Your Love Is a Fever” burns under the skin — wild, untamed, and impossible to resist.
It’s the kind of love that takes over your mind, blurs reality, and leaves you craving more.
A dangerous addiction. A sweet madness. A fever that no cure can heal.

Fever

Glass Saint (Flawless and Fake Mix)

When We Were Light by Star System Legal

Before the breath, before the name,
Before the birth of time or flame,
We drifted close, then slipped apart,
No sky to meet, no skin, no heart.

You moved and I became the sound,
I turned and you were all around.
A hush so vast, a pull so slight,
We knew each other... 

When we were light.

We're not held,
We simply stayed.
Two souls unbound, yet unafraid.
Not drawn by force, nor ruled by fate,
But by a truth too small for weight.

We didn’t speak, we didn’t try,
We shimmered soft, you and I.
A love so deep it had no name,
Two stars, one flame.

No tether then, no world to name,
Just velvet silence, just the same.
The way the ocean knows the shore,
The way a pulse forgets the war.

We circled nothing, wide and slow,
A dance no time would ever know.
Still touching, even in the flight,
Still whole, still us… 

When we were light.

We were not bound,
We simply knew.
What one became, the other too.
No shadow cast, no edges drawn,
Just morning stretched across the dawn.

No loss, no fear, no need to fight,
We loved like stars who never night.
No wound to tend, no wish to write,
Just pure becoming… 

When we were light.

And maybe now, in skin and bone,
We echo what we’ve always known.
Each gaze, each ache, each tethered flight,
Is just a path back to that light.

So if you find me in the dark,
A trembling voice, a shattered spark,
Remember not the war or night,
But who we were…

When we were light.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

When We Were Light

This isn’t a song — it’s a collapse dressed in melody.
Monologue is Kael Vanté’s most vulnerable performance to date: a cinematic pop breakdown stitched with Latin soul, trembling falsettos, and whispered confessions.

Written in both English and Spanish, the track blurs the line between performance and truth, letting Kael spiral in real time — from staged smiles to raw, voice-cracking honesty.
No chorus can contain it. No spotlight can save it. This is the sound of being seen too late.

No encore. Just echoes.
Kael Vanté.

Monologue

This isn’t a conspiracy, it’s clarity. The Head of the Beast is a razor-sharp anthem for anyone who’s looked around and felt deep in their gut that something’s not right. With a steady pulse of grit, truth, and defiance, this song calls out the system hiding in plain sight—where power smiles, lies sell hope, and people bow without even realizing it.

It’s not about ancient prophecy, it’s about now.
It’s not about fear—it’s about waking up.
Because once you see it… you can’t unsee it.

This is the moment to stand. This is the sound of those who won’t bow.

The Head of the Beast

“Sweat and Glitter” drips with smooth R&B grooves, sensual vocals, and a beat that moves between the bedroom and the dance floor. This track is all heat, shimmer, and late-night energy — a celebration of desire, connection, and that irresistible glow.

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Sweat and Glitter

Trust The Science by Harmony Bubble

You pace the lab with measured grace,
Dismiss the prayer behind your face.
The chalkboard blooms with stars and schemes,
But still you wake with restless dreams.

You call it chance, you call it law,
But deep inside, you’re gripped with awe.
What stirs the voice behind the flame?
Dares you closer, calls your name?

You wear your doubt like armor tight,
But chase the dark to find the light.
You won’t say “God,” you need no shrine,

Yet every step is more divine.
You chart the void, dissect the seas,
Still reaching for what no eye sees.

You’ve watched the atom split apart,
Heard gravity collapse a star.
You’ve named the pulse in every string,
But not the hand that makes them sing.

If truth alone is what you crave,
Then follow it beyond the grave.
Beyond the edge of time and breath,
There waits the love you’ve never met.

You wear your doubt like armor tight,
But chase the dark to find the light.
You won’t say “God,” you need no creed,

Yet still you chase this inner need.
The source behind your fiercest plea,
The silence humming, “Come to me.”

You think belief’s a simple stance,
But what is faith if not advanced?
To face the vast, and see unknown,
God's everywhere, data has shown.

You won’t say “God,” but you believe,
In something no machine can weave.
You search, you break, you build, you burn,
And still you ache for one return.
But closer still you find a chart,
A portal opens in your heart.
You’re not so far from those who pray,
Trust the science!

And look His way.

Amen.


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group.  All rights reserved.

Trust The Science

Being Dumb - BDUM - V4 - male version

Filthy rich 

[Chorus] Ooh, he said he holy… But I caught him in the back with the rollie… Now he prayin' on me lowkey… Guess I’m the new religion, baby, hold me…
[Verse 1] He said he loyal, but he lyin’ in silk sheets Preachin’ like a saint while he slidin' in the DMs Credit card flexin’, got a cross on his neck But he only on his knees when he tryna get that check
Mmh, daddy got desires, But he sweatin’ through the choir Got a wife and a plan, but a hand in the fire Now he beggin’ for the taste, sayin’ “Please, Miss Messiah” But I ain't no savior, baby—I’m the supplier
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Sayin' all his prayers while he flirtin' Got his halo slippin’ in the bourbon Yeah, I see the truth behind the curtain
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Verse 2] I’m the main event, not the side dish He throw bands, but I’m icy, I don’t flinch Told him “kneel, but don’t preach”—this a pulpit And I bless him like it’s Sunday when I do splits
He like a choirboy gone rogue in the Benz Sayin’ “Hallelujah” every time it descends I’m the book he don’t read, but he sin through the lens Tryna turn a good girl into one of his trends
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Textin’ under tables while he thirty Smellin’ like regret and McFlurry Talkin’ ‘bout God but he thirsty
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Bridge] Don’t pretend you pure when you bite like a beast Don’t wear no crown when you come off the leash Preach all you want, I know you need release You like your saints in stilettos and heat
[Chorus] Yeah, he wanna get filthy rich (rich!) Sayin’ all the right lies with a twist Diamond cross, but his morals don’t match Yeah, he kneels but he worships the snatch (hah!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Sippin’ on sin like a twenty-year whiskey He prays, but it’s me he commits to Yeah, he holy… but he love it when I hit too
[Outro] Mmm… filthy.
Glitter on the cross, gloss on my kiss,
Talks like a saint but he moves like a risk.
Tried to confess—
But I like it like this.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Filthy rich (Feat. AYA)

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“Voicemail From the Past” is a moody, late-night ride through heartache, memory, and unanswered messages. Each track feels like a moment caught between saying too much and hearing nothing at all. From 4AM confessions to ghosted calls, this album captures the raw, unfiltered emotions of being left on read and left behind.

Perfect for late-night drives, heartbreak recovery, or when you just want to feel something.

You Don’t Text Back Anymore

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

Sweat and Glitter

Astrul

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