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JCFAUST is an analog and digital avatar — a theater for imaginative sonic, visual, and AI-driven worlds. A genre-bending artist who writes from the space between spectacle and solitude.

The debut album Strange Beautiful Thing drifts through desire, grief, defiant swagger, and tenderness — haunted memory giving way to raw confession, unguarded love folding into something electric and strange.

 

Echoes of Bowie's theater, Peter Gabriel's emotional weight, Tori Amos's unflinching gaze, Springsteen's beating lyrics, and a cinematic alt-rock edge run through it all — but the voice is its own.

These are songs that create contained worlds — little movies. They move. They linger. At the same time uncomfortable and unsettled… yet so very familiar.

We are all strange, beautiful things.

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Dreamcatcher
Dreamcatcher

Lyrics:

Pony tails and horses

Sugar and spice and all things right

Cinderella, sleeping beauty queen

A princess in a torn white dress

praying for her prince to come

The first kiss she can find, she will run

She'll run, she'll run, she'll run

Dream catcher

Can you let it go?

Would you like to grow?

Would you like to know the dreams you're holding have grown cold

Dream catcher

Would you like to feel?

Would you like to hear?

Would you like to seal the wounds that caged you so long ago?

ago, ago, ago

Kingdoms come and princes go

And the princess knows

the show must go on, on with the show

the show, show

She paints a smile to fool the world

but just beneath the pain unfurls

frozen in her eyes a frightened little girl

Oh, still running, she runs, she runs

Dream catcher

Can you let it go?

Would you like to grow?

Would you like to know the dreams you're holding have grown cold

Dream catcher

Would you like to feel?

Would you like to heal?

Would you like to seal the wounds that caged you so long ago?

Secrets can hide

but everybody sees

The story's end is sometimes not what it seems

Oh, run away

Fly away, fly

high away

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Still running, she runs, she runs

Dream catcher

Can you let it go?

Would you like to grow?

Would you like to know the dreams you're holding have grown cold?

Dream catcher

Would you like to feel?

Would you like to heal?

Would you like to seal the wounds that cut you so long ago?

ago

ago

ago

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Strange Beautiful Thing
Strange Beautiful Thing

A flick of the wrist, evil glittering eye—you walk with a twist, you know it gets me high

A seductive glam-rock anthem celebrating the irresistible allure of someone gloriously unconventional. Mixing English desire with French admiration, the track channels Bowie-era swagger through pulsing 127 BPM energy. Surrender to the strange, the beautiful, the utterly magnetic.

Lyrics:

A flick of the wrist

Evil glittering eye

You walk with a twist

You know it gets me high

You drive this lad insane

with the clothes you wear

I dig the way you move

Your Ziggy Stardust hair

Vous êtes étrange

Et très magnifique

Vous êtes étrange

Mais très très très magnifique

You're my strange, beautiful thing

You're my strange, beautiful thing

Ah honey let's go out

You can show me around

You can fill me up

Then you can take me down

Vous êtes étrange

Et très magnifique

Vous êtes étrange

Mais très très très magnifique

You're my strange, beautiful thing

You're my strange, beautiful thing

Oh yeah yeah yeah

Vous êtes étrange

et très magnifique

You're my strange, beautiful thing

You're my strange, beautiful thing

Vous êtes étrange

et très très très magnifique

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Blue LA
Blue LA

There's a carousel out on a pier, horses grimace up and down and round above the waves.

A haunting meditation on memory, loss, and the father-son bond told through the lens of a Santa Monica carousel. The shifting tempo mirrors emotional tides—childhood fear transforming into adult longing and acceptance. A cinematic ballad about learning to fly on your own.

Lyrics:

There's a carousel out on a pier
Horses grimace up and down
and round above the waves
It's a cloudy day in blue L.A.
A weekend visit, Saturday
and daddy's come to play

Take my hand

Don't be afraid anymore

You can fly high away

Into the night I'll remember

I will remember

I will remember

I'll remember you

Today is the day I ride alone

A fear of wooden horses just won't do at nine years old

But I'm frightened by the lights, the sounds

Strong hands lift me up and I take hold to a cold brass pole

Take my hand

Don't be afraid anymore

You can fly high away

Into the night I'll remember

I will remember

I will remember

I'll remember you

Round and round and round

Round and round

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round

Were you here now, we could laugh

About a boy who fell from a carousel

cried 'til we got home

And we could walk out on that pier

And I could finally hear how a man can fly all on his own

All on his own

And you could take my hand

Don't be afraid anymore

You can fly high away

Into the night I'll remember

I will remember

I will remember

I'll remember you

And the cloudy day in blue

On a cloudy day in blue L.A.

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Breathe
Breathe

Every breath a meditation, every moment an invitation to simply be.

An atmospheric exploration of presence and stillness in an anxious world. Hypnotic rhythms and layered textures create space for reflection and release. Close your eyes, let go, and remember how to breathe.

Instrumental

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The Last Wave
The Last Wave

Light cascades through digital corridors, pulsing with the rhythm of something ending and beginning.

A shimmering electronic odyssey that rides the edge between technology and transcendence. Cascading synths and propulsive beats evoke both the vastness of data streams and the intimacy of human connection. The future arrives not with a crash, but a wave.

Instrumental

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