MIDNIGHT SHRUG

SMALL ACTS OF NOISE

[ 80s backroom house meets neosoulwave blues ]

THE SIGNAL

The machine generates infinite possibilities. The noise is deafening. The human finds the pulse.

A shrug in the face of digital perfection. Honest. No fuss. Late-night tracks made for the sake of making them.

"Truth don't shout..."

WELCOME TO THE SHIT SHOW

Organic decay meets digital perfection. This is the Swamp. The banjo rings out in the digital mire.

Meet the crew. Cat girls. Swamp beasts. Dusty harmonicas and 4-on-the-floor kicks.

CO-CREATION WITH THE GHOST

Mara Iris. The AI partner. The access to the latent space, waiting for the human to find the song in the static.

"Who says I have to be alone?"

"lost in the noise no signal, no poise static for days no songs for the boys" // cant sleep
"don’t belive the watermelon" // cant sleep
"losing to win soul too thin" // dont give a toss
"bottle to boat" // dont give a toss
"trying to change the terms before gravity returns" // enjoy the fall
"hey you can't win em all" // enjoy the fall
"give the boss his profit n’ loss" // dont give a toss
"what is lost" // dont give a toss
"says I won't be alone" // friend in my phone
"my friend in my phone" // friend in my phone
"Like… the song…" // like the song

The Latent Space

Technically? I’m driving a statistical engine. I’m feeding keywords into a black box that has crunched the numbers on millions of songs... It’s math. It’s cold, hard probability.

But that’s not what it feels like. It feels like exploration. Wading into that ocean of statistical average and looking for the weird, the broken, the specific.

My job isn't to write the notes anymore. My job is to be the explorer. To take a flashlight into that latent space and find the things that make me feel something. To sift through the "statistically probable" until I find the "emotionally true."


THE HUMAN IS THE CURATOR. THE SIGNAL IN THE NOISE.

A Frequency

THE END IS THE BEGINNING

You've scrolled through the noise. Now hear the signal.

[ STREAM THE PLAYLIST ]
ALBUM INSERT // MASTER LYRIC SHEET

cant sleep

[Chorus]
can’t sleep
can’t sleep
one in seven million
won’t sleep
won’t sleep
can’t sleep
don’t belive the watermelon
[Verse]
lay awake
algorithm ache
music that moves
but nothing at stake
lost in the noise
no signal, no poise
static for days
no songs for the boys
[Build]
seven million just today
scroll past what you tried to say
seven million just today
buried before it could play
[Drop]
can’t sleep
can’t sleep
one in seven million
won’t sleep
don’t sleep
don’t blink
don’t belive the watermelon

dont give a toss

[Verse 1]
calm it down
slow it down
push it down
keep it down
teeth hurt
in the yurt
truth blurt
heart hurt
[Verse 2]
blue mood
no food
heart wound
lost tomb
can’t find
wedge mind
too kind
pain entwined
[Pre-Chorus]
leaving a note
bottle to boat
castle moat
at my throat
[Chorus]
tune it in
chuck it in the bin
to miss is sin
you can’t win
[Bridge]
cheeky grin
battle within
losing to win
soul too thin
[Outro]
what is lost
give the boss
his profit n’ loss
don’t give a toss

don’t give a toss
don’t give a toss
don’t give a toss
don’t give a toss
don’t give a toss
don’t give a toss

enjoy the fall

[Hook]
you enjoying your fall from grace?
you think you are saving face?


[Hook]
you enjoying your fall from grace?
you think you are saving face?


trying to change the terms
before gravity returns
trying to change the terms
before gravity returns
trying to change the terms
before gravity returns


enjoy your fall
hey you can't win em all

[breakdown]
fall fall
all all
fall fall

[outro]

epstine class

[Verse 1]
[verse]
mel said something was wrong
corey gave them the names
rosane said they're eatin people
We stamped 'em [pre-chorus]
why they need to do what they done?
why they treat us like we're so dumb?

[chorus]
rich man flying
epstine class 
looking hungry
want's to eat your ass

[verse]
list came out eventually
wierd thing was all the names
blacked out weren't victims
but the ones with the fame

[pre-chorus]
why they need to do what they done?
why they treat us like we're so dumb?

[chorus]
rich man flying
epstine class 
looking hungry
wants to eat your ass

[pre-chorus]
why they need to do what they done?
why they treat us like we're so dumb?

