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“ I SEE THIS... THIS SPARK IN YOU. IT’S AMAZING, IT’S WHY I PUSH YOU ”

“ BUT IT’S YOURS AND WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE TO DO WITH IT, YOU’LL BE GREAT ”

SIDEBLOG. SHE/HER. 9TEEN. i can't follow from here so hu my main fr 🙏🙂‍↕️ i luuvv musiccc & im a sensitive chud man 🙏 ︵⁠ 🪽‧₊˚. for fic reccs music talk & me geeking out for personal fic resources

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what if I do a meovv review.... and a kiiikiii......

[bananagirl222]

♯Fan-maxing╋━

✚ Rapper!Martin x fan!Reader ⋮ oneshot ⋮ bananagirl masterlist

desc - you’ve been a fan of martins music since before he was on all streaming platforms, since before he was doing live performances and headlining for famous artists. And one day he suddenly deleted your favorite niche song of his off all platforms and you thought the best thing to do is to DM him about it, even though you knew he would never see it in the floods of all his DMs.

note - listen I know I said I was going on hiatus but I got really bored and js wanted to post smth so I made this BUT AS SOON AS I POST THIS I WILL OFFICIALLY BE ON HIATUS I NEED TO GET OFF TUMBLR HOLY SHIT ITS AN ADDICTION 😭😭🙏🙏

perm taglist .☘︎ ݁- @miseulsoup @coconhovr @marsgirltyshi @rickyshensgirlfriend @ykvdani @umizoomiz @saffy26jade @r0ckst4rjk @donttapdatglass @pbananalover @zzzeeetttaaa @hyeonverse @beatbymarzz @nolongeryoungbutbeautiful @im2swagalicious @ratyrozz @inadazeee @taelvvrzz

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it's so peak 😭😭😭😭😭 banana bread back @ it again 😜😜😜 lowkenuinely I'd smack his ass for sampling my voice tho ok give me 10% of everything that song makes come on now this is a collaborative effort

[pikapipipu]

my whole life 😏😏

[pikapipipu]

i get cuteness aggression whenever I look at martin

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what's ur fav lil peep song

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today I did something that changed the canon, maybe not drastically or even at all tho....so idk...............well......... i hope no one heard that ^•^

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not rlly satisfied w the theme lol I'll fix it soon

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idk if I want this to be graffiti themed or cortis nostalgia themed

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wow so I did neither and somehow did both

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not rlly satisfied w the theme lol I'll fix it soon

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idk if I want this to be graffiti themed or cortis nostalgia themed

[cranialberry]

don't delete the kisses - m.edwards

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ coughing up a love that tastes like spring, green and starved of oxygen

𑣲⋆ tags: ex! martin x reader | letter fic | idol! Martin | y/n implied to have been manipulative | estranged exes | mentions of past relationships | mentions of kissing and skinship | unresolved feelings | hurt/comfort | (w.c. 1.4k)

𑣲⋆ in which martin’s been feeling a little sentimental lately, and in some late hour of the night, sends you an email

mari here! martin is me guys :(( he's for the overly ambitious girlies <33 also im not implying y/n is YOU i js needed to do it for the plot... ts was so last minute but its v self indulgent idk if its relatable but i feel so many things all the time guys :')

Sender: [email protected]

╰┈> Receiver: y/n.l/[email protected]

── ─ Subject: (not spam) closure.exe

I’m really hoping this email is still in use. I’m also hoping you’d have gotten this in the middle of the night because I’m not ready for a reply so soon (lmao how brave). God knows where you are in the world, or where I am, or where we even are to each other, if that makes sense? Where are you, really? Hopefully not stuck in that tiny town anymore. Everyone knew you and I both wanted to make it out of there so bad.

Y’know, I think about you a lot. Actually, do you remember that night I answered three phone calls during dinner because the producer kept changing the arrangement? Little old me being teased by little old you for apologizing to everyone except myself. But the truth is I was happy. Exhausted down to the marrow and still I was so happy. I think that should’ve told you everything. 

There’s just that look you’d give me, you feel? Could be anywhere, my bed, my old junky studio, on my lap where you’d tell me to get my mind off it, all of it. Everywhere I talked about my plans, or muttered some lyrics under my breath instead of, I don’t know, sleeping. You’d look at me like I was something tragic. But I was alive. I felt that I was. You’d tell me once a day, “you’d work yourself to death if someone let you.” And maybe the scary thing about that is I understood exactly what you meant, and still, I would think of what I could make before then. 

There is just so much hunger in me, Y/n, and I always want to obey it. I have begun to wonder whether this was a flaw or some form of faith. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, only that it’s mine. This relentlessness. It’s kinda funny isn’t it, that of all the things I could’ve spent my life worshipping, it was always the future. I was obsessed with it. You had called me wild with determination once, but have you thought that through enough? I’ve never believed a wild creature was meant to bow its head in regret for wanting too much. 

Would you have given up your own ambitions to cross a thousand miles and be with me? Tire with me? Alright. I’ll say it now, and perhaps you might understand where I’m coming from. 

