BluDay Jok

Rider in the Storm

A calming piece celebrating the art of craftsmanship and attention to detail.

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🌊 Rider in the Summer Storm 🌴
BlueDay is back with a refreshing summer version of their iconic track, Rider in the Storm. Dive into an electrifying vibe where deep house and house music intertwine to create the perfect soundtrack for your summer nights.
Let yourself be carried away by vibrant rhythms, captivating melodies, and an energy that captures the essence of summer storms. A track to enjoy under the stars or on the dance floor. 

Rider in the Summer Storm

BlueDay returns with a winter-inspired version of their iconic track, Rider in the Storm. Step into a mesmerizing world where deep house and house music meet frosty, atmospheric elements to create a soundscape perfect for the colder months.
Feel the chill of winter storms through hypnotic beats, immersive melodies, and an energy that resonates with the season's magic. Whether you're by the fire or on the dance floor, this track will transport you. 

Rider in the Storm (Winter)

BlueDay Jok reimagines his iconic track The Honeybee in collaboration with L0w Battery, creating a deep house masterpiece. This version combines the poetic depth of the original lyrics with L0w Battery's signature bass-effect vocals, delivering a haunting and immersive experience.
With hypnotic beats and a dark, atmospheric vibe, this track is perfect for late-night listening or deep dancefloor moments. Let The Honeybee take you on a journey through sound and soul.

Lyrics : 

The Honeybee

(Verse 1) The honeybee spoke, said, "I don’t trust no crooked man, No greedy hand to pull my wings, to claim my land." She told me, "Look now, child, and see the broken crown, A king that heals, a shepherd bleeds, but no word gets around."
(Chorus) Welcome, honeybee, fly high and free, Through the dust, through the trees, through the bones of history. Welcome, honeybee, oh, light on my hand, Sing your tune for the lost and the damned.
(Verse 2) Sing low by the river, by the roses and the thorns, Where the preacher’s voice is hollow and the gambler’s oath is sworn. Oh, mercy’s in the garden, but the field is soaked in blood, And the wind hums a sorrow no whiskey can flood.
(Chorus) Welcome, honeybee, fly high and free, Through the dust, through the trees, through the bones of history. Welcome, honeybee, oh, light on my hand, Sing your tune for the lost and the damned.
(Bridge) I asked her, "Why do your soldiers bow and break? No lies, no schemes, no poison in their wake?" She said, "I don’t serve no hollow king, no beast in silver chains, The weight of gold will drown a man before the flood or flame."
(Outro) The king may heal, the shepherd’s torn, The preacher prays, the thief is born. But the whisper in the fields, the fire in the sky, Says the honeybee lives, though the wicked may die.

The Honeybee

"Des petits problèmes de célibataires", c’est une chanson qui explore avec poésie et sagesse les petites absurdités et les grandes vérités de la solitude. Entre des images abstraites et des métaphores inattendues, Maladonna nous emmène dans un univers où le vide devient une richesse, où les objets du quotidien prennent vie, et où chaque silence raconte une histoire. Une ode à l’amour de soi, à la liberté, et à cette étrange beauté qu’on trouve dans les moments de solitude.

 "Little Problems of Being Single" is a song that poetically and wisely explores the small absurdities and profound truths of solitude. Through abstract imagery and unexpected metaphors, Maladonna takes us into a world where emptiness becomes richness, where everyday objects come alive, and where every silence tells a story. This is an ode to self-love, freedom, and the strange beauty found in moments of solitude.

Lyrics: 

Des petits problèmes de célibataires

(Couplet 1)

Il y a une horloge qui tourne à l’envers,

Elle me dit : "Tout seul, le temps n’a pas d’air."

Je marche sur un fil tendu dans ma tête,

Un funambule qui danse, mais qui s’arrête.

Les murs me parlent en couleurs pastels,

Ils me racontent des histoires sans appel.

"Un cœur solitaire, c’est comme un vieux piano,

Il joue des notes, mais il manque un écho."

(Refrain)

Des petits problèmes de célibataires,

Ce sont des rêves qui flottent dans l’atmosphère.

Un puzzle de vie où il manque une pièce,

Mais parfois, le vide devient une richesse.

(Couplet 2)

J’ai un fauteuil qui grince comme un secret,

Il me murmure des choses que j’ai oubliées.

Un livre ouvert sur une page blanche,

Comme si l’histoire attendait qu’on la relance.

Je bois mon café dans une tasse ébréchée,

Elle me rappelle qu’on peut être beau même cassé.

Et quand la nuit tombe, je parle aux étoiles,

Elles brillent seules, mais elles forment une toile.

(Refrain)

Des petits problèmes de célibataires,

Ce sont des silences qui dansent dans la lumière.

Un chemin qu’on trace sans savoir où il va,

Mais chaque pas construit un bout de soi.

(Pont)

Être seul, c’est un art qu’on apprend doucement,

Comme plier un avion en papier dans le vent.

Parfois, il vole, parfois, il retombe,

Mais il porte toujours un morceau de mon monde.

Un célibataire, c’est un peintre sans modèle,

Il dessine des visages dans le ciel.

Et même si les nuages effacent ses traits,

Il sait que demain, il recommencera.

(Refrain)

Des petits problèmes de célibataires,

Ce sont des rêves qui flottent dans l’univers.

Un cœur qui bat, même sans compagnon,

Car l’amour commence par une vibration.

(Outro)

Alors je laisse l’horloge tourner à l’envers,

Je marche sur mon fil, libre dans l’air.

Et si un jour, une main rejoint la mienne,

Je saurai que le vide m’a appris à être plein.

Des petits problèmes de célibataires


"Echoes of a Myth" is a mesmerizing single that showcases the enchanting collaboration between Lotus Pastel and the acclaimed DJ and producer OldNEO. The song weaves together ethereal melodies and pulsating beats, creating a soundscape that transports listeners to a realm where dreams and reality intertwine. With lyrics penned by 3SR, the song explores themes of nostalgia, identity, and the timeless nature of myths, inviting audiences to reflect on their own stories and experiences.


Lyrics : 
"Echoes of a Myth"

We don’t believe in myths, yet we’re the tale,
A future’s legend, carved in the fragile veil.
The woman, a species of omni-appear,
She loves you, but will only miss herself in the mirror.
Jump! Believe me, dodge, leap, and dive,
Swim through the void your guides say can’t survive.
Dance like the flames, run like the breeze,
Flow like the water in time’s endless seas.
In you, the universe; through you, the dream,
By me, the words, let’s rise to the rooftop’s gleam.
Love yourself, love the rest, stay love,
Here, elsewhere, forever, beneath and above.
Speak when the voice is yours to ignite,
Say what matters, not just noise in the night.
Build your fortune, crush the remains,
Count the days, and celebrate what sustains.
Be born! Be reborn! Again and again,
Until you become what you’re meant to attain.

Echoes of a Myth (Feat. OldNEO)

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 warmer trance creeps in but don’t be fooled. The groove loops like a memory glitch, with echoes of 80s arcade dreams melting into distorted phonk patterns. Citrus-colored hallucination.

ORANGE

"Wicked Wind Called Aqisa" is a dark and hypnotic ritual disguised as a song. Bluday Jok summons ancient winds through pulsating beats and gritty textures, while MiraeBliss's voice weaves a haunting spell both ethereal and venomous.
Inspired by the mythical sorceress Aqisa, this track revives her legend through distorted whispers, tribal rhythms, and dreamlike synths. It’s a sonic exorcism the storm speaks, and it knows your name.
Aqisa is not just a ghost. She’s the wind, the envy, the echo behind the curtain.

Rider in the Storm (Winter)

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