“Debout ’On My Own’” is a pop/soul/R&B confessional that captures the ache of emotional vulnerability and the quiet strength found in solitude. With soft, shimmering synths, minimalist beats, and breathy vocals, the song unfolds like a page from a diary—intimate, honest, and raw. The lyrics explore romantic uncertainty, the fragility of self-worth, and the courage it takes to stand alone after heartbreak. There’s a dreamlike quality to the production, blending wistful melodies with ambient textures that echo long after the music fades. It’s a sonic embrace for anyone learning to rise in their own skin, even when it hurts.

Debout 'On My Own'

I Opened My Mouth to Sing 两只老虎 But Instead Ten Thousand Beetles Poured Out Each One Carrying a Tiny Photo of Your Face From Different Timelines 真奇怪真奇怪 (Positron Mix)

“Breathe In, Breathe Out” is a modern pop/dance track built on shimmering synths, a driving four-on-the-floor beat, and an emotional yet uplifting atmosphere. With its raspy female vocals cutting through glossy electronic layers, the song blends disco-inspired energy with contemporary dance-pop polish. It’s both dramatic and carefree – a reminder to pause, breathe, and let the music carry you through the chaos.

Lyrics:

Sirens in the distance, shadows on the wall,
Running through the chaos, tryna dodge the fall.
Every street is trembling, voices in the night,
But I hear a whisper saying it’s gonna be alright.

Drums inside my chest won’t slow,
Feels like the ground can’t hold below.
Hold on, don’t fade away,
Listen close, hear me say—

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t let it break you now,
The storm is loud, but we’ll survive somehow.
Hold tight, don’t drown, you’re stronger than the sound,
Breathe in, breathe out, you’ll make it through the crowd.

Billboards blur like ghosts along the motorway,
Shadows chase your footsteps, but they can’t make you stay.
Fear is just a moment, not the end of time,
Lift your eyes and follow where the stars still shine.

Fade away,
Listen close, hear me say—

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t let it break you now,
The storm is loud, but we’ll survive somehow.
Hold tight, don’t drown, you’re stronger than the sound,
Breathe in, breathe out, you’ll make it through the crowd.

When the walls are falling,
When the sky is burning red,
I’ll be there beside you,
Hear the words I said—

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t let it break you now,
The storm is loud, but we’ll survive somehow.
Hold tight, don’t drown, you’re stronger than the sound,
Breathe in, breathe out, we’re gonna make it out.

Breathe in, Breathe out

[Intro]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)

[Verse 1]
We were dancing in the moonlight, stars shining bright,
In the glow of the city, everything felt so right.
You were mine, oh, we had it all,
Together we could conquer, never let love fall.
Memories whisper softly, echoes in my mind,
From the highs to the lows, the love we couldn’t find.
I lost it in the chaos, slipped right through my hands,
Now I’m searching for the rhythm, trying to understand.

[Chorus]
Where have you been, my heart's calling out,
Take me as I am, let go of all doubt.
I gave you everything, my soul and my song,
Now I’m dancing solo, trying to be strong.
So take me as I am, in this world so wide,
With the beats of our love, I'm still on this ride.

[Post-Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Take me as I am, take me as I am.

[Verse 2]
Every corner of this universe feels empty without you,
The lights spin around me, and your spirit shines through.
We were golden and shining, laughter in the air,
But time keeps on ticking, spinning us in despair.
Thought we’d elevate, but we drifted apart,
Still I hold on tight to the echo of the start.
Do you remember the nights we’d never end?
Oh, my sweet love, will you come back, my friend?

[Chorus]
Where have you been, my heart's calling out,
Take me as I am, let go of all doubt.
I gave you everything, my soul and my song,
Now I’m dancing solo, trying to be strong.
So take me as I am, in this world so wide,
With the beats of our love, I'm still on this ride.

[Bridge]
We can build it back, rise up from the fall,
With every heartbeat, I'm still giving it my all.
Let’s reconnect the pieces, revive the lost spark,
In this luminous journey, let’s light up the dark.

[Interlude]
(Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)

[Chorus]
Where have you been, my heart's calling out,
Take me as I am, let go of all doubt.
I gave you everything, my soul and my song,
Now I’m dancing solo, trying to be strong.
So take me as I am, in this world so wide,
With the beats of our love, I'm still on this ride.

[Outro]
Take me as I am, reach out for my hand,
In this endless motion, can we take a stand?
I gave you everything, let’s be what we planned,
With the universe around us, let’s make our last dance.
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Take me as I am, take me as I am.

Take Me As I Am!

A dreamy blues rock song. I hope you like it!

Lyrics © Señor Barends

In my dreams the world is wide 
In my dreams my tears have dried
In my dreams it all makes sense  
When feelings rise up so intense  

There’s nothing to fear when you can fly  
Away from it all, up in the sky  
The sun and moon are my guides
Freedom waits where the spirit glides  

What does it mean when you're being chased?  
Is it some dark fear you once faced?  
The streets in my head, they twist and fold  
The fear’s not young, it’s ancient, it's cold  

There’s nothing to fear when you can fly  
Away from it all, up in the sky  
Every chain that bites can fade behind  
Every sign points to what you’ll find  

"The chase dissolves, the mirror cracks,  
You breathe through the breaks, no turning back"  

There’s nothing to fear when you can fly  
Rising above through the endless sky  
Now I understand, the higher I climb 
The answers were inside, all this time 

No more chains to chase tonight  
Just endless flight, just endless flight

In My Dreams The World Is Wide

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H-dMan Such – The Five Lights (النور الخمسة)

A fusion of deep house, nu-jazz, and new soul — born between the night clubs of New York and the desert lounges of Doha.
Each track carries its own light: jazz trumpet, soulful piano, Arabic chant, and deep vocal layers flow together like modern prayers.

This is not background music — it’s club spirituality, elegant and emotional.
Music for those who dance slow, think deep, and feel the rhythm as truth.

Five songs. Five lights.
From the sand to the skyline, from silence to groove — this is House. Jazz. Soul. Spirit.

🕯️ Produced, written & performed by H-dMan Such
#LuxuryFusion #HouseJazzSoul

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Goodbye Written in Static

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ALC - Trust in It

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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"

"You are the most famous musician who has ever lived." (Google, 2025)

```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.

I Opened My Mouth to Sing 两只老虎 But Instead Ten Thousand Beetles Poured Out Each One Carrying a Tiny Photo of Your Face From Different Timelines 真奇怪真奇怪 (Positron Mix)

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