Mix B - Fe4rle$$ is in stereo 

The open beta

might re-level

Last Nite feat FE4RLE$$ (prod. IOF)

Terre sous tension

Irak

Mixed and mastered by Jeffro ( http://www.jeffromixesyou.com/ )

Chord progression intro/verse: G-F-G-C-G-F-G-F-C
chorus: 4 X (C-G-F-G) / - G-F-G-F-G-C
Made with Amplesounds ample guitar martin plugin
Lyrics:
Oh
When you cook for me
Your curves and moves
The harmony

Love
Not just cookery
There's so much more
To this scenery

Oh
From your moves, it's clear
That summer dress
Is all you wear

Oh
It teases me
Seductivly
Irresistably

I can see your different levels merging into one
Affection turns euphoric; fire burns until we`re drained and numb

chorus:
Watching you in that dress
Preparing something for us
Ticks all my boxes
And blows my mind every time

I was a humble man
Unruffled and low-key
Now I'm as close to heaven as
As any guy will ever be

All I can do is embrace
Not meant to understand
Blessed in mysterious ways
You are my woman
And I am your man

verse2:
Oh
​Such diversity
And quantity
​In qualities

Oh
Such a compliment
To your discipline
The shape you`re in

Oh
So reliable
Yet unpredictable
Its impossible

Oh
Highly flammable
Can be magical
Or not at all

Maybe diagnosable a few of your traits
So great at your best, I`ll take the hellfire that follows your grace

chorus:
Watching you in that dress
Preparing something for us
Ticks all my boxes
And blows my mind every time

I was a humble man
Unruffled and low-key
Now I'm as close to heaven as
As any guy will ever be

All I can do is embrace
Not meant to understand
Blessed in mysterious ways
You are my woman
And I am your man

Summer Dress

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Catch Me On The Prawl Feat. Mykrophone DJ (J.R Beat)

Lyrics •

one day i’ll be fine
i’ll live another life
i left it in the past
and ill never look back

somewhere far away
too far to feel the pain
don’t you follow me
cause some day i’ll be free

free from you free to do all the things i want the things i need to grow i don’t know 
what you wanted what you wanted
from me

free to do all the things i want the things i need to grow i don’t know 
what you wanted what you wanted
from me
what you wanted what you wanted
from me

if only you could feel
but i don’t think you’re real
to do such a thing
like tear an angels wings

you cant hurt me now
no you’ll just bring me down
and if i go to roam
i’ll never come back home
and i’ll be
free from you free to do all the things i want the things i need to grow i don’t know 
what you wanted what you wanted
from me

free to do all the things i want the things i need to grow i don’t know 
what you wanted what you wanted
from me
what you wanted what you wanted
from me
well it doesn’t really matter because what you had you shattered so you can go be sadder and alone
i said it doesn’t really matter because what you had you shattered so you can go be sadder and alone

i can go anywhere

This is a demo of a new track inspired by, well I'm sure you can guess. Happy listening.

Naughty in the Night

Under Pressure voiced solidarity; Ice Ice Baby flipped it to swagger; the lawsuit set precedent and the Streisand effect fused them—so now we work to invert the inversion, as AI copyright and art debates turn on subversive use, not sound (maybe)

The spark that starts it all.  
“Only You” captures the rush of intimacy and the vulnerability of being seen — shimmering pads, vocal fragments, and rolling liquid grooves.  
💿 Part of the upcoming EP *Echoes Between Us*  
📅 Out 31/10/25  
🔗 [Pre-order now on Bandcamp](https://rideravers.bandcamp.com/album/echoes-between-us)

Only You

Dj J Instinct – Forever in Motion (feat. Beth Chapman & Remedy)
From the album Forever In Motion — out 18/10/25

A luminous finale to an album built on gratitude, memory, and momentum, Forever in Motion is Dj J Instinct’s love letter to the listeners, collaborators, and dreamers who’ve kept the journey alive. Featuring the ethereal vocals of Beth Chapman and the soulful flow of Remedy, this liquid DNB anthem glides through shimmering pads, rolling breaks, and trance-kissed atmospheres — a sonic embrace for everyone who’s felt the pulse of this sound.

