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"Puisque les plus heureux ont des douleurs sans nombre,
Puisque le sol est froid, puisque les cieux sont lourds,
Puisque l’homme ici-bas promène son cœur sombre
Parmi les vains regrets et les courtes amours"
Louise Ackermann

Marches de Travers

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Studio ID - Vocals
Release Date: 2025-11-25
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► Lyrics ◄

The radio hums
A signal breaks
Whispers crawling through the static haze
Do you hear it too
Or is it just me
The hidden hands in the circuitry

Paranoid patterns
They're all around
Truth in the shadows
Lost and found
Paranoid patterns
They're pulling strings
The world’s a puppet
Hear it sing

The moon’s too bright
The stars don’t blink
Blueprints buried in the kitchen sink
Maps on the wall
They’re folding in
Every line connects where the lies begin

Do you feel it
The twist of fate
A coded message
It’s not too late

Paranoid patterns
They're all around
Truth in the shadows
Lost and found
Paranoid patterns
They're pulling strings
The world’s a puppet
Hear it sing

A voice in my ear
Says trust no one
The dots align
But the web’s not done
Is the sky falling
Or is it a screen
What’s real anymore
And what’s the machine

Paranoid Patterns

Serotonin

Fuzz0r

[Verse]
Born from the blood of our enemies
Fearless and burning with energy
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport
It's called the Kumite
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport!
It's called the Kumite
[Chorus]
You Fight to Survive!
Fight to survive
Fight to survive
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport
It's called the Kumite
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport!
It's called the Kumite
[Verse]
Stalkin' the shadows of our defeats
Fuel for the fire that sets us free
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport
It's called the Kumite
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport!
It's called the Kumite
[Chorus]
You Fight to Survive!
Fight to survive
Fight to survive
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport
It's called the Kumite
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport!
It's called the Kumite
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport
It's called the Kumite
For the love of the game
For the thrill of the Bloodsport!
It's called the Kumite!

BLOODSPORT

A.Y.O.B.A.I - Three Ayy.M(Original Mix)

Synth Pop



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Another note today too
Another argument today too…
I'll try to change my attitude
I'll learn to communicate more

What are you waiting for to grow up, girl?
Isn't it time now?

We've placed so much hope in you,
I understand well that you're the one who starts the dance
But, remember,
You always have a limit you have to respect...

I should behave like my grandfather
who left me perplexed as a child
by denying me access to music
for my behavior
and from that day on I began to complain.

We've placed so much hope in you,
I understand well that you're the one who starts the dance
But, remember,
don't cross the limit you have to respect...

It's okay that times have changed,
that distractions are many
and companions are damaged,
but you, give it your all and you'll see
what satisfaction you'll have.

What are you waiting for to grow up, girl?
Isn't the time now?

We've placed so much hope in you,
yes, you're always the one who starts the dance...
Now you know and remember,
that you really mustn't cross that limit.

Don't worry... come on...
you can do it...


Restless.mp3

The Winter’s Ghost Of Christmas Time

(FR) Pour ceux qui ont besoin de se ressourcer… une relaxation dans le style Aterion😊✨  Un souffle électronique qui berce l’instant et suspend le temps. Morceau de relaxation pure pour laisser place à l’écoute de son silence intérieur. 🎧Fonctionne en boucle

(EN) For those who need to recharge... a relaxation piece in the Aterion style 😊✨
An electronic breath that cradles the moment and suspends time.
A pure relaxation track inviting deep inner listening.
🎧Designed to work on loop.

Relaxation 4

♤● 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."

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