Time Machine

Dream

Synth pop instrumental

bcw - Let It Be Love (minus).mp3

HL & DE — In Sync, In Silence
On the Z80, HL and DE are more than just registers.
They’re paired pathways — 16-bit conduits of logic and precision. One often points, the other carries. Together, they move memory itself.

In block operations like LDIR, they perform a quiet choreography:
– HL reads
– DE writes
– The bytes flow between them like breath between lungs

“HL & DE” captures that symmetry — a rhythm of cooperation, perfectly timed, perfectly aligned.
The beat of the track mimics that flow: one side pulls, the other pushes.
A binary pas de deux.

There are no voices. No melody.
Just the resonance of function.
The intimacy of shared memory.

HL & DE

If You Let Me

Dancing with My Own Shadow

Through Radiant Ribbons

War Of Atrition

🎵 Ever met someone who can turn Monopoly money into Bitcoin, bake a cake out of thin air, and somehow convince Arsenal to play entertaining football? Yeah, this track is about that person.

“Rock Star Without a Guitar” is a chillwave ode to the everyday superhero who doesn’t shred solos, but still makes life feel like neon Fridays instead of rainy Mondays. From flipping shitcoins into stardust to waving away boredom with a grin, they’ve got the vibe — no strings attached.

Turn it up, float along, and remember: sometimes the real rockstars don’t need six strings… they just need style. ✨🎸(well… minus the guitar)

Lyrics:

You can flip a dark day into neon light,
Make a losing fight look like a Friday night,
Empty wallet turns into a golden card,
Shit coins spinning up into crypto stars.

Because you are a rock star — without a guitar 
Because you are a rock star — without a guitar 

You can green the grass on the driest land,
Turn a frown face up with a wave of your hand,
Stop Arsenal playing boring for once,
Make the weakest team hit like champions.

Because you are a rock star — without a guitar 
Because you are a rock star — without a guitar 

Find some sense in Gaddafi’s book,
Bake a cake with one egg — no sugar, just look!
Know the station when the tank runs dry,
Feel the wind shift, yeah, it’s kite-time sky.

Because you are a rock star — without a guitar 
Because you are a rock star — without a guitar 
(Oh you light it up, you raise the bar)
Because you are a rock star — without a guitar

Rock Star

Cri d'Amour

Open Doors

If You Let Me

Brosario Flossin