lemme double check
asshole mode full effect 
wont let you move at my expense
if i was in a tent
wouldnt have time for that shit
like a captain swabbin the deck
i dont like wasting my breathe
cuz the big boss i respect
spirit locked as a man
whats with ryan i object
i just vibe for the heck
spirit guided im blessed
say if you believe then you can
so theres no reason to fret
its a instinct
cant be gettin lost on what they think
they just hella soft and they fake deep

dam then homie whats yo plan march til they all tuned in
no flu flam hit em with the one two bam
im elite so they cant change him
hol up 

lemme do some slower shit
i just might take over shit
bye bye i dont owe ya shit
uh huh yea you know it  bitch

lets switch it up ! 
ha ha

this what i call verbal exercise
powered up that booty got mesmerized
what we gotta do to connect the dots
she gon make sum shake imma eat some fries
pretty smile pretty face thats kryptonite
so yuh neck and yuh waist imma grip tonight
til we blue in the face like a crip oh my
just cuz blood rushing
my heart dont beat its krumping
yall on my meat disgustin
hop off fore i just buss in (pause)
and eat yo food like bruhman
use the law of assumption
which means im probably russian
cold as ice work i poot in
me oh my such a nuisance 
go stupid 

bounce with me real quick
i just flipped the killswitch
everything i deal with
gotta be the realest
fuck all yo feelins
fuck all yo feelins
 
in it for the fun thats the main theme
nothing in this motherfuckin world worth chasing
need a couple M’s in the savings
so when im old i afford all the beijing
plus the homie never been to beijing
that be kind of cool to go beijing
half man half amazing
i cant even tell if youre hating or youre glazing
if you think about it its the same thing
either way around it yo attentions gonna pay me

so fuck that what chu talking about
westside til i muhfuckin die
in a nutshell it get crazy outside

lets switch it up (watch freestyle)

A terrible storm hits Miami, told from 8 different perspectives

The Change of Seasons

The Scene Comes Alive

License/Purchase

The Scene Comes Alive (The Change of Seasons Track 7)

In Toronto there is a Faculty of Music. Mabe thats why Jazz came from Troronto

Omar s. Featuring Omar s.
K15 - Brighter
Rick Wade- Detroit Noir 
Orlando Voorn- Black Soil
Damiano von Eckert- Moons
DJ Merci- Smack that
Solid Gold Playas- minds beneath atlantis
Meschi - Rural transmission
Sonic athmospheres- inversision
Solid Gold Playas- shhh… quiet
Special interest- on you
Robby Masi Titti Twisted
Rue Saint Bernard
Kevin Yost

Roadtrip from Detroit over Pittsburgh to Toronto

Dangerous

RUNKØUT - DJ Set Mix [Indie Dance]

"Sorry, World" is a post-punk/new wave lament and reckoning—a global apology to the Earth itself. The lyrics reflect on humanity’s exploitation of nature, commercialization of truth, and erasure of original beauty. From ruined ecosystems to digital illusions, the verses describe a world in collapse. Five instrumental sections reinforce emotional chapters like destruction, memory, and resistance. The chorus repeats a sorrowful admission of guilt, while the bridge outlines humanity’s systemic failures. Ultimately, the song ends not with redemption, but with the echo of regret—“We’re sorry... we’re sorry...” fading into silence.

Lyrics:
🎵 Song Title: "Sorry, World"

(Post-Punk / New Wave – episch erweitert mit 5 Instrumentalteilen)


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[Intro – low analog synth swell, tribal drums in distant echo]
[Delay guitar scratches, cold bass groove kicks in slow and steady]


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[Verse 1]
I saw your bones beneath the mall
Your forests paved with glass and steel
The silence roars behind each wall
While we deny the things we feel
We sold your rivers, burned your skies
And drew new lines across your skin
We smiled while listening to your cries
Then covered them with plastic sin


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[Verse 2]
You spoke in waves and warned in rain
But we just carved your voice in stone
Cut through your roots to build our gain
And called your beauty ours alone
You flicker now on every screen
A branded echo dressed in light
We fake remorse in coded sheen
While turning truth to scripted lies


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[Chorus]
Sorry, world, for the lies we made
We watched you break and looked away
We paved your soul in shallow trade
And prayed while pushing you astray
We drained your light with silent hands
And sang while forests fell to dust
We crowned our greed with hollow brands
And turned your stars to fading rust


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[Instrumental 1 – “Collapse”]
[Heavy toms, descending bassline, analog noise swells. Guitar feedback weaves with slow-motion synths. Like a world folding in.]


