7 Year Bitch

A South Porcupine Studios Production: ⚠️ This video contains bright flashing colours and strobe effects that may trigger seizures or discomfort for viewers with photosensitive epilepsy. Viewer discretion is advised. A retrowave honey bee on the lunar surface. A glitch‑fractured signal that refuses to stay broken. A seven‑year cycle collapsing into one final rupture and lift. This track is the moment the orbit breaks — quiet → ruptured → expansive → arrival. The growl, the warp‑bubble guitar, the stars taking over the frame… it’s the sound of apogee without spectacle, sovereignty without noise. Made in South Porcupine, Northern Ontario. Part of the ongoing mythic‑diagnostic project. If you’ve been through your own seven‑year spiral, this one is for you. #Retrowave #AltRock #TripHop #OriginalMusic #IndieArtist lyrics: 7 Year Bitch i waited a whole shedding of my star dust skin for you to begin. but you never did. so i will instead. i am no placeholder, no paper weighted heart. no page from your diary flapping in the wind. turn the phrase, make it sing. this was a waste of time, not even a fling. you gave me a promise but never a ring. i hung up the phone, i am not a pleasant, quiet, sedated looking thing. i opened my eyes, and ripped off the veil, honey bee wings flutter in the sting. buzzing from the call you made in haste. pick it up, Kerry. you’re moving at the wrong pace. run for the hills, away from the pills. you don’t need that spiral, you don’t need that thrill. blue and red flashing lights turn to purple in an everlasting twilight. pulsing dots of electrical signals form shapes in the air like perpendicular sigils. i see within to see without. i can make it by myself, to the place where ether drains. mare tranquilitatis, it has many names. probing for new vantage points, the recollecting without the nostalgic voice. i am not lured by weepy apologies from the source of my pang. i can rise from the regolith once again. new DNA strands take shape in the liftoff. intertwined helix of healing. the snake around the staff. i am free at last. plant my flag here on earth, the ground itself confirms my worth. South Porcupine Studios Where gold-dust-risen stories find their voice