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

LANDR-Old Man River 05072024-Open-Medium

Falling From The Sky

“VEIW” is a meditative reflection on landscape, time, and quiet truths that speak without language. Seen from a window but felt far deeper, the song moves through fields, seasons, memory, and decay — where nature, history, and human presence coexist in a slow, perennial rhythm.

It’s about learning to listen, and finding wonder renewed with every passing glance.

The View

I Am

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

primitive

katya coulton