my beginning and my end, an episodic dream.

dopamine.

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.

Bored in the room

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

all vapours fade

down to zero

When SoundCloud announced we could finally distribute albums on demand, I was thrilled. I put my name on the waiting list and waited what felt like forever. Then one day — boom — the notification popped up: I was off the list and ready to release. YAY!

So I got to work — poured my heart, time, and countless nights into perfecting everything. Every track mixed, every layer refined, every cover art crafted. And then… censorship. Twice. My art, my titles, my voice — silenced.

When I vented to my good friend ShAnkAri, she opened my eyes to Spinoza — a philosopher I’d never heard of before. She explained how his ideas still live on: you can think what you want, but you can’t always say it. That truth hit hard.

This song was born from that clash — the frustration, the irony, and the fight to stay free in a world that keeps tightening its grip on expression. It’s anger, defiance, and art, all rolled into one.

So now I’m looking into albums or CDs through another distributor.
I WILL get my Fuck Trump five-volume album set out someday, somehow! 🤬

STAY TUNED!!! 


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
I spent nights with a glowing screen,
Coffee and fury, chasing the dream.
Brushstrokes and beats, every layer in place,
Only to be gagged at the album’s face.
Downtempo laughter, but bitter inside,
Blame Trump for the muzzle we can’t untie.

[Pre-Chorus]
You can think it, you can scream it in your mind,
But out loud they clip the wires, cut the lines.

[Chorus]
Spinoza in action, they say let thought be free,
But don’t let the words shake the State’s harmony.
We can dream it, we can paint it in the dark,
But silence hits harder than a censor’s mark.

[Verse 2]
Fuck Trump, I’ll sing it with a crooked grin,
Even if the platform won’t let me begin.
SoundCloud walls, Germany’s hand,
Stamping out fire, afraid of the brand.
It’s comedy tragic, a circus of rules,
Freedom’s a ghost in the house of fools.

[Pre-Chorus]
You can think it, you can scream it in your mind,
But out loud they clip the wires, cut the lines.

[Chorus]
Spinoza in action, they say let thought be free,
But don’t let the words shake the State’s harmony.
We can dream it, we can paint it in the dark,
But silence hits harder than a censor’s mark.

[Verse 3]
ShAnkAri whispers from centuries past,
“Once they burned you alive just for thoughts you cast.
Now they drown you in speeches, a plurality flood,
Still the truth gets buried under silence and mud.”
I carved my protest into rhythm and rhyme,
But the upload gate says I’ve crossed the line.

[Bridge]
Is it freedom, or just a leash we wear?
A velvet gag in the electric air?
You can buy the beat, but not the scream—
What happened to the rebel’s dream?

[Chorus]
Spinoza in action, they say let thought be free,
But don’t let the words shake the State’s harmony.
We can dream it, we can paint it in the dark,
But silence hits harder than a censor’s mark.

[Chorus]
Spinoza in action, this is history’s play,
Two centuries gone, but the fear won’t decay.
We can write it, we can bleed it in the song,
But freedom’s a note they won’t let last long.

[Chorus]
Spinoza in action, the lesson still burns,
Freedom’s a wheel, but it never quite turns.
You can shout it, but you’ll never break through,
When truth is forbidden to sing to you.

[Outro]
So fuck Trump, fuck silence, fuck the cage they built,
I’ll laugh through the anger, I’ll drown in the guilt.
Our voices are louder than the State’s redaction—
This is our music, Spinoza in action.

Spinoza in Action

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 ‘Thought I’d Miss You (But I Don’t)’ is the anthem for everyone who skipped the ugly cry. Six months was generous. Now I’m just dancing in my kitchen. Press play for pure, unfiltered post-breakup relief. #SassyPop #BreakupAnthem.  © 2025 Karen Dyer. All rights reserved. Lyrics by Karen Dyer. Demo version. For promotional use only. Not for reproduction or distribution without written permission.

Thought I’d Miss You (But I Don’t)

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

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