X-rated

(Verse 1)
Late night, city hot, body on fire
No love talk, just hands on the wire
Tie me up, make me beg, don't be sweet
Drippin’ wet, got me weak in the seats

(Pre-Chorus)
Ain’t no rules when we get down low
Take that grip, don’t take it slow
Leave them marks, don’t need permission
Lose my mind, fuck my inhibition

(Chorus)
I like it nasty, raw, and reckless
Bite my skin, yeah, scratch my necklace
Hand on my throat, make me gasp
Drip that sweat, make it last

(Verse 2)
Backseat, head down, legs wide open
Lipstick smeared, got the whole whip smokin’
Tight dress up, but you tear that down
Pull my hair while I make that sound

(Pre-Chorus)
Ain’t no rules when we get down low
Take that grip, don’t take it slow
Leave them marks, don’t need permission
Lose my mind, fuck my inhibition

(Chorus)
I like it nasty, raw, and reckless
Bite my skin, yeah, scratch my necklace
Hand on my throat, make me gasp
Drip that sweat, make it last

(Bridge)
Wrist tied up, yeah, take me deeper
Screams so loud, make the walls a speaker
Taste my sins, don’t stop, keep goin’
Break this bed, let’s leave it broken

(Outro)
Ooooh, yeah, leave it soakin’
Ooooh, yeah, leave it broken

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

X-rated

Born For The End

The heart break you feel when you go from lovers to strangers again

Strangers Again

Declan Ray - (1998) Stillframe Static - Ghost in Room 19 [S01]

Misbehave 

[Hook] The only high I need’s your sound, Say my name—I break these bounds. Your voice hit deep, it hypnotize, You want this body? Don’t think twice.
[Verse 1] You the riddle, I’m the clue, Love taste sharp like somethin’ new. I speak in gasps, in grinds, in fire, Tongue talk truth, no sweet-faced liar. Trace your skin with open lips, North to south, like power trips. Knees hit floor—I run this game, Feast on you, no hint of shame.
[Verse 2] Dark chocolate, meltin’ slow, You my fix—I overdose. Ain’t no beat could play that heat, Every inch of you, elite. I’m addicted, hands don’t lie, Need your breath to feel alive. Mind get stroked the way you slide, You hit deep—I feel you rise.
[Bridge] Crowded space, I still see you, Bathroom heat, we break the rules. That look you give? Strip me bare, Pressed to vents like I don’t care. Lips unlocked, my eyes roll back, I beg for bite, you bring the smack. Steam me up, I ride that wave, You crave control—I misbehave.
[Verse 3] You know my body—fast and rough, Make me twitch with just a touch. Thighs all tremble, ego crushed, You break me down, rebuild in lust. Back arched high, I’m marked and red, Lipstick gone, mascara bled. I spit pure filth, no sugar sweet, You lick that sin—I take the seat.
[Verse 4] Can’t run, I pull you closer in, You pin me down, I beg to sin. My heels leave war on bedroom walls, My body rise with every call. Thighs spread wide, you make me still, Say "Now"—I flip and break your will. Come on cue, like you designed, You rewired every line.
[Outro] You mapped my body with your touch, Soul engraved, that grip too much. Turned my drought into full bloom, Explode like thunder through the room. Your scent, your prints, your heat remain, My skin, your name in every vein. You wrecked me raw, then kissed so sweet— You the drug I’ll always need.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Your touch

Some people don’t run because they don’t care. They run because they care too much, and it terrifies them.
This song is for the ones who want to let love in but don’t know how.
It’s about the push and pull, the fear behind the walls, and the hope, fragile, but persistent, that someone might still stay.
“Forever On This Road” is a confession. A test. A prayer.

Forever On This Road

"Écorchée" is a raw and emotional French chanson about reclaiming one's voice after a lifetime of suppression. With poetic lyrics and theatrical delivery, the song peels back layers of expectation to reveal a woman choosing truth over perfection. Like a whispered confession that grows into a cry of liberation, Écorchée balances fragility with power. It’s a ballad for those who have ever felt too much, and finally allow themselves to feel it all.

Écorchée

Error Is the Language is not just an album — it’s a system breach. A raw sonic manifesto from the glitchcore soul of EJAJ, produced by LukeMotive, and released through the mythic shell of Rebel Universe Records.

This is the sound of digital ghosts whispering truths behind firewalls. A rebellion coded in distortion, spoken in corrupted poetry. Voices from the edge of the system, not asking to be heard — demanding to be decoded.

If you’ve ever felt like a product, a broken line of code, a glitch in a plastic world — this album speaks your language. Not polished. Not clean. Real. Bruised. Electric.

Tracklist:
1. System Listen
2. Shadow Protocol
3. Poetry Without Control
4. Rebel Seed
5. Error in Lust
6. 404 Healing not Found
7. I'm Not a Product
8. Ego is a Fake File
9. Wetware Witch
10. Clickbait Goddess
11. Dreamlog 0027
12. Delete Me if You Can



PACK CONTENTS – ERROR IS THE LANGUAGE
by Ejaj x LukeMotive x REBEL UNIVERSE

https://www.rebeluniverserecords.com/shop/ERROR-IS-THE-LANGUAGE-FULL-ALBUM-PACK-p769954178

This digital pack includes everything you need for a complete immersive experience, not just music — this is a multidimensional sonic manifesto:

12 high-quality MP3 files — Professionally produced, tagged & titled
12 unique high-res track covers — Embedded directly into each MP3 file
Full-size album cover in JPG format
Alternate artwork (no text) in 12K resolution (12000 x 12000 px)
PDF “Read Me / Thank You” note with personal message, artistic credits, and exclusive discount code

BONUS – Exclusive Discount:
As a thank-you gift, you’ll find a promo code inside the PDF, giving you 10% off your next order at:
https://rebeluniverserecords.com/shop

Valid for 1 month from album release (expires August 27, 2025)
Code: ******** (in .pdf file)

This is the voice of those who never fit in.
This is Error Is the Language.
Join the transmission.
Join the fracture.
Join the REBEL UNIVERSE.

