A.Y.O.B.A.I. - Colfax Crawler(Original Mix)

THIS DEF IS A TRIP ! I HAVE BEEN WATCHING ALL THE JOHN WICK MOVIES, A LOT, AGAIN, LATELY ... AHAHAAAW! MUCH LOVE TO Y'ALL FROM SOUTHEAST TEXAS! XOXOXO!

KRAE- 'CUT THEM OFF' - KENNA-RAE PRODUCTION 4-25-2025--11-19-2025 12121

𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕪 𝕄𝕖 𝕆𝕟 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕕 (ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣)

L'hiver qui vient ne fait qu'annoncer les suivants.
s'il y en a eu un, alors il y en aura d'autres,
et même quand on sait que le Soleil ne nous oubliera pas,
lui aussi est bien là pour nous rythmer le froid,
et il va lui en falloir des apôtres,
pour nous distribuer leurs gants...

Morne plaine

Street line : liberté d'expression

liberté d'expression

Street line : Liberté d'Expressions

« No kings (Professional liar) » is a brand new electro-pop track, rather joyful and danceable. The lyrics echo the recent massive protests in the United States...

No kings (professional liar)

      I wrote this song about 25 years ago but I dusted it off and gave it an ultra-funky remix back in 2022. Can you dig it? Santa's a little lonely without Mrs. Claus giving him some sugar but I know he'll somehow funk his way through it! Cheers!

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/6UlkKGv2Rec

     I had a fabulous time putting the video together and threw in a wicked guitar lead in there as well! There is nothing like watching Santa get down, right? So Ho, Ho, Holy Moly! Get ready to get Jingly with it and get down with Mr. Jelly Belly this year!! I think that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year but without that special someone in your life it could become just another day but let's not let that happen, please! Have a very Merry Funky Christmas everybody and have a safe & Happy New Year too! 🎅🧑🏻‍🎄🤶☃️👀💝💝💝

“CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU”

CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY OF THE YEAR WITHOUT YOU,
SANTA'S JUST ANOTHER MAN WITH A BEARD WITHOUT YOU,
AND THE OLD CHRISTMAS TREE, DOESN'T LOOK THE SAME TO ME,
AND ALL THE YULE-TIDE SONGS NOW SOUND A BIT OFF KEY,

CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY OF THE YEAR,
SINCE YOU LEFT ME,
THE SPIRIT OF THE HOLIDAY IS UNCLEAR, SINCE YOU LEFT ME, 
EVERY GOOD GIRL AND BOY,
MAY BE FILLED WITH CHRISTMAS JOY,
BUT CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY OF THE YEAR,
SINCE YOU LEFT ME, SINCE YOU LEFT ME BABY,

CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY OF THE YEAR,
SINCE YOU'VE GONE,
THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF ALL MAKES ME CRY,
SINCE YOU'VE GONE,
RUDOLPH'S NOSE MAY SHINE BRIGHT, 
IN FRONT OF SANTA'S SLEIGH TONIGHT,
AND THE SNOW MAY BE FALLING,
BUT SOMEHOW IT DON'T SEEM RIGHT,

CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR ME TO MISS YOU,
JUST ANOTHER DAY I WON'T GET TO SEE OR KISS YOU,
TILL SANTA BRINGS YOU BACK TO ME, 
AND PUTS YOU UNDER MY CHRISTMAS TREE,
CHRISTMAS WILL BE JUST ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU,
WITHOUT YOU BABY, WITHOUT YOU, WITHOUT YOU BABY.

BY JIM VALDES © 1999 / 2022

"CHRISTMAS IS JUST ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT YOU" (Video -https://youtu.be/6UlkKGv2Rec)

eyes lost in the rain:


Ahh... it's raining inside me again,
Every drop a knife since you left...
Midnight streets empty, my footsteps echo alone,
Your ghost in my eyes, a faded, broken silhouette.
I hold the emptiness like your hands were still warm,
But cold wind slaps my face, shattering my hope.
I remember that smile, now it flows like poison in my veins,
Your words turned to blades, cut the hope, left wounds inside.
I don't cry outward, my tears flooded inward,
Every breath burns my lungs, this life without you is cruel.
Loneliness wraps around me, melancholy overdose,
My heartbeat slowed, like I'm slow-dancing with death.
I got lost in the rain, everywhere dark without your eyes,
This city cold without you, storm inside me, silent sorrow outside.
Melancholy hugs me tight, this pain won't let me go,
My love who left won't return, I know, but I'm still waiting maybe...
Ahh... overdose of sorrow, overdose of loneliness...
Looking at old photos, we smile like it was fake,
Now those moments are residue in my brain, a painful scar.
Friends ask "How are you?", I lie "I'm fine",
But at night I talk to the devil, begging "Let it end".
My dreams became fugitives, happiness lost far away,
Were the days with you a dream, or is this ending a nightmare?
A volcano erupts silently inside, smoke rising to the sky,
Is this what love is, tearing apart and walking away.
Maybe this beat will play at my grave, my words become the tombstone,
Every second without you, worse than death's peace.
I got lost in the rain, everywhere dark without your eyes,
This city cold without you, storm inside me, silent sorrow outside.
Melancholy hugs me tight, this pain won't let me go,
My love who left won't return, I know, but I'm still waiting maybe...
Ahh... overdose of sorrow, overdose of loneliness...
Maybe one day the rain will stop, maybe you'll come back...
But I know, this melancholy is forever with me...
Yeah...

