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🎶 “Honeyloop Redux 🍯🌀🪐” 🇺🇸 USA | 📆 1998 | 🎧 Neo-Psychedelic Drum&Balm 📍Found: As a looping hidden track on a burned CD titled “Car Jams Vol. 7”, discovered beneath a bench at a South Carolina car wash. The disc had “NOT A REAL SONG” scribbled in red Sharpie. 🌐 Language: English 🎙️ Lyrics: “She stirred my name in chamomile / and beatboxed the bees to sleep” 🔧 Production: Tape-looped drums, reversed vocal mantras, filtered strings, honey jar percussion. 🎨 Aesthetic: A lucid dream in molasses. You don’t remember pressing play — it just started happening.
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The image features a woman with a guitar, possibly a nun, who appears to be playing a song. She is surrounded by a purple and yellow color scheme, giving the scene a surreal and dreamy atmosphere. The woman's guitar is prominently displayed, and the overall composition of the image is visually captivating.
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Title: Honeyloop Redux 🍯🌀🪐Tags: Neo-Psychedelic, Drum&Balm, Ambient, ExperimentalShe stirred my name in chamomile / and beatboxed the bees to sleep A looped dream in honey haze / where time forgets to breathe A swirl of color, soft and deep / the air hums electric, sweet Beneath the buzz of tape and thread / a pulse we can't unweave Drums like whispers, spinning slow / in circles of a distant glow Where jars of gold reflect the sound / of seconds lost, forever found The air is sticky, syrup-dripped / with loops that skip and shiver She hums a mantra, backwards spun / the melody a river A firefly lost inside her gaze / the tape rewinds and fades We’re sliding through a silver maze / in shadows where the honey stays In a loop, the world is new / with every second, more askew I lost myself in her soft sound / but still, I’m drawn back through She stirred my name in chamomile / and beatboxed the bees to sleep We’re dancing like the air itself / where nothing wakes, and nothing speaks.