An inner journey between chaos and redemption, where rain becomes poetry and healing. The song tells of the strength to start again despite obstacles, leaving mistakes and regrets behind. In a messy and uncertain world, the voice becomes a guide through a storm of emotions, where every fallen drop is an opportunity to reflect, purify oneself, and hope. An invitation to get up before it's too late because trying, sometimes, is already a form of salvation.

Mixio&IRY
Time : 02:43
Produced by : AliensDealerRec
Year : 2025
Composed and mastered at AliensDealerStudio
Turin
Italy
Spotify Link:
https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/artist/5vD8gPE7tpSq5JAk1dctvn

dead anyway

Icebreaker

We gonna dance again - Scarlet Skies RMX

Дните се въртят като стара касета,
все едно живея в replay.
Но пак се смея, ей така,
дори когато всичко гори на slow delay.


Да, знам — животът не е феър,
но имам бийт в сърцето, не ми трябва air.
Сенките минават, но аз си стоя,
не перфектен — просто аз, това е моя flow.


Стани, човече, дай на сърцето шанс,
светът е луд, но още танцуваш сам.
Стани, не бъди фон,
всеки грях е просто още един тон.


Имам спомени, миришещи на дъжд,
и приятели, останали в грешен град.
Но светът не чака, върви напред,
и аз вървя с него — no regrets.


Да, боли, но това е играта,
всеки пада, после сменя картата.
Слагам усмивка, не защото е лесно —
а защото още вярвам в нещо честно.


Стани, човече, виж — утрото пее,
някой горе пак за нас се смее.
Стани, направи шум,
животът е ремикс — не го спирай, бум!

🎵 СТАНИ (STANI)

BLUES ON THE RAILS

🔥🖤💥💋🎶💣⁂©All Rights Reserved 10-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & vPro License:
Lady ElectroTrek
Off the Album titled: Don't F With Me
***


TITLE: KISS MY DERRIÈRE
_________________________________________________________________________
LYRICS:
(Verse)
You got me spinning like a top
Can't stop
Chasing shadows while you dance
You prance
Licking heels
Oh what a deal
Ain't real
I ain't your pawn
No fawn at dawn

(Pre-chorus)
You wouldn't bend
You wouldn't break
But honey now it's my turn to take

(Chorus)
Play fair or kiss my derriere
No more games
I’m outta there
Play fair or kiss my derriere
Your circus
Not my affair

(Verse 2)
You strut around like you're the sun
All done
But baby stars don't beg to shine
They're fine
Hold your crown
Don't let it fall
Your call
But I'm no jester
Not at all

(Bridge)
I was the echo to your shout
Now I'm the storm you'll dream about
I won't crawl
I won't plead
Time to plant my own damn seed

[Chorus]
Play fair or kiss my derriere
No more games
I’m outta there
Play fair or kiss my derriere
Your circus
Not my affair

Don't F With Me

Kiss My Derrière

Tied to the Ache

Raise the Sails

despair has countless faces. many of these might be masks that despair hides behind so skillfully that not even their owners recognize them. it's no wonder, then, that people affected by this, realize they have a problem but misinterpret its cause completely. somehow it seems more acceptable to consider oneself e.g. angry than to consider oneself feeling desperate, or hurt, or fearful, or lost in doubts.

doubts: puberty is undoubtedly a phase of life characterized by significant doubt. and perhaps one of humanity's central problems stems from our failed approach to dealing with this phase of doubt aka despair. it’s toxic masculinity. 

heaps of bullshit are associated with this buzzword. anyway, I associate it with the oppressive difficulties that our beloved son max had to face during his adolescence – in a world that is fixated on rigid role models in such a merciless, insensitive and ruthless way. toxic…

it's almost impossible to cushion that as a family. of course, you can always talk about it and provide mental support. but the influence of the outside world is far too powerful. so, max went through a period full of doubt, insecurity, and fear, and used a lot of masks to hide it. in the end, he found his way, which was a massive relief to us before his journey came to such an abrupt end. 

max, we love you all the more forever!

the lyrics written in memory of those times have been translated by DeepL without working out corresponding english rhymes. the musical template was provided by a guitar arpeggio piece written and recorded a while ago – without realizing the harmonies aren’t that vocal-friendly. 

that only became apparent when I was working on it with suno. so, I decided to work out two versions. the first closely follows the original backing tracks (including cümbüş for the banjos) and the “guitared” vocal melody. the second is more direct and minimalized, like an inner voice. for that's what it's all about.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5

videolization: https://youtu.be/pjj6jEFVg2o?si=kPIXuTvJCWqK8gB5


you wake up tense, breath short, chest tight
already feeling like you gotta prove something today
mirror looking back like, you sure you’re enough?
every silence around you feels like a test you can’t name

be a man, they said
but the rules came wrapped in shame
so you built this armor
made of jokes, smirks, and sideways looks
if you speak soft, you’re weak
if you speak loud, you’re a threat
so you hover somewhere in between
trapped in that quiet panic

you’re tired of holding it in
you’re tired of playing “I am”
don’t know who're you, man
don’t know who're you, man
don’t know who're you, man
don’t know who're you, man
just want to breathe again
just want to breathe again

scrolling through your feed
confidence everywhere
and you hate that you hate it
jealous of the ease they move with
the way they take up space like they belong
you? you shrink inside your shoulders
acting cool while you crumble slow

your jaw locked. hands tight
every move rehearsed
you measure worth in silence
in how little you let slip
can’t bleed, can’t need, can’t bend
so you drown
looking composed the whole time

you’re tired of holding it in …

sometimes you swing
not because you’re strong 
but because you’re scared
scared they’ll see the cracks
the small boy under the armor
you talk loud, but it’s fear wearing a crown
you throw shade, but it’s envy in disguise

you’re trying to unlearn this weight
trying to breathe without proving it
to stop mistaking numb for power
to stop mistaking fear for pride
maybe one day, you’ll stand still
no front, no mask
just you
finally enough

you’re tired of holding it in …

Who're you, Man | Inner Voice

Astana - Ottay Jılı Dala

Winner of the week: 🥇59

Astana (Kazakh and Russian: Астана; Астана is also the Kazakh word for capital city) has been the capital of Kazakhstan since December 10, 1997. It is located in the northern part of the country, in the heart of the Kazakh Steppe, on the banks of the Ishim River. With a population of 1,528,887 (as of January 1, 2025), it is the second-largest city in the country after Almaty.

The city was founded in 1830 as a Russian fortress. In the 1950s, it became the center of the Soviet Virgin Lands Campaign, aimed at creating new agricultural land. This led to changes in the cityscape and accelerated its development. Following Kazakhstan's independence from the Soviet Union, the relocation of the capital was decided, and Astana became the planned capital on December 10, 1997. In the south of the city, a modern government district was subsequently built, featuring striking buildings such as the Baiterek Tower, the Khan Shatyr, and the Pyramid of Peace and Harmony.

Astana - Ottay Jili Dala

Astana 🥇 - Ottay Jili Dala

Before I Step Outside

**"For me, AccessDenied isn’t just a name – it’s a feeling. It’s about all those moments in life when you try to break through, but something invisible holds you back. I write music to push past that wall. My songs aren’t perfect — they’re raw, vulnerable, and alive — just like me. Every beat is a thought I couldn’t say out loud, every drop is a breath I’ve been holding for too long.

AccessDenied is my outlet and my rebellion. I blend the electronic with the human, the dark with the hopeful. I want people to feel free to be broken, angry, happy, or everything at once. Because in the end, it’s not about escaping reality — it’s about facing it with open eyes, and letting the music speak when words can’t."**
— AccessDenied