A very enjoyable tune, with a hypnotic riff that won,t let you go

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Кожного дня ми робимо свій вибір. Цей вибір — жити, рухатись вперед, дивитись в очі буремному сьогоденню. 
Бути сильними — це все, що нам залишається. Доля може випробовувати нас, відбирати те, що ми щиро любимо, залишати ні з чим. Але є те, що з нами назавжди — це гірко-солодкі закутки нашої памʼяті, теплі спогади про те, якими ми були та яким було наше життя. 
Та мандри цими спогадами, цей жаданий ескапізм — лиш одна з форм самотортури, що робить повернення до реальності дуже болісним. Це солодка отрута, відмовитись від якої неймовірно важко. 
Саме це відчуття ми спробували передати нашою новою піснею.

Сон

Dreaming Away

Everybody wants to rule the world

A song I wrote for my wife.
Josh Alvarez on drums

Rubies

Just an unfinished idea I found on the computer

Waiting Line

IF YOU COME AND SEE ME, JUST READ ME THE NEWS

You wanna hear a story
You want your bubble wrap
You only want the world
If it gets dropped in your lap
There are no more secrets out there
Even in the shadows
Tell me, what’s the use

If you come and see me
Just read me the news

Tails you win
Heads we lose

Throw the dullest words
From the tallest building
We can watch them shatter
Upon the pavement
Call it in the air

Scattered syllables
Easy entertainment

Heads we lose
Tails you win

Pattern recognition of
Mental somersaults
Staying up until the dawn
Just flipping coins
Tell, me what’s the use

Stay up and sell me lies
Easy entertainment

Tails you win
Heads you lose
Heads you lose
Heads you lose

Follow/Find

Easy Entertainment

"I Walk, I Drink, I Smoke, I Roll" is a full-throttle anthem for the wild at heart.
Neon nights, heavy beats, and reckless freedom — this track is for the ones who live fast, love loud, and never look back.
A gritty fusion of rock, nightlife, and raw attitude.
Turn it up. Ride the wave. No brakes. Just fire.

THE STORM

Drink, Smoke, Walk.

Hurry up

Only A Minute More

When The Morning Comes

Composed , Produced, Written and Arranged by Jah-Femi Telewa

Angel’s Song is a hauntingly beautiful fusion of hip-hop and orchestral soul, opening with angelic choir harmonies and poetic reflections on love, peace, and divine presence. With ethereal ahhhs and vivid imagery, it captures the serenity of nightfall as angels sing and bells ring softly in the background. A meditative journey through sound and spirit.

Lyrics 
Ahhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhh
Ahhh
Ahhh

Let the angels sing,
Let the light true lovers bring.
When the rain falls down,
The flowers would shed petals as they drown.

When night falls dim and the angels start to sing,
That’s when the joy it brings
Settles on the night to bring it calm.

Angels sing,
Calm it brings.

Watch the nighttime,
They’re singing—
The angels
Keep singing.
The bells ring,
Keep ringing,
At the nighttime
While you’re sleeping.

Watch the nighttime,
They’re singing—
The angels
Keep singing.
The bells ring,
Keep ringing,
At the nighttime
While you’re sleeping.

Ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh

Angel’s Song:

Right Into You (Vox Rough Track)

Hilma, Hilma Full of Dreams.

🛒 Track: Supermarket Line
🎸 Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM • 🎹 Key of E Major
🌀 Mood: Desperate Daylight • Groovy Dignity • Melodic Collapse

What do you get when you cross Thom Yorke’s lunch break, a can of tuna, and the sacred geometry of aisle four? You get Supermarket Line — a jangly, fluorescent-lit prayer for the overworked, underpaid, and emotionally microwaved.

This is not just a song. This is a midlife crisis with a loyalty card.
🍞 The bun? Stale.
🐟 The tuna? Radiating existential mercury.
👼 The chorus? Britpop angels chanting through a broken speaker near the discount wine rack.

Imagine Morrissey clocking in at Aldi. Imagine The Cure stuck behind an old lady counting coins. Imagine you, toe-tapping to your own slow collapse under strip lighting.

🎧 Highlights:
– Sparkling guitars that sound like someone trying to stay hopeful in polyester
– Bassline hums like a fridge full of regrets
– Vocals? A chant from the checkout limbo

💬 “I taste God in the checkout sign.”

For anyone who’s ever questioned reality while holding cat food and dignity in the same hand — this hymn’s for you.
File under: Grocery Store Gospel for the Emotionally Exhausted.

🛒✨ Add to cart.

Lyrics:

Lunch break burns — I’m on the clock
Holding a bun like it’s solid rock
Tuna can in the other hand
Sweat runs deep — I can’t stand

Fluorescent buzz, the air is thick
Someone coughs, the smell’s too quick
The queue’s a loop of loss and sigh
I close one eye and hope to die

Coins hit tile like death by drip
One more beep — I might just flip
A child screams next to discount wine
The speaker plays "You’re doing fine"

Oh mine — oh mine — standing in the supermarket line
With a bun and a can and collapsing spine
Oh mine — oh mine — they say this wait is "by design"
But I taste God in the checkout sign

The old girl counts her silver slow
Like each cent holds a tale of woe
She buys cat food and winter bread
And I rethink all I’ve ever said

No cart, no grace, just tuna oil
And this slow-roast public boil
Behind me breathes a man too near
His cologne: regret and fear

They loop a song from ’99
I fake a smile like "I’m just fine"
But this feels close to some defeat
That ends in tears and processed meat

Oh mine — oh mine — still trapped in the supermarket line
With my dignity on the bottom line
Oh mine — oh mine — I’m one beep from a holy sign
But salvation costs €2.99

No one’s famous in aisle four
Just saints of sweat on vinyl floor
We carry lunch like holy weight
And wait for joy… that shows up late

Oh mine — oh mine — I dissolve in the supermarket line
There’s no escape, no grand design
Oh mine — oh mine — I’m a hymn in fluorescent shine
And this bun... is borderline divine

"Next customer, please…"

Supermarket Line

"Hearts in Crossfire" is a dark and emotional post-punk anthem that explores the breakdown of a once-passionate relationship turned into a battlefield of silence, pride, and unspoken pain. Set against a bleak but atmospheric backdrop, the lyrics portray two lovers caught in emotional warfare—each armored, each wounded, neither willing to surrender. The song moves through moments of cold reflection, bitter accusation, and aching nostalgia, with vivid metaphors like broken guitars, shattered mirrors, and poisoned beds. Musically, it pairs melancholic melodies with driving rhythms and icy synth textures, building from restrained verses to explosive choruses. The spoken bridge adds a raw, intimate touch before the final reprise leads into a haunting instrumental fadeout. It’s a story of love lost not in a moment, but in a drawn-out war neither side could win.



Hearts in Crossfire

Singer songwriter from the Heart of England with a box full of old and new songs on a mission to understand the art of recording and mixing. Most started life on my trusty Martin acoustic and have been played live but never been given the luxury of being recorded. I suspect am gonna be at this for quite a while!

Rubies

Whispercore

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