Leave behind that student organization, the Saturday classes and that shitty after-school tutor I know you still go to, all that hard work in the past, and feel this with me again. 

Would you have done it if I told you? I wouldn’t.

Often, I think this makes me selfish. Other times, I think I’m just as honest as can be. Is it greater a love to cross oceans for someone and measure how thoroughly I can abandon myself for that, or admitting there are some distances I’d rather not run in the name of it? I don’t love lightly, you know that. But God do I not dream lightly either. And when something in me reaches for the horizon, I can’t always be easily persuaded to turn around. Not even you, or those asking eyes I would call home,  have ever fully convinced me to go back. I’d choose you, yes, but I’d choose me too. And right now, those may be two truths but they are strangers to each other. 

I want to be one of the remarkables one day. Maybe I am selfish, Y/n. Is that so bad? 

Think of all the people out there who much prefer peace more than a little purpose. I don’t envy them a bit, as comforting as a peaceful life may sound. Imagine loving a life that doesn’t consume you whole. Imagine not needing to become more tomorrow than you were today. 

I don’t wanna toot my own horn, but I think I might be different from everyone else. People like to speak of dreams as though they’re luxuries and optional things. A lot of people around me and this business like to say that, actually. Fuck, I think it’s stupid. A dream may as well be the spine of a life. It holds you so upright that to wake up is to collapse. I am my dreams or I am nothing at all. 

Can’t help it that I miss you, though. Of course I miss you. I miss you terribly, and I’m sorry it took me months of waiting to tell you. I miss the feeling of having you close, of doing all your homework when you fell asleep on your desk or on the floor. I miss the sight of you tangled up in my own smelly sheets, and remembering how you used to call me pretty, touch my hair, tell me you loved me and that it was enough. 

And as contradictory as this sounds, I miss how greedy you were with me. When you’d stop me at the door and kiss me onto the couch, and I’d miss a whole day of practice altogether. Or whenever you’d purposefully SOS my phone during production hours, and I’d run back panicking only for you to tell me the emergency was that you missed me. The crazier thing is that you did this so many times, and I had done the same thing in each one. I was so pathetic then. 

And did you know? I still love you, haha (did I say that too much?). For even just once in my life, I’m glad that I'm able to say that I’ve experienced the most terrifying phenomenon in every person’s existence that is falling in love. It’s a feeling that lives so close to the bone, and the body will keep what mine cannot afford to forget. Thank you for this. For you. I’ll have to write a song about it before I can make peace with that feeling. I hope you won’t mind. 

But right now, I have a stage for tomorrow, a recording set for later, and every hour there is a song in production just waiting to be finished. I have a team to lead as much as they are friends to grow with, and sometimes they’ll ask more of me than what I think I can give. You can say I’m being worn thin by the things I love most, but what I used to call exhaustion I now realize is just my devotion, except I often push it to its edge, so it may look a little different at times. These pieces of myself that I give are being spent on this thing I love enough to keep feeding, and I don’t think its hunger is something I ever want to sate. 

I don’t think my thoughts come from a lack of love. I’ll always love you, especially now that my head's a little clearer and I’ve finally found my way toward things. But I would’ve resented you for the life I never got to live, even if giving it up would’ve been my choice and mine alone. 

So, from all the things I’ve said now, I don’t want to apologize for any of it. Wanting you was never the problem but abandoning myself would’ve been. And to be honest, I don’t think I could’ve made myself betray every chance at a future I got just to prove that. Maybe that sounds cold, or maybe it’s only the truth: that a dream, once you’ve fully imagined it, becomes another kind of body inside you. And asking someone to give it up isn’t always love, you know.

Wherever you are in the world, and wherever you’ll end up in a month or a year, I hope you’ll do the same for yourself, even if it means doing it far away from me. Now you can curse me out or diss me online or ring up my parents and tell them what a bad ex-boyfriend I am for this, but I love you now, I love you tomorrow, and I’ll love you in the next week or two. I’m young so I still don’t know how to move people along the line, and I don’t think I have to worry about that for a long while. But I would’ve still kept walking. I really would’ve.

See you around,

tin

(p.s. if you ever end up in my city, i hope it's for something good)

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wow I opened my blog to reblog something and realized my theme unfinished y'all don't mind that

there is so much I want to say here. I really didn't want to read anything lately, I've been upset, depressed, tired; oh so tired— but I feel alive with my routine. I opened this fic thinking "haha, this is probably gonna hurt a little," but I didn't gauge the intensity of it.

the opening of it sounded like someone I used to know, sending me a message in his unstructured and almost performative narrative (that I recognize too well). I giggled, thinking back on him, who he meant to me, and how I realized I did miss him too.

but then, somewhere it transformed to me talking to him. how I chose myself. how I wouldn't want to go back.

and then, came the worst of all the realizations— a message to myself. from me. to someone drowning in afterschool study sessions with tutors on saturdays and choosing everything but themselves over and over and over. and still choosing the love for the sake of it, but never truly loving. but...loving in the only way she knew how.

