Re-Ex Top 85

underground experimental

Re-Ex jan-25 #3

Ladat’s Support Jan’25 vol.2

Re-Ex Sound 78

beat and vocals by traintrax engineered by traintrax

Witch Hunt (traintrax on vocals and the piano)

" KANGAROO COURT "

I was better off not knowing I'm not going somewhere

growing

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TURTLE DNB PROJECT - Autumn Fall

Here for You

Longing

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Deep House | Deep7s - You Say

Not all things fade by nature. Some are made to disappear.

Evanescent Frequency mirrors a world where decay is no longer organic but imposed, where lifespans—of objects, ideas, and even sound—are carefully engineered to be short-lived. In nature, resonance lingers, and silence comes gradually. But in an age of programmed obsolescence, disappearance is manufactured, ensuring that what was once essential is discarded before its time.

The music unfolds in this same manufactured cycle. It begins with fragments—small pulses of energy, scattered textures that gradually coalesce, gaining complexity and momentum. Harmonies expand, orchestration thickens, and layers accumulate, reflecting the illusion of permanence and progress.

At its peak, the structure begins to dissolve. But this is not destruction—it is an unraveling, an enforced stillness that overtakes what was once vibrant. The density of sound fades into weightlessness, harmonies drift apart, and resonance becomes ghostly, as if the music itself is slipping away into the unreachable. The frequencies do not end abruptly but instead dissolve into an ethereal quiet, mirroring the way things vanish from use yet never fully disappear.

Evanescent Frequency is a meditation on impermanence, on the forces that decide what is allowed to endure and what is designed to be forgotten. It asks us to listen—to what fades, to what remains, and to the silence left behind.

Evanescent Frequency for Orchestra (BBC Symphony Orchestra Virtual Library_Pre-Release)

Lyrics

Red light, yellow light, green light
Red light, yellow light, green light
Should’ve paid attention to the warning signs
I was blinded by the streetlights

Babe, if you don’t think you can stay
Would you carry my heart away
Looking up at the moon
Gotcha dancing like a loon
Been running in circles around
A situation bringing you down
Just as it was prophesied
Deja vu of another kind
With nowhere to return to at night
It’s a wonder that you survived
But I can see your shadow
Oh I can see your shadow
Unlike before, it’s like I was blind
The shining light did damage to my eyes
Rummage through the darkness
Stomaching the pain
Gaslit misperceptions give me words to sing
Give me words to sing
Give me words to sing

Red light, yellow light, green light
Red light, yellow light, green light
Should’ve paid attention to the warning signs
I was blinded by the streetlights

streetlights

Blade

In dusty fields and backwoods bars
Songs traveled far, under moonlit stars
No name, no claim, just hands and strings
Roots whispered low where the river sings

Passed down lines, a little twist
Every voice left a subtle mist

Then came the amps and the copper wire
Old blues wrapped in lil' electric fire
Six-string thunder, claims were staked
Roots wore new boots, but the ground still quaked

Was it theirs, or fleeting glances?
New riffs swinging on borrowed branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Now modern minds, they mix and match
Splicing tunes with a nervous scratch
One note close, and the gavel drops
Branches snap and the music stops

When did we fence off the songbird's flight?
Ain't every melody born of night?

And then came the AI, spinning the thread
Patterns woven from the songs long dead
Just a mirror of the paths we’ve walked
Echoes talking where echoes talked

Wires and circuits reveal new dances
The same old tune on brand-new branches

How is this different? Tell me who decides
When echoes ride the winds of time
Call it yours, call it chances
We all stand on these roots and branches

Don’t stop the beat, don’t break the line
The rhythm flows through roots and time
From roots to branches, bold and free
Just how we like it-let it be

Roots And Branches

Storm Whispers

Time Pilots

ETA Earth

All music by me, except "Maybe" by Whitney Porter and Me.

Special thanks to Kahlan Davis, John Moreland, Whitney Porter, and Toxic Bros.

Vampyre

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🥊BLANE BENT • FALCON PUNCH🦅

🎹Prod. By @frgtn✨

🎙️Engineered By @dbrownsounds🏟️

🖼️ Artwork By @getdesignshere💍

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🥊Blane Bent - FALCON PUNCH🦅

My new track 'Blue Without You' is a Drum & Bass track.

I hope you like it.
Thx for the support.

Blue Without You

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in my head - demo late night - ( ALBUM DISPO )

All music by me

Special Thanks to Kahlan Davis and the Toxic Bros.

Cover by andsproject (Pixabay)

Harakiri 2025

Sun Spot

SunSpots

IM BACK. FOLLOW MY IG @MRLOWLYFE
NON PROFIT USE
MIXED ALL MYSELF 💯

MRLOWLYFE - 3 AM SHORTY FREESTYLE!!! (PROD BY. VINOGRADOV)

Life in constant motion
Not a chance to unwind
We Bury all emotion
Stay focused and aligned
This Life it moves so fast
And It’s a relentless race
But I can’t forget the magic
Of that old familiar place

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

Holding on to moments 
Like precious grains of sand
Life in the hourglass
Is slipping through our hands
Faces disappearing 
into the flow of time
Never understanding that 
We were living in our prime

They say you should never look back
But I can’t forget the good times

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 
Feels so long ago

And as the years press on
And the grievances grow
So much resentment from
A thousand years ago
All that has been forgotten 
And all you bet remains
Are the precious memories
Of my most cherished days

I remember good good good good times
I remember good times 

Remember the good times
It’s what makes life worth while
These times will make you smile
And keep your heart alive

Remember Good Times

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

There’s a place where the mountains sigh,
Where the rivers hum and the stars won’t die.
Dreams and memories blend as one,
Under skies that burn with an endless sun.

The wind carries songs of a life I’ve known,
Through fields I’ve sown and a love I’ve grown.
Every step I’ve taken, every path I’ve roamed,
Has led me here, to this place I call home.

A perfect world, where the wild runs free,
Built from the threads of my history.
No shadows fall, no storms arise,
Just endless skies where my heaven lies.

There’s a woman’s laugh in the summer air,
Her touch as light as the morning’s prayer.
Good horses graze where the meadows gleam,
And the peace I’ve found feels just like a dream.

A perfect world, where the wild runs free,
Built from the threads of my history.
No shadows fall, no storms arise,
Just endless skies where my heaven lies.

Time doesn’t matter; it drifts away,
Here, every sunrise feels like it stays.
Death had no fangs, it was soft and kind,
And it carried me here, where the stars align.

A perfect world, where the wild runs free,
Built from the threads of my history.
No shadows fall, no storms arise,
Just endless skies where my heaven lies.

If you wonder where I’ve gone to stay,
Follow the light at the break of day.
In the fields and skies where the wild runs high,
You’ll find me there, where my heaven lies.

Harakiri 2025

Benjamin Nix