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[Verse 3]
I see your tears in desert storms
Where oceans once could breathe and kiss
We dress your wounds in newer forms
Then market loss as hope and bliss
We climb your bones to reach our pride
And frame your pain in glossy words
But deep beneath the glass and tide
Your aching voice can still be heard


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[Instrumental 2 – “Memory”]
[Ethereal strings sampled into synths, with looping rhythmic motifs. Ghost-like melodies emerge, vanish, reappear.]


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[Verse 4]
We wear your name like morning flair
Then cast it off by evening's close
We steal your breath and call it care
While sinking roots where nothing grows
You’re not a dream, nor fading lore
You’re not a myth we can replace
You're bleeding now forevermore
Beneath our boots and empty grace


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[Instrumental 3 – “Resistance”]
[Mechanical beat sets in. Aggressive bass riff, arpeggiated synths swirl like rising flames. Feels like uprising.]


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[Bridge]
We mapped your soul, we marked the land
We took your pulse with poisoned hand
We sold your light for flashing screens
Then slept beneath synthetic dreams


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[Instrumental 4 – “Ashes”]
[Minimalist. Faint electric piano, low drones, distant thunder samples. Echoes of loss, stillness after fire.]


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[Chorus – Reprise]
Sorry, world, for the names we stole
For every scar and every hole
We crowned our waste with songs and signs
And called your fall a grand design
We sang your grace through static shells
And danced inside your warning bells
Now all that's left beneath the sky
Is one last chance to say goodbye


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[Instrumental 5 – “Final Pulse”]
[Slow crescendo: kick drum heartbeat, mournful synth leads, harmonics flicker like distant stars. Fades into cold silence.]


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[Interlude – ambient noise floor with crackling vinyl static and whisper wind]


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[Outro – whispered loop, fading]
We’re sorry... we’re sorry... we’re... sorry...


Sorry, World

🎧 “City of Dreams”
This one’s for the dreamers stuck in the work or studies grind but still hearing their own rhythm. City of Dreams is about walking through the noise of work, school, deadlines—and still finding your purpose in the middle of it all.
Whether you’re commuting, studying late, or just thinking about what’s next, this track reminds you:
👉 You’re not just playing the game—you’re writing your own lines.

For fans of: Lauv, LÉON, Jon Bellion, Billie Eilish (chill side), H.E.R.
Genre: Indie Pop / Dream Pop / Chill Electro

Hit play. Find your beat. This city moves with you. 🌆🎶

Verse
Morning light, another day calls, stepping in line but standing tall. Suits and ties, but we’ve got our own beat, marching to the rhythm of the city streets.

Pre-Chorus
We play the game, but we write our lines, finding freedom in the words we say. In the rush of the day, we find our song, a quiet strength that keeps us strong.

Chorus
Chime up, get down, in this city of dreams, we wear the crown. Between the lines of the nine-to-five, we find the beat that keeps us alive.

Verse 2
Clock hands spin, but we don't lose sight, of the dreams we chase in the quiet of night. In every email, in every call, there's a piece of us breaking through the walls.

Pre-Chorus
We ride the wave, but we steer our way, finding freedom in the words we say. In the rush of the day, we find our song, a quiet strength that keeps us strong.

Chorus
Chime up, get down, in this city of dreams, we wear the crown. Between the lines of the nine-to-five, we find the beat that keeps us alive.

Bridge
"n the quiet moments, when the lights are low, we find the reasons, the seeds we sow. Every step we take, every dream we chase, it’s the heart we bring that lights up the space.

Chorus
Chime up, get down, in this city of dreams, we wear the crown. Between the lines of the nine-to-five, we find the beat that keeps us alive.

I Still See You In My Dreams

Pistash