I loved her, I did. I loved the predictably her life brought, the endless road of knowing where to go, know what happens next, know that if I fail, I'll just have to try again until it hits. but I never really loved it. my life. i was just waiting for the next best thing to fix stuff all together.

that's when he (the performative dreamer I mentioned) came back in. I didn't want him to, but he did. he told me useless things at first, how he wanted to write, learnt to box, got active. then, he told me he switched majors. he asked me if I was leaving our small town to study, I told him I didn't have the money. he told me he managed to leave, its been going well. I told him I didn't know what to do with my life, if my road was for me— told him I was hurting. he told me, "you'll always figure it. you always have, you've always been good at that kind of stuff." I didn't believe him at first.

and then, the door was in front. and the lock on it reassured me— that I didn't have to maybe....try. that was my first wake up call, but the comfort of that goddamn lock told me it wasn't my decision.

but that lock didn't exist, I wonder if I wished it had.

it was an open door. creaked open, just by an edge. needing a push. and the heat of it all caught up to me, and overwhelmed me with every emotion but love. there was no love. where did the love go? the love of it all, the love of my daily life, the love of my routine, the love for him, the love for me?

Think of all the people out there who much prefer peace more than a little purpose. I don’t envy them a bit, as comforting as a peaceful life may sound. Imagine loving a life that doesn’t consume you whole. Imagine not needing to become more tomorrow than you were today. 

I walked away. I didn't walk through that door. I haven't ever wondered since "I wished I had." I didn't look back— I chose myself. he said I've always been good at that kind of stuff, and I told him I didn't believe him. I wish he was still here to celebrate his hunch, maybe get cocky, rub it in my face. tell me I need to get stronger with myself, and then tell me that he's kinda proud of me.

I don’t wanna toot my own horn, but I think I might be different from everyone else. People like to speak of dreams as though they’re luxuries and optional things. A lot of people around me and this business like to say that, actually. Fuck, I think it’s stupid. A dream may as well be the spine of a life. It holds you so upright that to wake up is to collapse. I am my dreams or I am nothing at all. 

I think having the privilege to write this has been something I've been needing to recognize for a while. to have the breathing room to grow, to artistically be who I am in a way that the old me was forgetting how. I missed this hunger, this anger, this drive. to wake up everyday knowing my dreams are something in my head because something in me knows I can achieve it.

I missed being angrily and most authentically me. most genuinely me. I missed dreaming even when I'm running on low sleep. I missed clawing at the future in assurance of myself.

would I continue to be me, or will I always revert back to who I am when the weight of a non-flexible route lands on my shoulders?

I don’t think my thoughts come from a lack of love. I’ll always love you, especially now that my head's a little clearer and I’ve finally found my way toward things. But I would’ve resented you for the life I never got to live, even if giving it up would’ve been my choice and mine alone. 

I would continue to dream. I want to continue to dream. the feeling of being at a door with nothing but paralysis surging through my veins— I'd never want to ever be there... ever again. I don't think I'd ever forgive myself for not choosing me.

he chose himself, too, didn't he? where is he, after he said he'd believe?

And did you know? I still love you, haha (did I say that too much?). For even just once in my life, I’m glad that I'm able to say that I’ve experienced the most terrifying phenomenon in every person’s existence that is falling in love. It’s a feeling that lives so close to the bone, and the body will keep what mine cannot afford to forget. Thank you for this. For you. I’ll have to write a song about it before I can make peace with that feeling. I hope you won’t mind. 

i hope you know that I still love you. maybe I'll send you an email, I don't want to text you. texting you, knowing you're just a notification away... you're too close to me. you scare me, I miss you. maybe you'll say something that feels like you touched my soul once more. or maybe you'll never reply. maybe you won't even notice; fuck, who even checks emails these days?

But I would’ve resented you for the life I never got to live, even if giving it up would’ve been my choice and mine alone. 

you're more me than I realize. and sometimes I wish you weren't. I know you have people in your life that make you feel more like yourself. more than I ever did.

how would you feel if I told you I did what you said I would? how would you feel to know I'm making myself something you never even dreamed of?

you'd be proud of me, and I hate that.

I miss the old me, but I wouldn't go back to her. would I go back to you? I don't know.

i wish I got to hear more about your dreams one last time before I became who I am.

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GREENGREEN THOUGHTS + ANALYSIS

THE GOOD GREEN SHI IS FINALLY HERE 🤤🙏 okay so, I thoroughly enjoyed this album, I think it was so worth the wait ^•^ I have some genuine constructive criticism on almost every track here, and I genuinely believe this album could have been even better. but, it's a huge jump from cotl— so to be able to witness it and listen to it is enough.

this post is going to hugely focus on the production of the album, the instrumentals, beats, vocals, and anything fun I've noticed. ive touched a hair on the lyrics, too, but this analysis is not a break down the meaning of the songs, but to just see the development and the arrangement of them as a whole instead.