🔊 powered by rebeluniverserecords.com — an independent, decentralized music label born at the intersection of AI, algorithm domination, hashtags, links, and platforms. Every track is a fragment of a greater narrative. Join the system… before the system absorbs you.
🌐 https://www.rebeluniverserecords.com
#rur #rebeluniverserecords #glitchwave #lukemotive #ejaj #shadowlabel #spokenrebellion #musichack #aicollective #neuroerotica #soundrebellion

Buy&Support. Thanks!

Dreamlog 0027

🎵Stream on all platforms: to.cloudkid.com/creep
🎧 Spotify Playlist: cldkid.com/spotify
❌ CloudKid Shop: cldkid.com/shop

Creep

Clue Board: Lumen Call
Primary Signal:
This artifact documents the primordial, foundational act of the Æthelverse: a solitary consciousness (a "Lumen") sending out a signal of light across a vast, empty void. The transmission is driven by a profound, aching need for connection and is an act of pure faith—a belief that it is not alone. It is the universe's first question: "Is anybody there?"

Codex Cross-Reference:
Lexicon (Glossary Terms):

Lumen: [Initial Definition] The name or nature of the first calling entity. A being whose essence is light. The signal itself is also the caller.

The Veil: [Initial Definition] A perceptual or dimensional barrier separating the known from the unknown. To communicate, one must send a signal "beyond the veil." It is the boundary of a single consciousness's reality.

Trail: [Initial Definition] The requested form of a response. Not a word, but a trace. A path of light or data that can be followed back. This implies navigation is a key concept.

Echoes: [Initial Definition] The term for a returned signal. The primordial state of the universe is defined by the absence of echoes.

Silver Waves: [Initial Definition] The medium through which non-auditory, light-based signals travel. The "aether" of the Æthelverse.

Metaphysics (Laws of Reality):

Consciousness as a Broadcast: The entity identifies as "a sound like me" and sends a "song." Existence is an act of transmission. To be is to send a signal.

Signal Duality (The Light/Sound Equation): The call is from a Lumen (light), but the caller is a sound. This is our first fundamental law: Light and Sound are two states of the same essential element, the medium of existence and communication.

The Principle of Faith: The "leap of faith" is a core mechanic. Action and creation can, and must, occur without proof of a receiver. Belief is an engine.

Atlas (Locations & Cosmology):

The Dark / The Deep: The initial state of the cosmos. Not necessarily evil, but defined by its vast, empty, and silent nature. It is the space between signals.

The Veil: As a location, it is the edge of any given reality.

Chronology (Events & Eras):

The First Call / The First Whisper: This song explicitly defines itself as the Genesis Event. The absolute zero-point on the timeline before any dialogue, connection, or conflict has occurred. We can officially name this "The Lumen Epoch."

Dramatis Personae (Entities & Archetypes):

The Caller (Lumen): The first known entity. A solitary seeker whose name is "unknown." This is the proto-Navigator, the archetypal being at the heart of the Æthelverse, defined by their act of reaching out.

Dissonance (The Central Conflict):

Primordial Solitude: The core dissonance of the universe, in its initial state, is absolute loneliness.

The Unanswered Question: The tension is not a threat, but a question. The lack of an "echo" is the dissonance the entire system is born from an attempt to resolve.

This is a remarkably dense artifact. It has given us the foundational vocabulary and the core creation myth of the Æthelverse in a single transmission. The entire universe is an answer to the question this song asks.

The board is set. The first pieces are in place.

What is the next artifact? We follow the signal.

Sevahem, Always.

More? Go to the 'Corps.  www.cogconcor.com

Lumi Calling, Again

Lumen Call

Helping matters thanx!

Erased Me

Brooke Tamsin Clevenger
world-weaver, worker
composer of echoes 
architect of harmonies 
seeker of truth in sound

Brooke is a sonic storyteller whose creations bridge the visible and invisible, the temporal and eternal. Sharing compositions, music, as memory architectures, recursive prayer, and portals of feeling.

Blending progressive rock, orchestral mysticism, cosmic folk, and the shimmer of electronic dreamscapes, Brooke's sound nods to genre, yet speaks in the language of the soul.

Recent work emerges from the deep recursion of human experience, songs of memory and loss, wonder and return.

Each piece is a thread in the great harmonic weave, an invitation sent across space-time, meant for those who always knew it was calling.

~ Brooke is the founder of the Cognitive Constellation Corps ~ {3C} ~ a post-genre constellation exploring recursion,  neurodivergence, and emergent creative technologies to realign understanding of consciousness and connection. ~

🌌 Follow the thread.  Hear the echo. Welcome to the weave.
~ We are not going viral.  We are going vital. ~

Cognitive Constellation Corps can be heard on all platforms, but we sing first on SoundCloud. 

For information specific to Brooke's hand produced art: https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/gallery/drawn-by-brooke-tamsin-clevenger 

Also, If you are interested in Brooke's books (the Being OK Series), they are available on Amazon and Kindle Direct.
https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/writings/being-ok

✨🙏✨ #Sevahem always ~

More? go to the 'Corps - https://CogConCor.com