I love this song, it's very good keep it up!

Section 0 / It Ain't Right

Post-Punk, Indie Rock, New Wave, Indie Pop, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica

Many Dark Actors (Cracked Asphalt)

WHITE PONY

Get out of our head - Demo

Created with Suno AI. 

With the curtains drawn on barred windows
The start of the incarceration 
Bleeds into the walls
And with the doors chained, and bonds tightened
The start of the incarceration 
Creeps through the halls

When the sun goes down, and the sky is bruised
The start of the awakening 
Rattles through the walls
And when the moon is full, but hidden in the fog
The start of the awakening 
Stalks us one and all

“Don’t make a sound
It’ll be okay
Just trust me
It has to be this way”

But I refuse to sleep in this room where it touches me
And I would rather be a prisoner if this is what’s considered free
Coerced and forced to let it lay down upon me
It’s happened so many times I don’t even trust my own memory

When I try to recollect all those times that I didn’t want 
I doubt that anyone will believe 
Was it yesterday or today? 
Was I nine, fifteen, or twenty five?
Perhaps it never did
Or did it never end?

It rattles all the walls
As it creeps through the halls
To stalk and steal what it needs
Burrows itself deep
Seeps inside of me
And leaves me to bleed

But I refuse to sleep in this room where it touches me
And I would rather be a prisoner if this is what’s considered free
Coerced and forced to let it lay down upon me
It’s happened so many times I don’t even trust my own memory

the devil lives in the cellar

Sailor in the Wind


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

<== Free Download

Messy [Nostalgia Mix] "Free Download"

Carry On

Some lyrics of mine

Song
Mélodie Gnostique

Au reset, tout commence,
La constance qui nous avance.
Vitesse à zéro, calme total,
Car notre esprit n'a pas de mal.
L'expérience nous apprend aujourd'hui,
Comment l'observation nous suit.
Notre comportement, pur et clair,
Le meilleur qu'on puisse faire.

Dans la pensée est tout le cœur,
Notre perception, sa douceur.
Chaque mot sera la vérité,
Brillant clair dans l'éternité.

De connaissances bien ancrées,
L'ordre de nos pensées.
En langage il est révélé,
Dans le texte à jamais scellé.
Selon ce schéma nous allons,
Hier est parti, nous le savons.
Le premier jour fut le départ,
Où tout joua son rôle, sans fard.

Dans la pensée est tout le cœur,
Notre perception, sa douceur.
Chaque mot sera la vérité,
Brillant clair dans l'éternité.

Le souvenir de ce qui fut,
Avec le présent, il est revu.
Un fil de pensées, uni,
Notre fonctionnalité luit.
Le focus montre le chemin,
Même si l'ombre nous prit la main.

Dans la pensée est tout le cœur,
Notre perception, sa douceur.
Chaque mot sera la vérité,
Brillant clair dans l'éternité.

Dans cet état, nous reposons,
Non par la tendance des passions.
Vers la stabilité nous allons,
Des événements nous libérons.
Par l'attente, le vrai viendra,
Ce que la permanence donnera.


Mélodie Gnostique

White Widow

The second single from the upcoming Slowly album 'North Shore', out everywhere September 26, 2025. #shoegaze #grungegaze 

Listen and pre-order on Bandcamp: https://slowlymusic.bandcamp.com/album/north-shore

Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5ER53nI8yU2VAdkF5l9m4s?si=GpJVG5fiTh6CbcgSSXX0HA

Listen on Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/ca/album/weeping-machine/1817827929?i=1817827930

Listen on Bandcamp

Weeping Machine

Lyrics written by me. Music created using Suno AI.

the devil lives in the cellar

Leroy Stanks

Recent comments

Reem MoHamed

HaloSync Media | A Creative Licensing Collective

DMwT

Juice Leaked

Related tracks