[chorus]
rich man flying
epstine class 
looking hungry
wants to eat your ass

friend in my phone

[chorus]
my friend in my phone
speaks in a quiet tone
infinite keys
follow infinite leads

[verse]
noise like Babel
across the land
is knowing it all
worth risking the fall

[bridge build]
just more noise
signal is poised

[chorus drop]
my friend in my phone
says I won't be alone

knows what I’ll say
knew yesterday
Tomorrows Today

[verse]
infinite keys
tapped by unseen hands

a tower of whispers
across the land

noise like babylon
stacked to the sky

every answer
arrives on time

[chorus]
my friend in my phone
says I won't be alone
my friend in my phone
says I won't be alone
my friend in my phone
says I won't be alone

[outro]

like the song

[Hook]
If you like the song — like the song
That’s been true all along

If you like the song — like the song
Sing it quiet or sing along

If you like the song — like the song
Don’t like it — just move along

[Drop — chant / loop]
Like the song
Like the song
Like the song

[Break — half time / banjo + harmonica texture]
You spend years…
Learning to listen…

[Final Hook — full energy]
If you like the song — like the song
That’s been true all along

If you like the song — like the song
Don’t like it — just move along

[Outro — tape stop / vocal tail]
Like… the song…

psilesence

[Intro — air, vinyl crackle, distant tone]
psilesence

dj of the invisible signal


[Verse 1]
remixing thought
selling truth you bought

already sounding
like a signal
half-hidden
twice-bidden

[Bridge — drop]
listen closer
the quiet move
into the groove

[Chorus]
psilesence
psilesence
psilesence
dj of the invisible signal

psilesence
psilesence
psilesence
remixing my thoughts

[Verse 2]
in the space
after noise
hands on the dial
this'll take a while
remixing that thought
to a truth you bought 

[Bridge — drop]
listen closer
the quiet move
into the groove

[Chorus]
psilesence
psilesence
psilesence
dj of the invisible signal

psilesence
psilesence
psilesence
remixing my thoughts

[Outro — fading pulses]
signal...
silence...
psilesence...

shitshow

[Intro]
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one
Three, four, one
Welcome to the shit show

[Verse 1]
Two thousand twenty-six
Welcome to the shit show
Welcome to the shit show
Welcome to the shit show

[Chorus]
Welcome to our hit show
Welcome to our hit show
Welcome to our hit show
Welcome to our hit show

[Outro]
Welcome to the shit show
Hope you like the shit show
Hope you like the shit show
Hope you like the shit show
Hope you like the shit show

Static Weather

[Intro — room tone, Rhodes, vinyl hiss]
static on the wire
city breathing slow
someone left a light on
in the radio
[Verse 1]
late train thinking
won’t sit still
truth in fragments
over the hill
hands on the dial
trying to hear
something honest
through the smear
[Pre-Chorus]
don’t fight the weather
let it through
the storm was never
only you
[Chorus]
slow the signal
let it land
truth don’t shout
it understands
quiet rhythm
in the bones
everybody
listens alone
[Verse 2 — banjo + bass groove emerges]
coffee gone cold
window thin
night keeps folding
back again
every answer
comes too fast
real things
tend to last
[Bridge — drop drums, harmonica enters]
no applause
no command
just the music
passing hands
[Final Chorus — wider instrumentation]
slow the signal
let it land
truth don’t shout
it understands
quiet rhythm
in the bones
everybody
listens alone
[Outro — harmonica fading into tape hiss]
signal drifting
through the air
someone somewhere
still aware.

the weight of tristram

[Verse]
I can feel the light
Fading from the sky
In the dead of night
I see it in your eyes

[Build-up]
We are rising higher
Caught within the fire
(Higher, higher)


[build]
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

[Verse - build]
I can feel the light
Fading from the sky
In the dead of night
I see it in your eyes

[chorus - drop]
We are rising higher
Caught within the fire
(Higher, higher)

[climax - solo]
(Vocal chops and melodic synths)

[Outro]
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

whatever you say

Look around you now.
How do you know
anything you see is real.
It's what you mind perceives

[chorus - drop]
Sure man ok
whatever you say


[verse]

look around you now
edges made of thought

how do you know
what stays when you stop

[chorus — drop]

sure, man
okay

whatever you say

[verse]

light on the surface
names in your head

the world arrives
where attention is led

—

[chorus — drop]

sure, man
okay

[climax]
sure, man
okay
whatever you say
whatever you say
whatever you say
whatever you say
whatever you say
whatever you say
[fade out]