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I love this vibe, just added it to my Favorites playlist !!! excited to listen to more of your stuff

Killer vocal, reminds me of Echo and the Bunnymen

musica agradável aos ouvidos mais exigentes

I love your delivery.  Reminds me of Bowie somehow.

Perfect mid tempo indie rock journey... loved it

Damn Good Tunes

Ain't Messed Up

I kept pushing you away 
But I didn't wanna lose you 
Now I’m uncertain why I'd choose to? 
(My mind ain’t working okay)
I could feel the fire in you fade
We couldn’t burn like we used to
I hope you don’t think I confuse you.


Whoa I got tired of fighting, 
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone


Don’t get the feeling you fine dear 
You’re like the fool you been grinding
Sometimes the truth it can be blinding
Til you look and learn you got it all wrong
Not every battle you fightin’
Will turn your wrongs into writings
In case you still need reminding

Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
I ain’t messed up now you’re gone


Whoa I got tired of fighting, 
Couldn’t keep on righting the wrong
You'll never find me
All broken apart now you’re gone

Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
You can no longer like me
(Don't care you don’t like me)
 
Don’t need you behind me
(I don’t need you behind me)
Whoa Now you can’t find me
(Too bad you can't find me)
You can no longer like me
(Don't care you don’t like me)
Don’t need you behind me
(I don’t need you behind me) 
 
I ain't messed up now you're gone

Music and Lyrics by Tom Hall 2021

Ain't Messed Up

Translated to English:
How do you want to be
always there for me?
You stumble yourself
when the weight pulls on you.

First we have
to learn to love ourselves.
We do know that.
But how to do it,
that knowledge we miss.

Much rather would I prefer
could we see each other if it fits.
We'll learn this soon.
The door to another is our own heart.

Lyrics in German:
Wie willst Du
immer für mich da sein?
Du schwankst doch selbst,
wenn die Schwere an Dir zieht.

Wir müssen uns erst
selber lieben lernen,
das wissen wir,
aber wie das geht,
das Wissen fehlt.

Viel lieber wär' es mir,
wir könnten uns sehen, wenn es stimmig ist.
Wir lernen das schon.
Die Tür zum ander'n ist unser eigenes Herz.

--

Vocals, lyrics
Electric guitar
Acoustic bass
Drums (computed with Hydrogen)
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Cover artwork by pexels.com/de-de/@mart-production

Unser eigenes Herz (Composition No. 10)

Purple Moon Dogz Howling

Dirty Orange Puppet Head (You lied to me)

Dirty Orange Puppet Head

The original version of this song by The Infinity Chamber has an attractive and captivating Pink Floyd vibe to it. That beautiful, melancholic style is what drew me to the song from the beginning. The lyrics, both provocative and moving, still leave me wondering and imagining.

https://soundcloud.com/theinfinitychamber/the-delicate-art-of-reflection?si=00450f0a6093431ebffdc3c80daa0823&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The song depicts a bedroom scene through the eyes of a man who starts to doubt his relationship, his life and life in general and tries to step away from it all. The brutally honest way in which this epiphany of gloom was put into words, generates unexpected sympathy and aversion at the same time. Once the sadness behind the lyrics sinks in, you are helplessly building sympathy for both characters in the scene and that final: “I went and got pissed”, doesn’t even sound mean anymore. It sounds like he deserves the relief.

I hope my version of it does the work justice.

The Delicate Art of Reflection

A mid-tempo indie rock journey through the hazy landscape of the past. This is a song about how we revisit old moments, and how they shift and change with every telling as they travel through the dust of time. The lyrics explore how nostalgia can be both comforting and deceptive, but ultimately they are about accepting the binding aspects of the past and letting go, whilst embracing the beauty of the human experience and finding solace in the present.

