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Late night highway. Driving alone. The passenger seat is empty, but you can't shake the feeling someone's there. This track is a conversation with that phantom presence.
The relentless four-on-the-floor kick accelerates the solitary drive while the serpentine bassline blurs the line between reality and fantasy. City lights stream past the window. The synthesizer traces the outline of someone who was never there.
"Where did you come from?" "What's in your mind?"
Questions thrown at an empty seat. No answer comes. But that's okay. The quiet questioning slowly transforms into desperate pleading. "When do you want to come by?" Eight times, sixteen times, the phrase loops obsessively. No need for reasons-"I don't want to know why"-just tell me when you'll finally sit beside me.
If you've ever driven alone, imagining someone you wish was riding shotgun, this track is for you.
Hit play now. You'll find yourself asking the empty passenger seat the same question-"When do you want to come by?"
In the dim glow of an after school classroom, the first band formed by a 15 year old Genesiskhode was already turning heads. Your songs are cinematic, producers would rave in unison. But they always added the same devastating footnote, If only it weren't for the vocals. That voice was the one anchor holding his cinematic sound earthbound. The setback became rocket fuel. At university, he gutted a six tatami dorm room and rebuilt it into a starship studio.There, he stitched lo fi, trap, and city pop into beats that smelled of back alley asphalt under a galactic sky. Under an alias, he slipped tracks into indie films and fashion videos projects fronted by actresses who are now household names. His reputation spread through the underground like neon static. And so, to turn his former complex into his greatest weapon, he chose to liberate himself from his own voice. Rebooted as a voiceless singer songwriter, he now carves his inner monologue into his tracks. Listeners hear the emotional resonance and call it a soulful voice. But the voice isn't human. It's a new kind of soul, forged by technology from vocaloids to the cutting edge of synthetic voice creation. The universe may be infinite, but his bedroom keeps finding new corners of it. And the world is starting to dance in its orbit.