I love the sound,the drum is amazing, very ok

A selection of house and deep house right here. Enjoy.
Deeper Meditations In The Mix With SVR (Sinjin Von Richthofen)
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Deeper Meditations -- In The Mix With SVR (Sinjin von Richthofen)

Hybrid Vibes One EP

Dreamer (feat. Vlad Gliga) (Original Mix)

This track is a reinterpretation of Nostalgia, a track released earlier this year on Plurpura Records' Duality compilation. This time, it features the vocals of Baridi Baridi, a wonderful artist and friend I had the pleasure of meeting in person late last year. We took that time to listen to this track together, imagining the moment it would be released. I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed the creation process. 
For that bittersweet feeling that envelops you when recalling past moments that now only live in memory; for that bridge connecting a present thought with memories of moments that no longer exist; for that mix of joy and melancholy for something that marked you but is simply no longer there. “Nostalgia"
https://ficciion.bandcamp.com/track/nostalgia-baridi-baridi-remix

Nostalgia

Heartbreak

https://on.soundcloud.com/6mHje4Erd4ANDr8bki by Nova J @nova-j-49914957

MIDDLE AGE by NOVA J

[Vers 1]
Where’s the train, it’s rollin’
Oh, I missed my station
There’s my mind, controllin’
Low on inspiration

I’m not here to misbehave
I’ve got no more oats to sew
I’m damn near my middle age
You know how the story goes

[Pre Chorus]
And time goes fast
Time goes too fast

[Chorus]
And the world is changin’ (changin’)
Oh the world is changin’ fast
All these wars I’m waging (waging)
I don’t know if I will last

[Hook]
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end

[Vers 2]
Look around
Looks like I missed the memo
Starin’ down
It’s a long hard fall below

I’m too tired to keep on climbin’
But I’m too afraid to fall
I’ve worked hard for what is mine
And I’m so scared to lose it all

[Pre Chorus]
And time goes fast
Time goes too fast

[Chorus]
And the world is changin’ (changin’)
Oh the world is changin’ fast
All these wars I’m waging (waging)
I don’t know if I will last

[Hook]
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end

[Bridge]
I know I somehow made it halfway
But there’s so much I don’t know
I know how scared I feel on some days
Is there any room to grow?
I don’t know (ooooh)
I just don’t know (ooooh)
I don’t know

[Outro]
I’m not here to misbehave
You know how the story goes
I’m damn near my middle age
But I’m praying I can grow
And time goes fast
Time goes too fast
And the world is changin’ (changin’)
Oh the world is changin’ fast
All these wars I’m waging (waging)
I don’t know if I will last
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end (until the end)
Until the end

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Nova J - MIDDLE AGE (ShAnkAri touch)

They say I’m bad , but they don’t know what survival looks like. This is for the loners, the quiet ones, the misunderstood souls that people love to judge... just to feel better about themselves.  I’m not your villain. I’m not your therapy. I’m just the rhythm you run to when you need an escape.  Minimal groove. Moody energy. Truth in every word.

U need Someone Like Me!

ÑFL §uper BowI LX Anthemic Motion to Compel 8 minutes 46 seconds

MY LIFE IS pt2

A journey through mirrored realities and fleeting reflections, where light bends and echoes extend infinitely. Each tone unfolds like a portal to another world, merging light with shadow. In this space, boundaries dissolve and presence floats freely between visions, revealing the resonance of a parallel existence.

The Glow Beneath the Clouds

her name was summer

"Magic In The Air"

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.

ÑFL §uper BowI LX Anthemic Motion to Compel 8 minutes 46 seconds

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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