

Waves on repeat, like a slow rewind
Sun melting gold at the edge of my mind
Left you on read… but I’m feeling just fine
“Right now” got a grip on my time
Wind on my skin, yeah it’s telling me truth
All of that pressure? I’m cutting it loose
Who said I gotta be something to prove?
I’m just breathing… and that’s a whole mood
I don’t need forever, just this minute
Sunset dripping, yeah I’m living in it
Past and future blur in my vision
Heartbeat loud, that’s the only thing written
No label, no role I gotta play
Let the tide take my name away
Lonely don’t hit the same these days
Kinda sweet in a quiet way
Thought I heard somebody call my name
Turn around—just the wind, just the waves
Still… I claim this space
Every second, yeah it’s mine to take
Yeah… I’m alive, I’m alive
Fading in the colors of the sky
I’m alive, I’m alive
Don’t need answers tonight
- Lyricist
J.P.M
- Composer
J.P.M
- Producer
J.P.M
- Vocals
Maetel
- Background Vocals
J.P.M

Listen to Fading in (feat. Maetel) by J.P.M
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Fading in (feat. Maetel)
J.P.M
- 2
Fell All Night (feat. Maetel)
J.P.M
- 3
zip.file
J.P.M
- 4
Blue Hour (Bonus Track)
J.P.M
"Pulse:1.0' feels like a carefully curated stream of night air, a mini album that moves with quiet intention from start to finish. The opening track, "Fading In" introduces a soft, blurred glow that slowly seeps into the room an understated beat carrying a subtle sense of anticipation.
The following track, "Fell All Night" sinks that light deeper into the night. Its low, undulating groove and simmering emotional heat create not a feeling of sleep, but of surrendering yourself to the night itself.
Then comes "zip.file" a more minimal piece cool and compressed, as if emotions and memories have been zipped into a folder. Yet inside that coldness, you can still feel a faint pulse, something quietly alive.
The bonus track "Blue Hour" drifts along the boundary between night and morning, opening the view gently while leaving a lingering afterglow.
Across the whole project, the sound is urban and chill not just comfortable, but tinged with a kind of earnestness, a small warmth that nudges you toward your next step. What remains after listening isn't an explanation, but the sensation of a pulse still echoing somewhere deep in your chest.