I've given a final rating to each track ^•^ so im js gonna get into it

BEFORE I START im going to refer heavily to something known as “mixing” in terms of music production during this entire post, so a little bit background in case you don't know what either is ^•^ when you make tracks, you pick and compose how it sounds by picking instruments, arranging it, creating an overall "sound". this is called producing.

mixing is adjusting those tracks;

balancing volume level of individual tracks, and the overall track in general

panning individual tracks so sometimes you can hear some instruments louder in one ear, not the other, sometimes in the middle. sometimes you hear a track moving from one ear to the left; aka panning.

adjusting the EQ so some unwanted shit is cut out, some is intentionally raised

compressing so the volume remains constant during the track

adding effects to give the track texture

this is known as mixing, it helps the track feel coherent rather than just a bunch of shit thrown together on a track. it's a big part of how the track is delivered to the listener and how they perceive it.

TNT

the original guitar loop is great, it loops around the entire track and sets a good tone. I would still prefer it to be kinda louder than it is, it feels a bit too muffled/muted for my liking.

the bass that kicks in by the prechorus feels softer than I'd like too, but I can feel they're building to something bigger. a critique here is that the track could use some more stuff to fill the space. it feels kinda empty by this point and I'm feeling a bit reliant on the vocals to keep listening.

the chorus is AMAZING in terms of what the track was building to by this point. the bass kicks in louder, theres layers to the guitar and there's more overall sound. all empty space that was felt prior is temporarily forgotten. the layering of the voices is exactly what you wouldn't exactly expect, but once you've heard it, it's like “of course I'd want it this way.” it's satisfying

the voice and tone is great for the song. they really killed it with the vocals and I don't have any critique here.

the lyrics are GREAT too, there's so much ambition and feel that gives it so much overall “cool”ness. I don't even want to pick a fav line because they're all just sooo cooperative with each other, the song just gets better and better with each line and the overall delivery is extremely satisfying to listen to.

my overall feeling I'm left with— 6.9/10 due to the production and the potential I can hear this song have, im partially satisfied and a bit upset. the song is SO my style and really wanted it to be more. the track feels kind of empty, despite how much I enjoyed the chorus. like I said, the bass seems muffled, the instrumental seems softer than I'd like, there seems to be almost no "final chorus" things that you sometimes hear in many songs. I'd have really loved a louder guitar, a more emotional guitar, some adlibs of them screaming or making odd noises that give the final chorus more texture and pay off.

REDRED

the morse code spelling out “redred” was cheeky, kind of funny how it wasn't intentional.

there's a lot of 8-bit elements to the song which I kind of enjoy.

the gliding 808 (the constant bass going up and down, up and down or wee-woo-wee-woo) is something I thoroughly enjoy, although it's kind of overwhelming and loud to the ear compared to the previous song TNT.

the transition to the next few verses after the first chorus is really refreshing, I enjoy that.

the lyrics are kind of cheeky, and ultimately fun to listen to. they have a really nice playful vibe to it, and they deliver a really good message too. my favorite lyrics are “팔랑귀 팔랑귀 that's redred” it's so simple but really sets the tone well for what they're trying to communicate throughout the entire song.

I love the way their vocals sound, the adlibs and the background vocals really really honor the track and take it up to the next level. it's fun and ultimately super enjoyable of a song.

overall feelings— 5/10 first listen, 7.3/10 now. the reason I gave it a lower initial score is because it's definitely not meant for casual listening, but rather to be performed, and you can really see that because watching the performance really makes a heck of a difference in how the listener interprets the song.

when I first heard it, the whole track had me so overwhelmed and due to the way it's structured, telling apart the verses from the chorus was difficult, and I just felt like the whole thing was blending together. now, because I know how the song goes, I can truly appreciate how it's meant to be heard. but this is a huge hurdle to jump over if you, the listener, are only just discovering cortis. and it could turn the listener off immediately because it's a track doing a lot.

something to note; I found myself raising my volume to truly appreciate TNT, and then having to lower it almost immediately for REDRED, which is a bit disappointing to do as a listener. it feels like the tracks are mixed (in terms of production) so differently— I can't appreciate the instrumentals because I'm constantly worrying if I can even hear it or if I'm hearing it too much.

ACAI

holy peak of an intro. “nasty” (positive) is the first word that comes to my mind. it's getting the same reaction as UGH! from BTS got me— I just immediately start vibing from the “who is choking? ion care” line repeating

the instrumental is so so SO good, there's so much texture from the sound effects alone. the panning of a lot of audio tracks and sound effects really really helps the track feel extremely dynamic. the bass is such a good part.

this is such a sick song, the adlibs are soooooo addicting to listen to; “ye— ye— ye—” “uh, uh, uh” “WHÆE!” “YEAH!” “LETS GOO!” “SKRRRR” blowing raspberries, an actual “BLEEAAAGHHHH!!!” like a zombie, literally soooo good and soooo sick, these parts harmonize so so well with the textures of the rest of the track. it gives the track so many layers and almost edges— it's a very prominent song, despite not being traditionally “loud”

THE BEST LINES EVER.

