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Track name: Waltz of Mephistopheles
Music by Michael Herter
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- Well now, who are you then?
- Part of that force that always wills the
evil and always produces the good.

Waltz of Mephistopheles – orchestral classical romantic music.

Music speaks of Good and Evil, of Love and Hate, of Retribution and Forgiveness, remembering Goethe's "Faust".

In my portfolio you will find not only the full version of this piece, but also three alternative versions (No Intro, No Vinyl) and three short versions.

g-moll; 3/4; 150 bpm

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Waltz of Mephistopheles

Waltz Of Mephistopheles

Breathe is a meditative musical track inviting the listener to slow down and take a breath. This track is invitation to slow down and remember that you are divine, that you deserve to slow down and take a breath. May this track aid you in integrating whatever is coming up for you in your life journey.

Breathe

Envolée pianistique qui part à vau-l’eau, pas très juste mais toujours plus qu’un garde des sceaux

Harpony

Raindrops

Recorded live in Ubud during a tropical downpour, this set is a fusion of Afro Bass, Jackin Tech House, tribal EDM, and ecstatic dancefloor energy.

Unreleased tracks, tropical grooves, massive drops — it’s a sonic storm built to move bodies and ignite spirits. When the rain falls, the beat rises. 🌍🔥

Lose yourself in a global bass journey from the jungle to the cosmos.

🧨 Full Tracklist

Oscar Reed & EXUBERANCE – Be Somebody

Khenya – Here Comes The Sun

EXUBERANCE – Pangea in Ubud

Joezi & Rbør – Isoma (Extended)

Msaki – Tomorrow Silver (Ft. Sun-El Musician)

EXUBERANCE & Nick B – Jump to the Beat

Omah Lay – soso (JOSEPH Remix)

EXUBERANCE – Africa Rains Bass

Maesic & Marshall Jefferson – Life Is Simple (Move Your Body) feat. Salomé Das (Helix Visualizer)

Sudamérica – Extended Mix

Safar feat. Dikla Hackmon – Hoshiana (Original Mix)

Dan Tanev – Mumbai (Original Mix)

Calabria (Original Mix) – BDT (KZ) / SB (KZ) / AFROKHIN

EXUBERANCE – Adelaide to Africa

SCHEINY & TheGoddessMusic – Ain't Nobody

Tensnake feat. Fiora – Automatic (The Aston Shuffle Extended Remix)

Motez ft. Tkay Maidza – Down Like This (Dom Dolla Remix)

Zeds Dead – One Three Nine (ft. Scrufizzer)

Mr. Belt & Wezol – It's Not Right (But It’s Ok) [Extended Mix]

EXUBERANCE – Jackin in Ubud (WIP)

Curtis Mayfield – Move On Up (Murphy's Law, Harry Unsworth & Sam Curran Remix)

EXUBERANCE – Dale Ubud (WIP)

Local Singles – Front Row People (Radio Mix)

David Puentez & Albert Neve – Superstar (VIP Extended Version)

PSA (Extended Mix) – MAKJ, Luis Torres

Teddy Swims – Lose Control (Tiësto Extended Remix)

Walker & Royce, Glass Petals, Elohim – Stop Time (Extended Mix)

Daft Punk – One More Time (Pickle Club Edit)

ZHU – Faded (Blacklizt Version) (HNTR Extended Remix)

Sean Paul – Get Busy (Odd Mob Extended Club Mix)

Tango 

Armin Van Buuren & Vini Vici – Great Spirit (Droplex & Strong R. Bootleg)

Skrillex, Porter Robinson, & Bibi Bourelly – Still Here (with the ones that I came with)

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Rain Rave in Ubud 🌧🔥 | Ecstatic Afro Bass x Jackin Tech House Jungle Set

Empire of Wheat

https://on.soundcloud.com/bIDFUGYEDcLZr2btI1 by VickStiX @vicky-adair

This song is my future self at ninety, speaking back to my present self. It’s raw, intimate, and soft-spoken — like a truth only time can reveal. Where "Don’t Be Me" (on.soundcloud.com/HDgZa4Mt4Sy1GVqfg) was my plea to the five-year-old me to hold on to her fire, "Voice at Ninety" is the continuation — the perspective of a woman who has lived it all, looking back with clarity and love. It’s about recognizing that even as the body ages, the spirit doesn’t fade, and the fire inside still burns. It’s a reminder not to save your song for another day, not to fold or disappear, but to live fully and love fiercely for as long as body and mind allow. This isn’t just advice to myself — it’s a message for anyone who has ever wondered what really matters when the years catch up: love, truth, and the courage to keep your voice alive. @vicky-adair

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Hey stubborn woman, hands still scarred,
You’ve carried battles, you’ve walked through dark.
But don’t let silence steal your fire,
Don’t bury truth beneath desire.

[Pre-Chorus]
The mirror may crack, but your spirit won’t break,
Every scar on your skin is the proof you create.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Verse 2]
You held your tongue when you should’ve screamed,
You gave your time to the wrong damn dream.
Don’t let regret chain up your feet,
Forgive yourself and claim your seat.

[Pre-Chorus]
The body gets weak, but the fire won’t die,
I’m proof you can roar when the night runs dry.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Verse 3]
At ninety I smile at the woman you are,
Bruised but burning, you’ve come so far.
Don’t chase the ghosts, don’t fear the fall,
You’ll find your wings when you give it all.

[Bridge]
Write your rage on the sky, let your stories bleed,
Every loss was a fire, every wound a seed.
And I wouldn’t trade the pain I’ve known,
It carved the voice that’s all your own.

[Chorus]
So live loud, live true,
Make the world make room for you.
Don’t save your song for another day,
Sing it now before it slips away.
I’ve seen the end, and I swear it’s clear —
What matters most is love while you’re here.

[Chorus (Refrain)]
Live wild, live free,
Keep your heart where it’s meant to be.
Don’t fold, don’t fade, don’t disappear,
Carry your fire across the years.

[Outro]
So if you hear me from the future call,
Don’t be afraid — you can’t lose it all.
Love’s the only thing that you keep,
I’ll hold it safe for when you sleep.
@vicky-adair 

@shankari-touch

VickStiX - Voice at Ninety (ShAnkAri touch)

Awesome guy

Don't Make Me Cry

As the clocks turn back and the light fades early, Seasonal Affective Disorder offers warmth for the colder months ahead.
This six-track EP blends afro house, deep house, chill house, organic textures, and soft jazz tones into a comforting sonic escape — music for slow mornings, quiet evenings, and reflective nights by the fire.

Each track feels like a warm hug on a dim day — gentle percussion, glowing Rhodes chords, and deep, breathing grooves that invite calm and connection. It’s the kind of music that turns melancholy into movement and solitude into sanctuary.

Press play, light a candle, and let Vastel’s signature sound remind you that warmth still exists — even in low light.

Support Vastel

Wool Sweater Weather

Lost in the city - instrumental

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Empire of Wheat

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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