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Rien est sûr – Lo-fi Dream Pop Mélancolique & Lucide
Plongez dans l’univers intemporel de "Rien est sûr", un titre lo-fi dream pop aux accents mélancoliques et lucides. Des textures vaporeuses, des mélodies éthérées et une ambiance nocturne enveloppante : parfait pour vos sessions chill, vos nuits introspectives ou vos playlists dream pop lo-fi.

RIEN N’EST SÛR

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

a man of all seasons

“555” is a hazy, noisy, bittersweet collection of shoegaze-driven stories — a chaotic blend of distortion, humor, exhaustion and dreamy melancholy.
It’s the soundtrack for anyone who’s tired of people, tired of work, tired of pretending… yet still finds a way to laugh.

Across fuzzy guitars, washed-out walls of sound, lazy garage drums and nostalgically broken textures, the album jumps between sarcasm, emotional truth and soft existential collapse.
Every track is its own little universe of noise, honesty and tiny rebellions.

This collection includes:

🌫️ “Petty Little Curses”

A playful shoegaze hex of harmless inconveniences. Fuzzy, sarcastic, and quietly wicked.

🌫️ “Fifteen Hours a Day”

A loud anti-work scream disguised as a dreamy shoegaze anthem. Burnout meets distortion.

🌫️ “People Make Me Tired”

The introvert anthem — hypnotic, looping, soft chaos for those who love their peace more than social energy.

⭐ “Welcome to the 90’s”

A nostalgic trip into the wild, unhinged childhood era of VHS noise, neon cereals and dial-up chaos.

🌫️ “Glass Between Us”

A cinematic, emotional shoegaze confession about distance, longing, and a connection that never fully aligned.

Glass Between Us

Party People

Cosmic night

Lifetime lie 



Let’s just bury your lie by closing our eyes.
There's truly no alternative now.
It’s your fault, you see.
I’ve been trying to forgive you.
But this wound hits my ego too keen.
I feel absolutely shattered.
I can’t bear our gaze to ever convene.
Your tears and your pleading don’t give me pleasure.
Answer yourself, is he any better, at all?
Was any of this worth your poor measure?
Bitch!
I’m trapped in this vicious circle, the angels descended from Heaven, yet I’m the demon in their midst.
A lightning strike on the very spot where I stand, not once, but a hundred times.
Your betrayal stings right at my sense of pride.
But my feelings won't let me leave you on the other side.
It’s a dead-end, a cruel tie.
This is pain for an age, a lifetime lie.
I tried to make the best of it.
But the truth just feels like cold cement.
Every whisper now is a fractured sentiment.
And I cannot unsee what you meant.
Did you always feel that something was missing in your heart?
Why did you keep silent from the very start?
I lived for you, with every single part.
And what happens now, where do we take this art?
How absurd and silly, they say a man is monogamous by design.
And this is the final score. My control, refined.
And your betrayal of what was meant to be mine.
Wailing, you whisper, “Just kill me, I deserve my due.”
But I don’t wish death upon you, I simply do not.
I just wish to leave, to flee, to sink through the earth to escape this rot.
Let’s just bury your lie by closing our eyes.
I’m trapped in this vicious circle, the angels descended from Heaven, yet I’m the demon in their midst.
A lightning strike on the very spot where I stand, not once, but a hundred times.
Your betrayal stings right at my sense of pride.
But my feelings won't let me leave you on the other side.
It’s a dead-end, a cruel tie.
This is pain for an age, a lifetime lie.
Let’s just bury your lie by closing our eyes.

Lifetime Lie

Shako Mako

In my darkest hour
I asked her to help me see
She pulled me from the wreckage
And she led me down the street

And she said
I am not your muse
I am not your savior
I'm just a warning sign
Canary in the coalmine

When I needed answers
I asked her to speak to me
She led me to the water
And she dropped me to my knees

And she said
I am not your muse
I am not your savior
I'm just a warning sign
Canary in the coalmine

I am not your muse
I am not your savior
I'm just a warning sign
Canary in the coalmine

Track from the album "Canary In The Coalmine"

Canary In The Coalmine

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Alt-Pop, Indie Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Downtempo, Synthwave

the night manager

the night manager by Guinevere

The Next Mistake is the part I didn’t want to admit existed. It’s what comes after clarity, when you know better and still walk straight into it. These songs live in repetition, regret, late nights, and the quiet moments where progress slips without making a sound.

This is the second chapter of a trilogy. Not the collapse. The consequence. Tighter, darker, more restless. Less chaos, more awareness of the damage.

Nothing New

In this silence
I sit here and think
When will the day come
When will I be unique

What can I do
To make things happen
Do I let them believe
Or do I fake a happy

I want the best
That life has to offer
I want the best
That life has to offer

In the silence
I dream of the greatest
Affecting the world
Injecting the latest

This love is for the world
This love is for you
This love is for the night
This love is not blue

I find that I still care
I find that I still love
I find that I can believe
I find that I can rise above

The fire
The ashes
The rubble
The torn
The destroyed
The damaged
The devastation
The burn

I want the best
That life has to offer
I want the best
That life has to offer

In the silence
I dream of the greatest
Affecting the world
Injecting the latest

This love is for the world
This love is for you
This love is for the night
This love is not blue

I find that I still care
I find that I still love
I find that I can believe
I find that I can rise above

Dream of Greatness

Wanderer is an introspective musical project hailing from Germany. 
    Manifesto 
We are wanderers of invisible roads,
 crossing worlds within worlds —
 planets turning in silence,
 each carrying echoes of something lost.
We move through cities of noise and mirrors,
 through the grand marketplace of vanity,
 where everything shines, but little is real.
 Here, souls barter their longing
 for the comfort of forgetting.
Yet some keep walking.
 Not rushing, not chasing —
 just moving forward,
 guided by a pull they can’t explain.

Beyond the surface,

 past what can be named or sold,

 there are quiet doors.

 They do not open with force.

 


They wait —

 for the moment when seeking turns into seeing.

What lies beyond isn’t loud.

 It doesn’t promise answers.

 But in that still space,

 something whole begins to return —

 a glimpse of the infinite

 in the smallest detail.

The journey has no map,

 only a direction: inward,

 and through.

Cosmic night

Wanderer

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