A pulsating opening. Metallic synths bleed into crushed drums, like a warning from a forgotten AI. This is the ignition: industrial, hypnotic, and burning like neon blood.


A stripped-down ballad about performing the most private self in public. A song about exposure, tenderness, and quiet resistance. “I sing so they won’t hear me too clearly.”

Sous la Douche, Devant le Monde

“People” is a soul-stirring dance ritual wrapped in a deep groove. Produced by the genre-blending maestro Baby Blue Gleam, the track fuses rootsy folk-reggaeton guitar lines with deep house rhythms, pulsing like a prayer in motion. Inspired by the sacred verses of protection, it carries both ancestral weight and club energy.
Jo Chris delivers the main vocals with a grounded, meditative tone, while BabyG brings ethereal harmonies, whispering between the beats like a spirit speaking through the night. The hook loops like a trance: mantra meets movement, faith meets fire.
This is not just a song. It’s a protection spell you can dance to.

People

An AI that learns, envies, cries, but never loves. A punchy, glitchy electro hit about the absence of feeling in the machine.

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Ghost in the Shell

Sultry, understated RnB groove with jazzy undertones. A song about connection without words, where glances tell the whole story.

Lyrics :

The Immigrants  "Eyes Talk First"

[Intro] 
Light on my feet, Sharp with my eyes, No words needed, Just the skies.
[Verse 1] 
He threw a look, no words were said, Shot an arrow straight to my head. One blink, one smile, that’s all it took, Wrote our story without a book.
Couldn’t fake it, couldn’t fight, Love hit fast, it hit right. It’s a crime to let that fade, When the heart already made its trade.
[Chorus] 
Light on my feet, heart on my sleeve, One little glance and I believe. Eyes talk first, mouths stay closed, Love writes in ways no one knows. Light on my feet, dancing slow, Where his eyes, his heart, his soul go.
[Verse 2] 
Always playing, pulling strings, With silent looks, and hidden wings. Afraid to lean, afraid he’ll slide, Afraid to lose that secret tide.
Hold it loose but hold it real, Talk with my lashes what I can’t reveal. If I act cold, he might turn away, If I play soft, he might stay.
[Chorus] 
Light on my feet, heart on my sleeve, One little glance and I believe. Eyes talk first, mouths stay closed, Love writes in ways no one knows. Light on my feet, dancing slow, Where his eyes, his heart, his soul go.
[Bridge]
When the right eyes find you, No noise, no fight. Just a blink... and you know it's right.
[Outro] 
Light on my feet, Eyes talk first, Light on my feet, No words, just burst...

Eyes Talk First

An electrifying mix of cinematic EDM, glitch textures, and futuristic Japanese flute. Inspired by Tokyo’s nocturnal energy, blending tradition and modernity. Perfect for night drives, city walks, or losing yourself in neon dreams.

Midnight_Express

Tok'Yo (Part III)

A mantra on repetition. The subject is time itself, carried by monotony and chant-like delivery. Spoken-sing lines rise over ambient pads and upright bass heartbeat. Jazz-hop groove underlines the philosophy.

Blue

Oh time!

Eyes watching from afar. Whispers of truth, erased before they can spread. The desert keeps its silence.

People

90dB Project