“who is choking? ion care” “hundred acai; bring that acai” “내가 많이 좋아해, acai” I loveeeee the unserious lyrics

this part of the chorus

벌컥, 벌컥, 땡겨, 땡겨, i just choked on acai

THE WHOLE PRECHORUS !!! WHAT DELIVERY.

당나귀, 당나귀처럼 동서남북 지구

한 바퀴, 한 바퀴 돌다 보면 순간 울려, “ba-ra-ring”

배꼽에 알람이; it's time to acai, it's time to acaiiiii”

and this very strong part of verse 2. again, insane tone and delivery. especially on “stack ’n stack” I looove the subtle growl 🤤😝

acai 묻은 tee, acai 묻은 pants, acai 묻은 album, 만들어 버려 jam

난 키워 버려 trend, 다 묻혀 버려 SNS에 stack ’n stack ’n stack; but I ain't tryna blend...

my only criticism is that the mixing is done so that you can hear the individual tracks of the whole song, but you don't feel. they don't really stand out or “stain” your ears like the lyrics or their tone/delivery do. I really want to hear MORE of the instruments and the textures, so I turn the volume up, but then the voices get too loud and I'm left feeling like something is missing.

overall probably one of their more “unserious” songs that is tremendously done well and refined pretty good. a solid 8.2/10, unfortunately I still struggled with the “i wanna hear more” issue that I've been communicating so far. the bass could be louder, the individual tracks could be louder and it could be sharper of a track (than it already is)

ts was cunty asf I'm sawry they ATEEE THATTTT

YOUNGCREATORCREW

who's goddamn idea was it to put acai and ycc back to back cuz 👏 you son of a bitch 👏 you have done it again 👏

HOLYYYYYY CUNTTTTTTTT 😝😝😝

ycc gives me the satisfaction I've been asking the entire mixing of the album to give me 😭 so desperately 😭

the bass is LOUD. the drums have emotion, there is texture, there are shouts, claps. a “ayeee oohhhh” crowd voice kind of track in the chorus, which I really want to know if it's vocals chopped up/sampled to make a track, or an actual instrument, however I'm sure it's vocals. the siren/alarm is such a NASTY addiction during the prechorus to prep for the last chorus. there is a high pitched synth (?) I believe that acts as a beep almost, and it changes pitches which makes me believe it's an instrument. I could be wrong though.

the lyrics are extremely memorable, kind of silly, there's a huge theme of unity, creative soul, young rebellion 느낌. there are no specific lyrics I want to take apart but they flow so well together. it's so influential, it has you convinced that you, too, carry a “young ho” kinda swag and it just gets you hyped. another good performance song, but unlike redred (for me) I actually would find myself genuinely listening to this on a regular.

the tone and delivery is sick. the background vocals add so many layers to the entire song's lyrics, and there are so many adlibs I enjoy thoroughly. there is a "YEAH!” that comes after each "youngㅋㅋ" in the chorus and it is SO addicting. the vocal riffs are so addicting to listen to.

there are screams, shouts, "WOO!”s, blows, “WAH! LETS GO!” “HUH!” “AAAAH!!” tongue clicks, growls, barks and whistles

a really cute thing I wanted to point out specifically and isolate was martin's scream around 2:12/2:13 mark— it seems to pan from the left ear to the right ear if you wear headphones, like he's running behind you. it's so so satisfying and gives the track such an insane sense of space and dynamic. It's a very small detail, easy to miss, but I geeked out listening to that.

overall another strong strong song in the album, a soliddd 9.1/10 because it is loud in a delicious way.

WASSUP

i love the tired vibe. it's so familiar I immediately feel it in my bones.

I really enjoy the sped up drums that kick in during the intro. it reminds me of “funky drummer” drums sample by james brown but sped up and rearranged. it's so prominent in music today, so I wouldn't be surprised if the drums were inspired by funky drummer and created for this track.

I like the sped up, pitched up voice that's part of the instrumental, it's looping throughout the whole song. I really enjoy the bass, the I love love love the guitar that's looping throughout the entire track.

the second verse is extremely strong— I really enjoy the almost "despair" kind of tone they have throughout the entire song. they really let their voice carry a lot of the lyrics and they really know how to communicate their feelings through it.

the prechorus “been through these lows; now we're getting high” is SO strong, both in delivery and in instrumental. it stands out immediately, its almost the kind of part that seeps into the listener's bones and jolts them. immediate goosebumps. I think this is probably one of the killer parts of this entire track.

i thoroughly enjoy the lyrics, its unbelievably relatable. it's such an eye-opener into the lives of kpop idols and small artists in general trying to make it big— it's true that the small discomforts of a long, promising journey will seep into their daily lives til they're absolutely tired of it. and this goes for everyone trying to live and make it to their dreams; cortis captures this track's intensity through it's lyricism— precisely what this track cannot shine without it.

I love the subtle distortion throughout the entire track, not just on the smaller instrumentals, but especially on the vocals. the prechorus, again, is where I feel most drawn to in terms of production.

overall— a very strong song, 7.9/10 cortis breaks down the wall that separates an artist from their fan and let's one peep into their daily lives; and what it takes to build the short moments of glamor.

