gone insane
you’re lame you’re lame

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth 
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

You think that you can see right thru 
Tthere’s nothing here
You’d resemble
Your definitions vague, accidental
So rude so rude

You can’t see the food
Left on your plate
You want to scramble
But it’s too late
The terror revealed
And it’s your fate
Yeah mate yeah mate

What was done to me
I’ll do for you
Eye for an eye 
Tooth for a tooth
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand

Up the martyrs
And up the youth
The anarchists
Won’t defend you
When you reach out
Best be careful, for
I broke his hand


i broke his hand

I wrote this song because I wanted to capture the feeling of slowly drifting away from who you used to be, especially after going through something that changes you deep inside. It’s about the quiet, creeping darkness that settles in when you stop fighting your inner demons and start living with them. The moth symbolizes fragility and transformation—when it dies, it marks the end of something soft and vulnerable. This song is my way of expressing that shift, not with fear, but with acceptance.

When the Moth Dies

Artist: Entity
Composers: Entity, Christopher Joel Martin
Lyricist: Christopher Joel Martin

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Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh

Oh

I've woken up
To another darkened day again

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh

Oh
Oh

I've had enough
Of living with this recycled pain

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Ooh
Oh, oh oh

Oh
Oh

I've given up
Because I just don't care anymore

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh
Oh, oh oh

I've woken up
To another darkened day again
I've had enough
Of living with this recycled pain
I've given up
Because I just don't care

Saturday

Owl Song by Me and the city_Academix1

"Paint Me Real" is a haunting reflection on creativity in the age of artificial perfection. With echoing guitars drenched in 80s melancholy and a grinding rhythm that pulses like a machine on the verge of breaking, the song explores the internal conflict of an artist navigating the rise of generative tools.

The lyrics tell the story of someone who built their art through prompts and clicks — only to discover that the more they outsourced their soul, the more hollow their work began to feel. Caught between fascination and fear, the narrator pleads not for polish, but for imperfection. Not for synthetic beauty, but for raw emotion.

Blending the atmospheric despair of post-punk with the raw energy of modern desert rock, Paint Me Real is a protest song dressed as a prayer: for authenticity, for flaws, for the kind of art that bleeds — not just shines.

Paint Me Real

Black Vein Halo

At the beginning i was a DJ, then a sound technician (in Jazz-Club), then a sound engineer specializing in live performances(Disneyland Paris) , so to not lose my touch i practice mixing Daily

Owl Song by Me and the city_Academix1

LOW-FI

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