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Hi everyone, today I present to you my last song : "Inside".

A song halfway between Melodic Techno and Trance : He's emotional, and atmospheric.

I hope you like this song ! 𓊍

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Inside

Just For You

SpongeBob ASMR Pants

Stream/Download: https://mgphx.me/ElementalEP

Elemental EP is perhaps my proudest and most meaningful body of work to date. It embodies a sense of nostalgia for the electronic music of years past (2011-2015). All of the tracks are based on old melodies that have stuck with me for up to a decade - revived in the present with a breath of fresh air and timelessness. I’m thrilled to share Elemental EP with the world, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it 🟥🟩🟦

Credits:
Mastering - MYRNE (Artisanal Audio) http://artisanalaudio.com
Artwork/Visuals - ByteDozer https://www.youtube.com/@bytedozer

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Retrospective 2K14

Vocal Trance - Memory Glitch in the Soul

Don't Worry

Sea and Sky

Biking Through (The City) ( PDJ Late Summer Dub Mix)

deep house, swing, edm, synth-pop, pop, synth-pop, breakbeat, chillwave, soul, hip-hop, trance, violin, piano, spiritual

Spirit of Sunshine

created using vochlea dubler, soundtrap & audimee vocals

lyrics:
The echo in the hall has a new empty space now. 
The light on the wall refracts differently somehow. 
And the rain on the pane is a soft, steady beat
But the rhythm it used to keep isn't quite complete, tonight 

All the frequencies still ring in the air
Just one harmonic, one pure tone that's no longer there

I trace the afterglow where the heat used to be
A simple shadow I still expect to see
It's not silence. 
It’s just the sound of a door closing a year ago

The static on the line is a beautiful melody
I hear low-humming sign that you're vibrating near
The colors have drained, but the depth remains clear
I'm just waiting for the signal to reappear

Error 410 (Gone)

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.

SpongeBob ASMR Pants

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