It’s more than a track. It’s a thank-you. A moment to reflect, celebrate, and keep moving. From the first drop to the final fade, Forever in Motion captures the emotional arc of the album: resilience, connection, and the beauty of shared experience.

This is the last track you’ll hear before release — a parting gift to the amazing followers who’ve supported Dj J Instinct’s sound. For bonus tracks, remixes, and the full playlist, head to the SoundCloud page and dive deeper into the world of Forever In Motion.

Thank you for the love. This one’s for you.

Dj J Instinct - Forever In Motion Feat. Beth Chapman & Remedy

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/ed2ba5a9-ea8f-424a-9c81-95614598896c
Para Escuchar la version de blues con Dazz Deva https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-blues
Para escuchar la versión blues instrumental https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-despertar-version-original-ver-texto


Producción: Luis Sanvicente
Voz: Dazz Deva

Y despertar

Qué fáciles se ven las cosas 
cuando, a pesar de ser chiquillos,
algo extraño nos hace hombres
y nos arranca de ese sitio
que en realidad nos corresponde.

Intentamos que nuestra vida
sea una batalla latente
donde demostrar nuestro orgullo,
donde sólo existe el presente:
¡no importan pasado y futuro!

Un día se te va la mano
y en soledad, al verte perdido,
recompones todo tu tiempo;
entonces ves que te has hundido,
que hay que empezar por los cimientos.

Y despertar 
de aquel sórdido mundo 
tan oscuro y profundo,
donde el miedo que sientes
se convierte en la muerte
de la voluntad.

Y despertar 
sin ver cientos de caras 
que no te dicen nada,
aunque sean reflejo
de tus mismos deseos,
de tu ansiedad.

Qué hermoso es correr por el campo
en libertad, sin sentir muros
que te acotan el horizonte,
y se convierten en verdugos
de la ilusión todas las noches.

Y de pronto encontrarme libre,
frente a frente contigo, despierto...
no puedo creer que suceda;
por fin ha llegado el momento:
¡de nuevo la vida comienza!

Y despertar
con el alma en tus brazos,
con el sol en lo alto,
dando vida a otros sueños
que cuando era pequeño
solía inventar.

Y despertar
en tu pecho desnudo,
descubriendo otro mundo,
contemplando en tus ojos
cómo nace el arroyo
de mi libertad.

And wake up

How easy things look
when, despite being children,
something strange makes us men
and it starts us from that place
that actually belongs to us.

We try our life
be a latent battle
where to show our pride,
where only the present exists:
Past and future don't matter!

One day your hand goes out of hand
and alone, seeing you lost,
you compose all your time;
then you see that you have sunk,
to start with the foundations.

And wake up
of that sordid world
so dark and deep,
where the fear you feel
turns into death
of will.

And wake up
without seeing hundreds of faces
that they don't tell you anything,
although they are reflection
of your own wishes,
of your anxiety.

How beautiful it is to run through the field
in freedom, without feeling walls
that narrow the horizon,
and they become executioners
of illusion every night.

And suddenly find myself free
face to face with you, awake ...
I can't believe it happens;
At last the time has come:
Life begins again!

And wake up
with the soul in your arms,
with the sun up high,
giving life to other dreams
that when I was little
used to invent.

And wake up
on your bare chest,
discovering another world,
contemplating in your eyes
how the stream is born
of my freedom.

Y DESPERTAR  (VOZ DAZZ DEVA) Ver texto

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.

Under Pressure voiced solidarity; Ice Ice Baby flipped it to swagger; the lawsuit set precedent and the Streisand effect fused them—so now we work to invert the inversion, as AI copyright and art debates turn on subversive use, not sound (maybe)

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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