BLUE LIPS

mama.....................i can't do this .......

this track deserves its own analysis post like I did with joyride 😭😭😭😭 it's beautiful and it's so so heartfelt. I'll focus on the production and touch a hair on the lyrics because if I genuinely start talking about the lyrics and start piecing them apart, I WILL make this too long 😭

immediately in the intro: the sample of the underwater audio needs to be louder. it is such a strong part of the entire track and I'm disappointed I can't hear more of it. I genuinely imagine sitting by the pool in the dark, dunking my ankles, letting the water ripple and just staring. and staring. and staring. and ironically, it's a comfortable middle to be in, both metaphorically and literally. I'm still “in” the pool, but not quite. I'm still by the memory, I want to leave but I refuse to part; refuse to let my ankles out of the water.

the pitched up voice of the members— martins in the intro, (allegedly, according to genius) juhoon's voice in the outro; it's so so so native to dominic fike and frank ocean. I love the little glitch in martins voice when he says “dont want to lose you.”

“saw you swimming in the pool; thought we were going out for dinner” this casual lyricism, conversational delivery style is so traditional to dominic fike in his What Else Could Go Wrong? and Don't Forget About Me. he has such a way with his words and he knows how to make casual, mundane things, so so prominent and permanent to the listener. it immediately breaks down the disconnect that could form in translation from the artist to the reader, and suddenly— everyone connects. because everyone has thought, “thought we were going out for dinner.” this clear inspo is so lovely to recognize.

simultaneously, I also immediately thought of frank ocean's self control— not only is his intro is a pitched up voice, but it's so closely related to cortis' “pool” metaphor. “poolside convo about your summer last night; about your summer last night.”

cortis uses chords to carry the whole song, and warm (?), almost sweet synth pads that dominic fike uses a lot in his music. fike's Think Fast (ft. Weezer) is the most prominent example I can think of this— towards the outro at the 3:33 timestamp, the track has a synth very prominently inspiring the synth that plays at 0:16 seconds in Blue Lips.

the whole song has an angelic sweet tune to it, the little tune that plays at the 0:55 mark reminds me so much of something dominic fike but I can't find what song or what timestamp it reminds me of ☹️ the ambience of blue lips is so beautifully composed and arranged.

I also adore the harmonization that the boys manage with themselves, it's gorgeous and they, yet again, carry such emotion with their voices. there's background vocals, especially in the final chorus, which stretch the feeling of yearn and dread til the very end. I think they executed that beautifully.

the entire track has the members talking about their growth, their development and their struggles with still eyeing hope at the end of the tunnel. but, as the days go by, even staring at that very light grows into a two edged sword— staring is what gets them moving towards their future, but their eyes are tired. their feet are tired. they grow tired of the very thing they chase.

and they cross the tunnel, they will accomplish old dreams and need a “new why.” the tired grows. what seemed out of reach has been long touched and reached— an ambitious mind can't keep reaching for more without first consuming what it's been desperately craving; chasing all this time. cortis sings for a moment of quiet, a moment to rest, to get rid of the tired— where they can stay in the pool before life pulls them out.

in the end, they can't keep staying in the same old pool. the future may be cold, but the water keeps growing colder. the comfort of staying where they are is making them freeze— giving them “blue lips.”

maybe as a final act of self love, or selfishness— they stay in the pool one last time. feeling the warmth through the lens of a memory, a warmth that has slowly ceased to exist.

if I had to pick a part that finds a way into my chest and tightens, it's the outro

we've been in here way too long, I've been feelin way too cold

can we stay in here lil bit more? out of the pool, I know you'll be gone.

so, so, can we stay in here lil bit more?

with me, with me, with me

overall — 9.4/10. extremely strong in terms of production, delivery, emotion and just a beautiful beautiful track. it's up there with joyride and lullaby in it's beauty. I didn't even touch on the "inner child" metaphor in this analysis, so if I ever make a proper breakdown, I'll be sure to find every theme possible in this.

in conclusion — I really enjoyed the texture each track. there was so much to explore, listen to, and experience. a huge personal problem, as a listener, I seemed to experience was dissatisfaction due to feeling like the track or it's elements weren't loud enough. I really struggled with wanting to really hear more, but because of the mixing or the volume control, I really couldn't.

I really think if cortis continued in this direction of experimentation and taking inspiration from every artist they listen to, they'd manage to create a very diverse discography with a lot of texture and layers. they have a future in the market and you can hear their ambition out of just the tracks themselves. martin was credited for a lot of this album's work, and it's insanely inspiring to see how much contribution they have. I can't wait to hear more from cortis.

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not rlly satisfied w the theme lol I'll fix it soon

[sinningsinister]

LULLABY ── 마틴 에드워즈

𐔌마틴 𐦯─── martin edwards x fem!reader ; lovers

va händer ¿? ── the rare occurrence that martin's the one who finds you working far too late, and not the other way around.

sin talking ── listen to me ... to all you hard workers out there that really deserve a good night's sleep

I've got work ! YOU'VE ?? got work !

you're in that half-asleep, barely-there state where the words on the page turn to mush and your surroundings turn to lumps.

