inovative lofi riddim **liddim* (the song) [the sonf]

yes, i've been listening to Chon a lot, how could you tell? 🤡
i feel like this track came out mostly from my heart rather than my mind like usual, so it turned out a little simpler compared to my other compositions, but i hope its still able to connect with you in some way <3

Hysteria

follow: https://telepathics.xyz/
original: https://soundcloud.com/telepathics/simple

telepathics - Simple (reprocessing)

Remix this track in Auxy: https://app.auxy.co/projects/0boIyruiNyD3k8TKSbWSdw==

Childhood Dreams

I was right about all of this.

"I feel so cold
The freezing loneliness, it's getting old
I cant keep lying here in the snow
The Samaritan, he died, oh no

Forget me, already
Forget me, already
Forget me, already
Forget me, already

I feel so cold
These muddled feelings are getting old
A Worm, he turns in the snow
The Fool, he died, oh no

Forget me, already
Forget me, already
Forget me, already
Forget me, already

I’ll drive this key through my heart
And bleed all over, before I depart
The Samaritan, he died for you
The Samaritan, he died for you
The Samaritan, he died for you

I was so wrong
And now you’re just gone
Please don't leave me now

I just wanted to protect you
I felt that I could be the one to save you
But in the end, blood still stained the snow
But in the end, the Worm still dies, oh no

Samaritan, he died for you
Samaritan, he died for you

I can't love you (I’m so sorry)
I can't love you (I’m so sorry)

I'm sorry."

The artwork is not mine

The Samaritan (demo)

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Studio was painted by @sxth_sns_music
Fuck @astarothdub

Bagchaser - The Braziest Dubs (Ft. BeeMovieDriller86 & Haxor)

id for koan sound mix that i never finished (2020)

Loompaskettee - Sudden Jest (VRIME 'bruh' Flip)

I saw your shadow in the parking lot
No face
Just a blur
A thought
I whispered your name but it scattered like ash
Like ash
Like ash

In the neon hum of the midnight street
Where time folds back
Where echoes meet
Are you here or just a glitch in the air
A flicker
A flare

Echoes of a stranger
They call my name
No one answers
It’s all the same
A loop
A loop
I can’t break free
Are you the stranger or is it me

Your voice is static in the radio waves
A language lost in forgotten caves
It speaks
It breaks
It fades away
Fades away
Away

If I turn
Will I see you there
Or just the wind pretending to care
The world’s a mirror cracked in two
One side me
The other you

Echoes of a stranger
They fade to black
No forward
No backward
No turning back
I whispered your name
But it scattered like ash
Like ash
Like ash

Echoes of a Stranger


Empty glass, empty room,
Flickers, quiet gloom.
Dreams dissolve in amber hue,
He says, “My love, it’s you.”

Misery juice,
My only friend.
Pour me again,
Until the end.

Lonely boy, Friday night,
Barroom heart, borrowed light.
Love won’t call, truth’s no use,
He’s in love with misery juice.

Misery juice,
Cold embrace.
Liquid truth,
A lover’s face.

Misery juice,
Soft and slow.
He drinks to feel,
He drinks to glow.
Misery juice…
He won’t let go.


MISERY JUICE

“Fragments of Time” is a philosophical and emotional concept album exploring the fragile relationship between memory, time, and identity.
It does not tell its story linearly — instead, it moves through shifting fragments of recollection, where each song captures a different facet of the self seen through distorted memory.
The album asks a central question:

Who am I, if my memories can no longer be trusted?

Across its tracks, Fragments of Time navigates the blurred boundaries between what was, what might have been, and what was never real at all.
Themes of lost childhood, missed chances, trauma, and false remembrance weave through a non-chronological soundscape of progressive and psychedelic rock — blending analog warmth, orchestral textures, and experimental atmospheres.

Musical motifs reappear in altered forms throughout the record, symbolizing the reconstruction of identity through imperfect recollection.
Each reprise is like déjà vu — familiar yet subtly changed, mirroring the way memory reshapes itself over time.

The sound is both melancholic and cinematic:
delicate acoustic passages dissolve into vast, orchestral swells; distorted guitars and reversed pianos evoke the collapse of linear time; ambient textures breathe between moments, like ghosts of songs already forgotten.

In the end, Fragments of Time reaches no definitive conclusion.
Instead, it finds resolution through ambiguity — accepting that the self is not a fixed truth, but a continuous act of remembering and letting go.
The closing track, “Unwritten Hours,” fades into reversed echoes that lead seamlessly back to the opening of “Echoes Before Dawn,” creating a circular loop — a sonic metaphor for time folding in on itself.

The Weight of Silence

A second repository, my personal archive.
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