Leon Lee, regards baby

eyes lost in the rain

Chris Isaak - Wicked Game (R080TMAN1AC Remix).wav

Live Every Moment

Jon Kinesis - He Goes, She Goes(Club Mix)

♤● A.Y.O.B.A.I ○♧

Starring The Beautiful Talented Trio:

Nova Knight I. 《¿》

Destiny Bass II. 《♡》

Amiie Dark III. 《☆》

"ETERNAL FREQUENCY"

ACT I – QUEENS ON THE DECKS

A.Y.O.B.A.I — 3 Women who turn nightlife into Cosmic Ritual.

Nova Knight – The leader. A poetic fierce Latina DJ that brings the crowd together with her Filthy Underground sound. Her sets are pure emotion sculpted into light in the night as the crowd dances till 6 in the morning.

Destiny Bass – A mysterious Korean female Vocalist & DJ. She is mysterious with her Heavy Dark House Metal set in the Denver nightlife scene.

Amiie Dark – A British goddess who blends Underground Electric Minimal Melbourne House sets in the packed shows every night.

Every night, they electrify cities — from Denver rooftops to Melbourne warehouses. The crowds don’t just dance; they ascend. Lights pulse like galaxies, and for a few hours, everyone forgets who they are.

They call their world tour “The Ascension.” And it’s not just music — It’s Audio Alchemy.

ACT II – THE NIGHT THAT NEVER ENDS

In L.A, their biggest show yet. The stage floats over a sea of neon bodies, fog rolling like cosmic mist. The bass hits 120 decibels — it shakes hearts, bones, even the walls of reality.

During the final mix — “3Sixxx9” — Nova feels something strange. The lights stutter. The visuals twist into infinite spirals. The crowd blurs into silhouettes of energy, not people.

Aiime glances at her — her eyes glowing with a fractal reflection. Destiny's hands move like liquid metal over the turntables.

Then — boom. A white flash.
The music cuts.

When Nova blinks, the crowd is gone.
The lights are dim.
And her friends — Destiny and Aiime — have vanished— 

ACT III – THE AFTERECHO

Nova stumbles off the stage.
“Hello?!” she screams into the empty club.

Echoes answer — warped versions of her own voice.
The speakers hum with a low tone, like the Earth itself breathing.

She looks down — her hands flicker, glitching.
Was this real?
Was it the acid trip they all took before the show?
Did she slip into a permatrip — her mind looping inside a hallucination?

Flashes of memory assault her:

A hospital light.

Monitors beeping.

Her body motionless on a bed.

Someone whispering, “She’s not waking up…”

Nova gasps. “Am I… dead?”

She runs through the corridors of the club — but each door opens into another version of the same room. The DJ booth. The lights. The silence.

ACT IV – DIMENSIONS IN SOUND

Every time she plays a new track, reality shifts.
When she drops a beat, stars form around her.
When she scratches the vinyl, galaxies tear open.

She realizes the club has become a cosmic nexus, built from her mind — and the music is the only thing holding it together.

She sees ghostly silhouettes of Aiime and Destiny in the lights — flickering like echoes of past frequencies.
Their voices whisper through reverb:

> “You never came back, Nova. We’re still waiting. Play the last song.”

ACT V – THE FINAL TRACK

With trembling hands, Nova loads her last record — one she doesn’t remember creating.

It’s titled: “Can't Hear You Scream.”

As it spins, the sound grows unbearable — a mix of her heartbeat and the universe collapsing.

Reality peels away.
Flashes of hospital machines.
Crowds screaming.
News headlines:

> “Two DJs Missing After Festival Explosion.”
“Nova Knight is in Critical Condition.”

A tear runs down her cheek.
“Was it all just… a dream?”

A faint voice answers —
“Dreams are just other frequencies, Nova.”

The lights fade into white.

In a hospital bed, Nova’s eyes flutter. Machines beep steadily.
Doctors rush in, she says.

“Turn it up Three SIx Nine…”

Then, a faint beat begins on the heart monitor. She rips the ivy out of her arm and then sits up, and just as she is about to run, 2 guys walk into the emergency room and introduce themselves as 

CROOKLYN 369

They tell her to get ready she is scheduled to headline in Vegas in 6hrs. 

She says to them.

“If this is a dream… don’t wake me up."

A.Y.O.B.A.I. - Colfax Crawler(Original Mix)

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