8 hours; that's how long you've had your math books splayed out and taunting you. you must be breaking some sort of record with this non-stop studying. from the moment you got home, from school, might I add, you've been focused on nothing but the test at the end of this week. you're one good grade away from reaching that final mark you've been yearning for, and this time you won't let the opportunity slip away.

so you've been slaving away, keeping all distractions at bay. you've got your noise-cancelling headphones on, your hair tied back and out of your face, and your phone turned off. nothing, nothing would strip you of this again. because god knows how many times you've been here before.

procrastinating was a specialty of yours, and you've always had to pay the price of this curse. disappointing grade after the other, they've stacked up, built a brick wall that you plan on demolishing this time around.

but now it's 2 am, unbeknownst to you. for all you know, it's still 9 pm. since your curtains create enough coverage to conceal the streetlights and darkened sky, you're convinced it's still appropriate to keep going.

you could've kept going til the sun decided to wake up the world, but there was one aspect that stopped you, one thing you couldn't divert forever. MARTIN.

at around 6 pm, he came over. he knew you would be studying all day, but the two of you haven't had the opportunity to hang out for nearly a week. and subsequently, it's not actually your fault, but MARTIN'S. but that's a bit harsh, given that he doesn't have much control over his schedule.

it's rehearsal, and then it's a performance, and after that, it's another interview, and if he isn't on camera, he's in the studio, spending hours creating the next best thing. it's always something, but not today; shocking, right? him having no work, while you're drowning in it.

it's an unusual occurrence, one that's never happened up until now: him sleeping in your bed while you're staring down at the papers with vigor.

the actual plan was enjoying each other's presence. MARTIN came over, ordered takeout; the two of you ate together in comfortable silence. then he spent his time in your room with either a book he found on your shelf, with your gaming console, or his phone.

even without you two interacting, you managed to indulge in the other. MARTIN felt refueled just having entered your room, your mere breathing soothing. and you don't know if you'd have enough energy to keep going this long if it weren't for him.

but then the later hours arrived, 10 pm passed, and then 11 pm.

MARTIN brushes his teeth with the toothbrush that's reserved for him each time he comes round, and then he washes his face. walking back into your bedroom, he sees you still hunched over numbers and equations. he smiles, nearly bittersweetly.

"baby?" he says, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle calm. you perk your head up, meeting his gaze as you turn your head and shift one headphone off your ear.

he smiles softly, placing a kiss on your temple. "it's getting quite late," he whispers into your skin. you lay a hand on his chest simply to feel him, but you get the blessing of feeling his heartbeat calmly vibrating against your palm.

you exhale, a small wave washing over your tense shoulders. "I know," you answer, moving your hand to his shoulder as his lips leave your temple to look you in the eye. "you go ahead, I'll be done in twenty."

but you weren't done in twenty minutes, not even thirty minutes. it's been hours, and you're not just tired, you're frustrated too. nothing made sense anymore, and your exhaustion surely didn't help. everything just felt impossible with this pounding head of yours and these math problems that didn't even resemble math anymore.

you sigh roughly enough for your throat to burn, and your fingers tingle with a need to crimp together. in your hazy gaze and sharp-edged breaths, you push your books away from you, no matter which way they went. it wasn't aggressive per se, it was more in irritation. a way of saying "get away from me", as if seeing another number might kill you.

you plant your head in your hands, defeated, completely surrendered to the basics of surviving, because the only thing keeping you afloat is your subconscious breathing.

despite your oblivion, the previous commotion caused one of your books to fall from your desk, landing on the ground with a thud. due to your headphones, you didn't even register the fall, but MARTIN surely did.

he's shaken from his sleep, eyes heavy and brows furrowed. in two slow minutes, MARTIN manages to brush his hair back with one hand before reaching for his phone, the time shining with vigor. 2:14 am.

with a simple turn of his neck, he sees the sight he wishes not to witness: you still awake. you're hunched over a few straggling papers in a splayed-out mess, your hair betwixt your fingers, body tense and strained. even in MARTIN'S slumped state and foggy sight, he gets out of bed with no problem. he has bigger concerns than his interrupted slumber.

he says your name, but you don't hear him. so, with light steps, he makes his way over, only ever grabbing your attention when his hand reaches for your shoulder. in bewilderment, you take off your headphones, only ever unscrunching your eyebrows when you look up and see your concerned boyfriend.

