UnderSide

Mood Red · 2026 · Trip-Hop · 17 tracks

Born from unimaginable loss, UnderSide traces the wreckage and reconstruction that follow when someone chooses to leave—seventeen tracks for those left to make sense of the unthinkable.

Tracklist

Blind Spot
Spellbound
Baseline
The Beginning
Tears
Buried
Ghosted
Dangerous Places
Black Coffee Inside
The Correct Response
Titrate
Fleurs du Mal
Bright Time
Relax
Sometimes
Long Goodbye
After All

Lyrics

Blind Spot

[Vinyl crackle]
[Spoken: male, distracted but something's off]
...yeah, Tuesday works...

[Instrumental — 8 bars, funky but uneasy]

[Spoken: female, casual surface, tension underneath]
...they're fine, they're always fine...
...ARE THEY FINE?...
[Scratch]

[Spoken: male, brushing something away]
...that's the key, right there... I mean it...
...I've been meaning to...
[Spoken: quieter, almost to himself]
...there's time...
[Spoken: female, AM radio, too bright]
...same old same OLD...
...same old same OLD...
[Scratch]

[Spoken: overlapping, fragments]
...later...
...tomorrow...
...soon...
[Spoken: extended voiceover, male, angry]
...what could go wrong. we set the whole thing up... we planned and we planned... we planned it all out. Just stick to the plan... every time you THINK you mess something UP...

[Spoken: overlapping, fragments]
...we... ...can't... ...keep this up...
[Spoken: distant, fading]
...talk soon...

[Vinyl crackle, abrupt stop]

Spellbound

I can't make out just what sort of a place it was.
It seemed to be a gambling house.
But there weren't any walls, just a lot of curtains with eyes painted on them.
A man was walking around with a large pair of scissors cutting all the drapes in half.

Baseline

[Bells as the alarm goes off, another boring day]
[Spoken: calm, waking up]
...What day is it??...
...Did I lock the door?...
...Feels like I forgot something...

[Spoken: overlapping]
...It's like I'm on autopilot... Bad Autopilot...
[Spoken: female, trying to wake up and remember her dream]
...I had a dream but I can't... ...no it's probably nothing

[Spoken: female, rationalizing]
...All of my dreams are grey... ...nothing sexy at all.
[Spoken: male, breaking but loud]
...I keep looking out the window... and I see nothing. NOTHING!...
[Spoken: analytical]
Coma is defined as a state of deep unconsciousness, an eyes-closed unresponsive state. Coma is usually a transitory state though it may last for an indefinite or even prolonged period.

[Spoken: calm, waking up]
...wait... what day is it again?...
...every...damn...day...

NOTHING!

The Beginning

[Vinyl crackle, then drums HIT — urgent, driving]
[Spoken: calm, final, cutting through the chaos]
...I've had enough... I've seen some perfect things... but I'm done now...
[Spoken: female, panicked]
...the phone just kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing...

[Scratch]
[Spoken: male, desperate]
...I don't understand...

[Spoken: overlapping, frantic]
...why didn't they...
...I just saw them...
...they seemed fine...
[Spoken: female, screaming through gritted teeth]
...they said it was quick...

[Scratch]
[Spoken: male, rage]
...why didn't they call me...
[Spoken: female, breaking but loud]
...I never got to say goodbye...
...I never got to say...
[Spoken: hollow, alone]
...gone...

[Single bass note, sustain, vinyl crackle, fade]

Tears

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love."

— Washington Irving

Buried

[Vinyl crackle, muffled, underwater]
[Spoken: muffled, far away]
...I'm fine...
...I'm fine...
[Spoken: clearer, gasping]
...I went to work the next day...
[Spoken: underwater, numb]
...what else was I supposed to do...
[Spoken: breaking through]
...people keep asking...

[Spoken: sharp, defensive]
...I don't want to talk about it...
[Spoken: muffled, sinking]
...just tired...
[Spoken: gasping, desperate]
...I'm fine, really...
[Spoken: distant, giving up]
...anyway...

[Spoken: extended, raw]
...I was... ashamed... I didn't want pity... or even sympathy... I was so full of ANGER and SADNESS... Just leave me ALONE.

[Spoken: Angry]
Just leave me ALONE.

Ghosted

[Vinyl crackle]
[Spoken: theatrical]
...I'm right here... you can't ignore me... I ignore MYSELF!

[Spoken: angry]
...I'm not a ghost!
[Spoken: deadpan]
...they keep walking right through me...

[Scratch]

[Spoken: creeping closer]
...it's close to midnight...
[Spoken: amused]
...rude, honestly... they must think I'm crazy...

[Spoken: casual]
...I don't remember getting up this morning...
...but I must have...
[Spoken: Dramatic]
...the ghost... of who I used to be...

[Spoken: ominous]
...no one's gonna save you now...

[Spoken: extended monologue]
I remember this one time, I fell off a high wall... I almost died... couldn't breathe for a few minutes. And all I wanted to do was laugh... CRAZY!
[Spoken: shrug energy]
...maybe I'm not here...

[Scratch]

[Spoken: playful threat]
...you're fighting for your life...
[Spoken: light]
...do dead people cry? asking for a friend...

