Copy of Indie Rock Run

Waking up from a dream where you’re only 16 and you come home late for dinner again ‘cos you’ve been drinking in Parliament Park

It's the place where you can find us hundreds of kids every summer every winter sharing cheap liquor and a few cigarettes
And every once in a while we’d gather together in old wedding halls with worn out decorations to see a gig with all our friends
Since the sweat and the passion has become your vocation you've been craving you've been dying to have your own band one day


Oh
Nothing’s like before
But we’re still the kids of Ankara


On this wednesday after school you hit the city with your best mate to dig cassettes in Shades records store like every teenager
That’s how things have begun, wandering and dreaming with The Street Dogs and The Losers and all those other bands
You had started to hang out with this cool punk boy but you'd rather play guitar than making out and becoming so popular
And you were such a good friend to someone you loved. He never knew oh he never knew or else he’d answer he loves you too


Oh
Nothing’s like before
But we’re still the kids of Ankara
Nothing’s like before
But we’re still the kids of Ankara

Ankara Punk

No Pressure

Fawm # 7 with Danny Shultz And Neiko Brown <3

Lyrics: 

We are living museums
A collection of memories
Filling the space as we go

We dream
A perfect dream
Worse than a nightmare

To never fall asleep again
To rest and wire up our memories 
When do the wires rest their head


We'll all die if we don't change
But we all lie and make mistakes
We're all trying to stay sane
To be alive is to be changed


Her fingers stung like jellyfish
Beached up on bated breath 
Strangling her enemy
Won't be alone in greeting death

I try not to forget
I left myself
At the bottom
Of that barrel and now 
I'm waiting to break out



We'll all die if we don't change
And we all die because we age
We arent meant to stay the same
To be alive is to be changed

We'll all die to stay the same
We'll all lie and make mistakes
To be alive is to be changed
So we'll all smile and meet our fate

Jellyfish

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Amber Glow

The second single of the forthcoming debut self-titled album from Lonesome Joy.

Lonesome Joy

WIRE

Nashville Rough Mixes

If She Flew

Ural Mountains 1st LP
words & music by Ural Mountains
mixed by Ural Mountains
mastered by Daniel Leonetti

Ural Mountains - Dusted - 02 Post

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Unda; or, The Bride of the Sea", which was published in The Providence Amateur, February 1916.

The song was created with the help of Generative AI (Udio.com)

Lyrics:
Black loom the crags of the uplands behind me,
Dark are the sands of the far-stretching shore.
Dim are the pathways and rocks that remind me
Sadly of years in the lost Nevermore.

Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish'd boulder,
Sweet is the sound and familiar to me;
Here, with her head gently bent to my shoulder,
Walk'd I with Unda, the Bride of the Sea.

Bright was the morn of my youth when I met her,
Sweet as the breeze that blew o'er the brine.
Swift was I captur'd in Love's strongest fetter,
Glad to be here, and she glad to be mine.

Never a question ask'd I where she wander'd,
Never a question ask'd she of my birth:
Happy as children, we thought not nor ponder'd,
Glad of the bounty of ocean and earth.

Once when the moonlight play’d soft ’mid the billows,
High on the cliff o’er the waters we stood,
Bound was her hair with a garland of willows,
Pluck’d by the fount in the bird-haunted wood.

Coldly she left me, astonish'd and weeping,
Standing alone 'mid the legions she bless'd:
Down, ever downward, half gliding, half creeping,
Stole the sweet Unda in oceanward quest.

Calm grew the sea, and tumultuous beating
Turn'd to a ripple as Unda the fair
Trod the wet sands in affectionate greeting,
Beckon'd to me, and no longer was there!

Eldritch Dreams

Bride of the Sea

Bride Of The Sea

Flutter

Final track on the EP "You Don't Show Up Anymore"

("You Don’t Show Up Anymore" is the first EP from London-based Synthpop and Dream Pop project Telegraph Hill.
It contains five songs, all of which are catchy and bittersweet and full of twinkly arpeggios and drum machines and echo-drenched vocals and semi-obvious New Order worship. All five songs aim to make you think about your friends, and where they're at, and how come they don't call anymore?
It’s not all a gloomy affair. “Jellyfish” is a bubbly, relaxing pop song, an ode to spending time with someone you care about and imagining yourselves as carefree aquatic creatures. You could also dance to "Good Friends", or the title track, if you really wanted to. Which I hope you do - wait, which *he hopes you do. He's not writing his own press release for this EP, don't worry about it. He's big enough to pay someone to do that for him)

Telegraph Hill - Writer, Synthesiser, Vocals, Percussion, Piano, Mixing, Mastering
Ralph Roberts - Backing vocals (Tracks 1 & 5), Guitar (Tracks 2 & 5)
Zac Richardson - Bass (Tracks 2 &5)
Cover art by Aada Koivuniemi

Gardens

I am tattoo artist from Moscow.Liked vocal trance,drum and bass,psytrance,rap,reggage,rock,metal

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