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Suicidal Thoughts

Crumbling

melodic soft rock




October slips through the window,
cold air brushing the skin.
Curtains move like restless shadows,
whispers echo within.

[Bridge ]
The leaves keep falling, one by one,
like hours you cannot hold,
and every night stretches further
[Bridge ]
than the day that came before.

[Chorus – mantra-like, layered voices]
Shadows grow longer…
Shadows grow longer…
[Bridge ]
The silence is closer
[Bridge ]
The silence is closer…

[Outro – fading,]
October stands at the doorway,
[Bridge ]
and never lets you in.

October slips through the window.

Wheels Keep Turning

Autumn leaves are falling all around
and soon the winter frost will chill the ground
I'm frightened when you talk of letting go
Somewhere inside, someone I used to know

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

You take me back to 1965
I'm in your kitchen feelin so alive
love flow thru me crystal clear and pure
where is it now, in this stony moor?

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

You look at me as if you wanna say
swear you won't remember me this way
the sun bursts into view, the clouds disperse
then beeping sounds, a tone, a frantic nurse

Time is going faster than the eye can see
you turn around one day and then you're old
your eyes tell me you don't know who I am today
I wanna stop the film, put life on hold
you're in the fall

you're in the fall
you're in the fall

In The Fall

A song to obsess over your summer crush to!

Pretty In Pink (chemistry class, heart flutters like crazy)

Underneath the Surface V6

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J'ai senti des funérailles dans mon cerveau,
Et les personnes en deuil, çà et là,
Ont continué à marcher, à marcher, jusqu'à ce qu'il me semble
Que le Sens perçait.

Et quand ils furent tous assis,
Un office, tel un tambour,
On a continué à battre, à battre, jusqu'à ce que je croie
Mon esprit s'engourdissait.

Et puis je les ai entendus soulever une boîte
Et grincer sur mon âme
Avec ces mêmes bottes de plomb, à nouveau.
Alors l'Espace a commencé à sonner,

Comme tous les Cieux n'étaient qu'une cloche,
Et l'Être, qu'une oreille,
Et moi, et le Silence, une race étrange,
Détruits, solitaires, ici.

Et puis une planche de la Raison s'est brisée,
Et je suis tombé, encore et encore.
Et j'ai heurté un monde, à chaque chute,
Et j'ai fini de savoir.
alors.

Une mort dans ma tête (Emily Dickinson) - Jef Bourgeau

"how to pretend" is an 6 track ep, which we put together in memory of a friend, who took her life. how to pretend, refers to the feeling of having to pretend you're something you're not. hopefully, you relate.

the house

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

In The Fall

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