Positive vibes and catchy hooks to brighten your day. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in West Europe.

Indie Uplift

Erotica Veronica

Felicity

Alan Sparhawk with Trampled by Turtles

Not Broken

Cutthroat

Spartak

Quiet Life

Straight Line Was A Lie

No Joy

moisturizer

u and me at home

Hesitate

(Verse 1)
You slide in like static on the radio
Midnight perfume, dressed in vertigo
Eyes like crime scenes, lips a cigarette
I lit your fuse, but I’m the one who’s wrecked

(Pre-Chorus)
You said, “Love’s a game,” and I’m a bad sport
Always chasing hearts I can’t afford

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Verse 2)
We danced like secrets on the fire escape
Your laugh was louder than my big mistakes
I should’ve known from the start,
You play guitars like you play hearts

(Pre-Chorus)
Said “Don’t get close,” but pulled me in tight
I lost my head in your blacklight

(Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
You’re poison wrapped in silk and gin
I swear I saw heaven when you said my name
Now I’m coughing up stars in your hurricane
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Every kiss a crime, and I got convicted

(Bridge)
And now your ghost is in my speakers
Singing lies in perfect pitch
I tried to quit you cold,
But you're the needle and the itch

(Final Chorus)
Velvet cigarettes and neon sins
I’d light you up all over again
Even if it burns, I’ll take the flame
You're the bruise that feels like fame
You taste like trouble, and I’m still addicted
Love like yours should be restricted

Velvette cigarettes

Common Touch

Altar

Heavyweight

The file is already open on the desk.
Pages marked, corners bent, stains on the paper.
Each note written in a different hand.
No names, only numbers.
Every margin carries a date, sometimes a time.
Lines are crossed out, replaced, crossed again.
The weight suggests years of observation.
A single page is missing, deliberately.
Questions repeat, always in the same order.
Answers never appear, only annotations.
One photograph is blurred, left that way on purpose.
Silences are catalogued as evidence.
Pauses are described in red ink.
Contradictions are underlined twice.
Empty spaces are treated as information.
Every file expands when resistance is measured.
Every correction becomes another entry.
The file does not shrink, it accumulates.
The file does not close, it waits.
The file is the only witness that never forgets.

Your file

u and me at home

Wet Leg

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