MARTIN says your name again, only this time you hear the rasp and worry in his voice. "what are you doing up?" he says, and despite the ever-gripping want to simply pick you up and tuck you into bed, he takes hold of your hands, easing you out of the chair you've been sitting in all day.

you sigh heavily, nearly falling into his grasp as he wraps his arm around you in a hug. with your eyes closed and body almost limp in his touch, you answer, or more so, say: "I'm tired," in this exhausted exhale, your voice forming against how your cheek is squished against the flat of his chest.

you feel the rumble of his chest against your smushed cheek when he chuckles. "I would've never guessed," MARTIN teases, letting one hand pet your hair.

in the span of merely a few minutes, you're draped in the hoodie he came with, a black one with a rapper you don't know on it, and scooped up into bed. your tense body is clad in blankets, and your aching head is supported and soothed by a mountain of pillows.

MARTIN makes sure that the duvet is snuggled against you, keeping you cozy and protected under the immense pressure you've put yourself through. and when you lie there, eyes closed, shoulders relaxed, and breath even, MARTIN really takes his time before he himself falls asleep too.

he brushes stray pieces of air away from your face, gently tucking them under your hood. even with the excessive amount of comforters covering you, he still makes room for himself, lacing your limbs with his. your legs intertwined, your face lands comfortably flush against his shirt. your exhales spark warmth on his skin while your inhales breathes cold air into his neck.

it's all so warm and quiet; it's peaceful. MARTIN finally falls asleep again, knowing he’ll wake up next to you, knowing work won't get in the way.

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fawk it's so peak fawk 😭😭😭😭😭 I cried I lowk needed this as hell ☹️ had such a rough weekend and a rough day and a rough time and

anyway I just wanted to settle down 🥹 and this was so sweet 🥹 and lovely 🥹 God I'm craving a lovely cologne scented hoodie and a warm neck to cuddle into mamaaaa I'm yearningggg

i shd sleep wowow im js so tired 😴✌️ when reader said "i'm tired," man 🥀 man 🥀🥀 mannn 🥀🥀 I get it man I do

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CORTIS GREENGREEN THOUGHTS !! the mood sampler thoughts were written on 2nd may, and the whole track thoughts were written on 4th may ^•^

“TNT” — MOOD SAMPLER

I picked up on distorted, choppy audio, if I listen long enough it sounds like some groaning/growling in the intro !!! kinda reminds me of zombies. I love the guitar (?) too. I think the song is gonna be about some sort of zombie apocalyptic thing cuz of the hint of groaning I heard, plus the boys kinda teased it in an interview!!!

“TNT” — WHOLE TRACK

waiting for the release

“ACAI” — MOOD SAMPLER

I LOOOOOVEEEE THE ADLIBS HOLY PEAKKKK LETS GOOOO I love whoever's blowing the raspberries in the back, the beat is really interesting but not unexpected from cortis 😇 i luv the "WHÆ" randomly in the back 🤣🤣🤣 it sounds like a silly ass song and I feel like this and ycc would go CRAZYYYYY back to back in the album, considering they are literally together too 😭😭😭 I wonder if they included a transition in between the two tracks 😮🤔 that would be SOOOOO cool to see

“ACAI” — WHOLE TRACK

waiting for the release

“WASSUP” — MOOD SAMPLER

can feel the sentimental/nostalgic vibes from this already. it's kinda fast paced, the intro is reminding me of so many shoegaze alt indie songs in my playlist that I don't want anyone to see #gatekeeper 😭 sooo reminicent of salvia palth, them & I, birth day, sign crushes motorist, DWLLERS etc etc

I LOOVEEEE THE DRUMSSSSS OMG I researched about that drum sample ^•^ it's so popular in hiphop and pop and music all along 😇 thank you clyde stubblefield and james brown 😴🫡🙏

however the drums in the cortis track do sound they've been chopped up and rearranged so ,,, I hope I'm not wrong about this but I THINK the sample is called funky drummer ^•^

overall I'm looking forward to this song THE MOST at this moment out of the tracklist, I'm sooooo excited those drums literally play like my heartbeat

“WASSUP” — WHOLE TRACK

waiting for the release

“BLUE LIPS” — MOOD SAMPLER

LAST BUT DEF NOT LEAST. OH MY GOD I HAVE SO MUCH IVE THOUGHT OF ABOUT THIS SONG !!!

first thoughts before I get into the actual track — “blue lips” occurs usually when the color drains from your face. when poeple die or drown, the color drains from their face. people with pale skin or lighter skin tones can look "blue" and therefore get "blue lips" or "lifeless lips"

martin has already said he's written the song in his trainee days, that's why I assume the song is going to be about anxiety, pressure and the "color draining esque paralysis" that comes with such intense anxiety.

now the track itself — you immediately hear a "yeah" which sounds like martin's vocals pitched up. the instrumental seems slow and kind of “sweeter” almost? I think there's a piano or some sort of chords in there and they really give a sentimental kind of vibe. we already know about the lyrics "my blue lips" so I KNOWWW this song is going to hurt a little 😭😭😭😭😭

“BLUE LIPS” — WHOLE TRACK

waiting for the release

so far this is all I've got ^•^ will update once the album actually DROPS omfg I'm so excited guys

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음악 세션 2 cuz in new york I milli rock

[darealteeng1rl]

self control by frank ocean....................................................

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telling my underground singer friend im an aspiring beginner prod....how will this go...

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life is amazing