[Spoken: dramatic]
...I'm a skeleton inside...

[Spoken: extended monologue]
I don't want to be like this anymore... I HATE THIS.
[Spoken: theatrical whisper]
...see you on the other side...

[Spoken: Dry Energy]
...I'll walk the nights alone...

[Spoken: maniacal laugh]
...HA HA HA... HAHAHAHAHAHA

[Vinyl crackle, creaky door closes, silence]

Dangerous Places

My husband and I were supposed to go to Florida for our first vacation since having our child, but my flight was delayed until the next morning. Before going to bed, my husband went to have a cigarette. A loud whooshing sound and a big thud later, two 100-foot oak trees upturned with no warning. The trees crushed our patio table and the only two chairs that were there.

We're lucky to be alive.

Black Coffee Inside

[Sub bass pulse, just heartbeat, building]

[Spoken: muttered, to yourself]
...Get up...
...Get up...
[Spoken: still internal]
...Muscle memory... ...autonomic...
...I like my sugar with coffee and cream?

[Spoken: fragments]
Gotta get UP!

[Spoken: faster, breathing harder]
What's outside for again? ...doors closed...

[Spoken: overlapping]
...Pins and needles out... heart is racing...

[Spoken: staccato]
Coat... Keys... Just...
[Spoken: calmer now, moving]
I remember days like this...

[Spoken: extended quote]
Walking with a friend in the dark...
...it's better than walking alone in the light...
[Spoken: fading, walking away]
Blood moving...
...FINALLY...

...but my heart is STOPPED...

The Correct Response

"Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile."

— Julie Burchill

Titrate

[Vinyl crackle, soft drums enter, melancholy groove]
[Spoken: gentle]
...it's okay... you're safe now...

[Spoken: broken]
...I can't do this anymore...
[Spoken: quiet]
...I know... I know...
[Spoken: exhausted]
...I'm so tired of pretending...

[Spoken: tender]
...you don't have to here...
[Spoken: cracking]
...I miss them so much...

[Spoken: holding space]
...I know you do...

[Spoken: sobbing]
...it's not fair...

[Spoken: whispered]
...no... it's not...
[Spoken: finally]
...stay with me...

[Spoken: present]
...sometimes... sometimes I like to think the pain is a gift... but there's so MUCH PAIN...
...this is no gift...

[Vinyl crackle, silence]

Fleurs du Mal

[Vinyl crackle]

[Spoken: female, disgusted]
...what's that smell...ugh...
[Spoken: French female, innocent over the grit]
...c'est joli, non?
...même ici...

[Spoken: female, disgusted]
...this is just awful... awful...

[Spoken: male, disgusted]
...Lavender... and Roses...

[Scratch]

[Spoken: English male, tired]
...still growing...
...in all this shit...
[Drums strip back, bass alone, breathing room]
[Spoken: male, pleased with himself]
...fellas... I sort of like it...

[Spoken: female, disgusted]
...how do people put up with it...

Bright Time

[Spoken: frustrated]
...too bright...
...too much...

[Scratch]

[Spoken: giving up]
...fine...
...FINE...
[Spoken: quieter, surrendering]
...I'm up...
...you win...
[Spoken: extended outtake]
...I wanted to come outside... just to get a little air. And... This sunshine is oppressive, I'm telling you...
...I wanted air, not LIGHT...
[Spoken: almost grateful, almost]
...still too damn bright...

[Vinyl hiss, fade]

Relax

At the end of a long day... it's time to relax. Take a break from your troubles, and just...
KICK
BACK

Sometimes

[Sparse piano, space]
[Spoken: male]
...sometimes... sometimes you're blind to the future...
...sometimes you can't see even the present... but the future is always there...
...you just have to open your eyes...

[Choir: soft, wordless, ahhhs, distant]
[Spoken: male]
...sometimes...
...there are times when gratitude is hard to find...

[Choir returns, fuller, warm, acceptance]

[Spoken: male]
...it's a blessing when it does...
[Spoken: male]
...I was dead... I was literally dead...

[Choir carries it out, fading like breath]

Long Goodbye

[Beat drops, triumphant]

[Spoken: Female Voice]
"I always thought I was shaking people up, but now I want to go at it more, and I want to go at it more deliberately, and I want to go at it coldly. I want to shake people up"
[Choir, joyful but restrained]
Still here
Still here
Long goodbye
But I'm still here
...I'm still here...
[Spoken: gratitude]
...thank you for the dark...
...showed me the light...

[Choir: wordless, rising, hint of gospel]
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Still here
Still here
Long goodbye
But I'm still here

[Spoken: soulful]
...Lord I'm still here...
...The Long Goodbye...
[Spoken: quiet, final]
...goodbye...
...and thank you...

[Spoken: Female Voice]
"Everybody is half dead. Everybody avoids everybody. All over the place, in most situations, most all the time. I know."

[Fade]

After All

[Tender, simple]
After all
I love you
After all
I still do

After after all...
After after all...
[Spoken: Female voice]
...I'm still trying to forget that mess...
...My friend just had a BABY!...
[Fading, peaceful]
After all...
After all...

[Sound of waves falling into the beach...]