La ilustre degeneración

Katmandú

Mind's Glasses

when you’re sucked so deep into a shitty kind of love, anything looks pretty like a firework. you become blinded by everything, in love and distracted by their pyrotechnic light show of disaster. just like the light show your love for them was a primal instinct. just like fire, your love for them was primitive. 

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primitive

Made of steel, nicknamed ‘the fuse’
Millions died, said the news
Grave mistakes, running from your flames 
Don’t call me again, call it a shame

Thought I was right and you were wrong
But look who’s dead and who’s singing this song 
Fade my shadow into the lonely abyss
I’d give my life for another kiss

When I was blinded by your pyrotechnics 
You said you want me but it sounded slapstick
Etch our initials in your failing light
I’d die tonight 
To get you back one more time
I’d die tonight, to get you back

Laser pointer, foot to gas
What you burn never lasts
Your manifesto on my brain
Don’t call me the one, if you’re to blame

I’m not strong but I’ll take the load
You’ve got your dial up to implode, and I wanna
Shape my hands around the curves of your hips
Oh how I’d die, for another kiss

While I was blinded by your pyrotechnics 
You said you need me and I was so foolish
Perform my ritual on your grave despite
That i’d die tonight
To get you back one more time
I’d die tonight to get you

Now don’t you feel bad
Burning everything we had
You didn’t love you like I did
The way I loved you was primitive

I was so blinded by your pyrotechnics 
you said you loved me but it sounded selfish
destroy my visual, let my soul ignite
i’d die tonight
to get you back
I was so blinded by your pyrotechnics 
You said you loved me but it sounded selfish
Destroy my visual, let my soul ignite
I’d die tonight
To get you back one more time
I’d die to get you back

primitive

WhyYouLoveMikeySong.m4a

Buried In The Woods

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Falling From The Sky

illusion.m4a

A sparse, fingerpicked singer-songwriter take on Too Damn Loud.

This version strips the song down to acoustic guitar and voice, letting the humor emerge quietly through contrast and escalation rather than punchlines. What starts as a familiar complaint about modern noise gradually reveals itself as an unreliable nostalgia—one that remembers comfort, but forgets context.

Dry, observational, and intentionally restrained, this recording leans into classic folk and singer-songwriter traditions where satire lives inside sincerity. If you’ve ever nodded along to a complaint before realizing you shouldn’t have, this one’s for you.

Lyrics/License

Too Damn Loud (Singer-Songwriter)

it’s not perfect but it’s finally me :) alternative folk/rock/pop artist in toronto, canada

primitive

katya coulton

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