Dust Off My Face

You’re Gonna Go Far

If you’ve ever been called crazy — why not own it 💅
(and if you haven’t… babe, you’re playing it too safe 😏)

a lil bit psycho

This is how I imagine Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem as a song. Others have done this before, but I hope you enjoy my version ❤️

Annabel Lee

An intense and atmospheric instrumental dive where silence weighs as heavily as sound. Each layer breathes tension and reflection — a journey into the beautiful discomfort of emptiness.
"The Stifling Nothing" is NASP's 5th single of 2025
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The Stifling Nothing

Beneath The Ice opens Sorry’s Not Enough in stark, fragile form — just voice and acoustic guitar, with soft delay giving each word a sense of distance and chill. A touch of piano and viola drift in midway, thawing the edges for a moment before retreating back into the cold. It’s a song about distance — emotional, physical, and the slow freeze between two people who’ve forgotten how to reach one another. Stripped to its bones, Beneath The Ice feels both confessional and suspended in time — a quiet heartbreak set against a winter’s hush.

#acoustic #singersongwriter #folk #indiefolk #folkpunk #acousticpunk #lofiacoustic #ukmusic #britishfolk #indieacoustic #bedroomfolk #acousticstorytelling #modernfolk #britishindie #rawacoustic #lyricdrivenmusic #minimalistfolk #pianoandviola #coldfolk #slowacoustic #emotionalfolk

FFO: Billy Bragg, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Damien Rice, The Mountain Goats, Frank Turner, Iron & Wine, Richard Hawley

Lyrics

Beneath The Ice

And here you are stepping on the cracks
And here am I trapped beneath the ice
We pretend that it's not over
And that no one ever told us
We don't even notice how we are
The things we say and all the scars that we carry
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

And late at night I gaze across the miles
To the pillow where you're sleeping
Only there 'cos there's no spare bed
I turn to face the wall
As the breeze blows through the window
I'm living here beneath the ice
I'm barely breathing
The colder that my body gets
I lose all feeling
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

Middle 8 – Guitar

And there you are, you don't hear a thing
And there am I, hands over my ears
Time has gently bruised our hearts
As we slowly drift apart
How did we get here? Can we go back?
The years weren't kind
I've seen how you look at me these days
Beneath the ice

These Guitars Say Sorry – Beneath The Ice | Acoustic Folk | Indie Singer-Songwriter | Lo-Fi Folk)

No turning back when you're the Hunted, no sweet escape when you're the Hunted, Take your cuts and scrapes down to the bone

The Hunted

... a climb out of old patterns and into something clearer.

Elevating

im incredibly seamless since I was a fetus, I’m a numerical genius and my genital is a penis I’m sentimental with my sneezes and temperamental with my nieces.  my flows so cool it freezes.  Jesus.  I live on a bench in the back of a van with a yak and a clam and have map of the land of this thing we call hip hop, I cryp walk on tik tok then lip lock a fed fock got a lead foot and a red tush from lying in bed mush in my head pushing a hen in a bush then pretending to blush I’m never ending and nuts I use my pen and my guts to give a pendulum push to the Benjamin’s gentlemen look an Adrenalin rush, listen to zeppelin and Russ and there’s no one I trust I don’t give a fuck and I want to give up.  your fun to fill up with cum and your dumb and I’m smarter than Einstein, they call me the fried guy im on two different timelines.  Mandela effecter with a gorilla named hecter he stole from the zoo and acts as his protector.  Got a rotary phone upholsteries foam and most of these hoes just don’t know me no mo.  I can rhyme slowwwwwwww-mmmmooooo to keep the game in a chokehold 
then speed it up caus I am the goat yo.  master Mc mastering chi, removing my chakras in front of master p.  I’m a masterpiece a faster feast than miccy D’s got a dick with grease ready to friggin please.  Got with Pippens piece Larsa while we were both riding Marta to watch the bulls play the hawks California is where I get my weed, I’m a Bieber fiend, a believer, receiver, and I love to watch glee.  my Apple Watch gleams, your a tadpole at sea hopelessly floating and to blind to see you got a disease it’s called being wack, I seep so much ink I’m peeing black.  the mic? I need it back stop leaving tracks I’m a thieve on wax stealing the beat, charging a tax, departing from lax, farting in first class with Jack Harlow and fergie watching omeabas borrow and merging like adidas thirsting for loose sluts with cute butts to shoot up with goo just do what I do you’ll be fine and get laid too, we will kill both and afterwards we’ll make stew out of there corpses, I don’t reveal my sources, I am what happens when two opposing forces mash together in a flash  Im a diamond flying in lightning to Epstein island to jet ski and find men and friggin delight them when I serve them your ass a balloon with a tight stem I’m speaking of your rectum, Chester? I protect him and if he ran for mayor I would fucking elect him.  im sucking electric from a fucking diametric concentric pathetic generic kid who’s names eric, he smells like a ferret and talks like a Parrot.  so tell your parents we’re running some errands we’re philip and Terrance 2022 with plenty of guns and tools running the fucking fools into the ground that is under the bus that is under the sun with an elephants tusk sprinkled on my mind for good luck my names Charles not barkley or gnarls barfing up Carl’s Jr in the car and tending bar black astronaut to the stars all the scars on the way up are enough to make me throw up but I keep going growing and knowing I’m Edgar Allen Poe mixed with snow and I’m blowing bubbles at you your in rubbles the stew will now have 3 corpses caus I’m counting you.

Chakra Flow Ft. ai12DIE

The whole live
Your destination is not to die
The whole live
Your destination is simple to live

But never walk alone
This isn’t the way
But never walk alone
You’ll find it

The whole live
Your destination is not to walk alone
The whole live
Your destination is to keep your friends 

But never walk alone
This isn’t the way
But never walk alone
You’ll find it

You will never walk alone never

The whole live
Your destination is not to give up
The whole live
Your destination is to fight 

But never walk alone
This isn’t the way
But never walk alone
You’ll find it

The whole live
Your destination is not to do things you hate
The whole live
Your destination is to do things you love

But never walk alone
This isn’t the way
But never walk alone
You’ll find it

You will never walk alone never

Destination

LoFi Americana with a dash of Indie Alt Rock and Country 

Jeremy Brizzi is a songwriter and musician.  “I do what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.”

With more than 300 song left to record and a constant attention to creation, the best is yet to come!  

https://jeremybrizzi.bandcamp.com

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New single, 'Dust Off My Face', out now! 
linktr.ee/vassilismusic

Vassilis is primarily a passionate music enthusiast. He is also an independent singer/songwriter and producer based in Manchester, UK.

With over two decades of live performances under his belt, Vassilis has long been a fixture in the music scene. More recently, he has made a notable impact as a recording artist, as his self-produced debut single, "A Quest For Long Lost Memories", released in 2020, marked the beginning of a series of well-received tracks, including the 2021 EP "Return To Innocence".

Through his music, Vassilis reflects on the nuances of everyday life, adopting the perspective of a curious and thoughtful observer. His songs offer a window into a personal yet open-ended interpretation of the world. Tracks such as Better Days Are Here, All We Have Is Now, and Are You Ready To Move On? highlight his knack for crafting memorable melodies and delivering them with a warm, sincere vocal style.

His sound spans genres - from indie folk to rock and dream pop - and is characterized by rich vocal harmonies, atmospheric synths, and resonant guitar lines. Inspired by the freedom of independent pop aesthetic and sensibilities, his music places the focus on creating an immersive listening experience rooted in both emotion and melody.

As he continues to captivate audiences with his soulful, genre-blending style, Vassilis remains true to his artistic vision. His work reflects a deep dedication to his craft and a genuine love for music.

All of Vassilis’s releases are now available on major digital platforms, as well as on his personal online music spaces.

Dust Off My Face

Vassilis

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