Nostalgia is the sophomore album from Patron Saints, and a more diverse record that the debut 'Lateralism' which was released in 2024.

With a larger scope and more focused vision, Nostalgia doesn't sit still for a moment. Instead, it careers wildly through genre-bending electronica song-craft, through deep house, downtempo, rave, dubstep and synthwave, culminating in the magnum opus 'Chicago' that rounds out the album like an electro-symphony in 4 parts.

Some Kind of Erosion

🔥 “I usually don’t dance… but now I’m in a trance.”
“I Need Your Lovin” is that moment when attraction flips into something deeper — sensual, magnetic, and undeniable. A night out turns into something unforgettable.

This is a slow-burner built for the late hours — pulsing with desire, honest with emotion. It’s about letting go, giving in, and following that heat.
If you’ve ever been pulled into someone’s gravity with no way out — this is your song.

Keith (Jonesy200) brings passion and vulnerability to every line — from first glance to full surrender. Sensual Pop with a heartbeat.

🌍 From Australia to Lagos, Cairo, and Hanoi — this one’s for lovers everywhere.
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Lyrics
I Need Your Lovin
Out on the town with my mates, not looking for love
At the local pub drinking and talking
Knocking them back talking about nothing (mmmmm)
You and your friends walk in and head our way (mmmmm)

You look in my eyes and I am lost (mmmmm)
Forgotten about not looking for love (mmmm)
My heart is thumping as the music starts to play
You give me a glance and say let's dance

I usually don't dance but now I am in a trance
I just follow, finding it hard to swallow
Now I am thinking this is the night
Could it be real,  there might be love tonight

As we dance and I hold onto your body
You say get in closer I need your body
You put your head against mine, feels devine
You say again get closer need your body

Now I know I know I am along for the ride
But right now I am thinking
I need your body, I need your love
I am not slow and I know this is the time
I am going out of my mind

I need your lovin ooooooh 
I am in love with all of you
I need your lovin, be mine tonight
I need your lovin, oooooh

Come with me, follow me now
Come with me, I will show you how
Come with me and wrap your body
It is your lovin, I need your body

I need your body, I need your lovin ooooooh
I am in love with all of you
I need your lovin, be mine tonight
I need your lovin, oooooh

Be mine tonight oooooh oooooh yeah

I need your lovin all of you
I am in love with all of you
I need your lovin, be mine tonight
I need your lovin, oooooh

Come with me, follow me now
Come with me, I will show you how
Come with me and wrap your body
It is your lovin, I need your body

I need your lovin ooooooh
I am in love with all of you
I need your lovin, be mine tonight
I need your lovin, oooooh

Be mine tonight oooooh oooooh yeah

Keywords
i need your lovin, sensual pop, slow burning pop track, magnetic connection, emotional pop song, undeniable attraction, one night love song, dance floor tension, jonesy200, independent pop artist, australian sensual pop, body to body lyrics, heart racing pop, intimate pop vocals, real love moment, pulsing beat song, love surrender, passion driven lyrics, late night energy, soulful love track, be mine tonight, pop 2025, real talk romance, hanoi slow pop, cairo love vibe, lagos sensual beats, follow me now, emotional connection, wrapped in love, new pop music

#INeedYourLovin #SensualPop #EmotionalPop #LateNightVibes #IndependentArtist #Jonesy200 #AustralianMusic #CairoBeats #LagosLove #HanoiPop

I Need Your Lovin

Anniversary of my dad’s passing today.
Never forgotten.

Emotional ballad. 
Lyrics and song by DjSas. 

- Guilty 


{ Verse }
I see the mirror
 but it don’t reflect love
Just the weight
 of what I  gave up
Dad’s patience 
worn Mom’s tears like rain
I packed them quiet
 into my suitcase of shame

[Chorus]
Guilty keeps knocking
 at the door of my soul
It's heavy like the chains
 that I can’t let go
For all the times I broke
his heart in this home
Guilt’s my shadow I carry alone

[Verse 2]
Sister called me out
 dad and I 
never saw eye to eye
mum always came 
in between us
Seperating us 
I drowned out her pain
 but her hurt filled the air
Her prayers soft 
but they cut through bone
Dad’s silent eyes
 felt sharper than stones

[Chorus]
Guilty keeps knocking
 at the door of my soul
It's heavy like the chains 
that I can’t let go
For all the times I broke
his heart
The troubles 
I caused in this home
Guilt’s my shadow
I have to carry
all  alone.

[Bridge]
If I could rewind
 to the times
we fought
Tell him how much 
I loved him
it would be so raw 
But regret is no healer
 it just turns to scars
Wishes don’t work
 when you’re now falling apart

[Verse 3]
I’ve built apologies
in my head
 that crumble with time
Still searching for words
 that fill with regret
Sister forgave me
 for the grief I caused 
Mum loves me 
but i broke her heart too
 my guilt’s a ghost
 that follows me everywhere.

{ Verse 4 }
Now I go to visit him knowing his not there
 flowers I lay at his grave 
Tears running down my face
“Dad, why did  you leave me ?”

Guilty 
is a burden I have to live with. 

Now that ,Now that  I’m a dad  too.

Guilty

Жду тебя...там

Dive into the remastered brilliance of Murdnucalucisum lingualcundruM by Xyloquint, now presented in pristine 19200kHz 24-bit audio, where every note and syllable sparkles with crystalline clarity—yet remains tantalizingly elusive. This track is a masterful exercise in sonic alchemy, crafted to mimic the cadence of English while dissolving into a kaleidoscope of nonsensical sounds. The result is a mesmerizing paradox: lyrics that feel familiar, as if plucked from a dream, yet defy comprehension, pulling listeners into a cerebral dance of meaning-making.

Xyloquint’s intention was to create a soundscape that feels like a lost transmission from the edges of consciousness, inspired by the CIA’s secretive sound experiments of the mid-20th century, which explored how audio could manipulate perception and cognition. The song’s whimsical yet haunting structure—blending groovy funk, shimmering synthwave, intricate math-rock rhythms, and melodic flourishes—evokes a sense of playful chaos, as if the listener is decoding a cryptic message from another dimension. Each phrase, from “Zorna klym, loren teel” to “Veona shyn, loryn plee,” teases the brain, inviting it to chase patterns that dissolve upon closer inspection.

This remastered version amplifies the track’s dual nature: the ultra-high fidelity makes every sound vivid and immediate, while the elusive lyrics deepen the mystery, creating a hypnotic push-pull between clarity and ambiguity. It’s a song that doesn’t just play—it provokes, captivates, and lingers, urging you to surrender to its rhythm and question the boundaries of language itself. Murdnucalucisum lingualcundruM is more than music; it’s a sonic riddle that resonates in the mind long after the final note fades.

Murdnucalucisum lingualcundruM Remastered

Defiant, dazzling, and impossible to ignore—"Spite and Sparkles" is a glitter-drenched middle finger to every doubter who whispered "you'll never." This high-energy club banger fuses hypnotic bass with cinematic sparkle FX, trap-metal punch, and poetic vengeance laced in lace. It's empowerment dipped in drama and set to explode on the dancefloor. Perfect for rage-glam nights, glow-ups with grit, and anyone who knows revenge is best served fabulous. Add this to your playlist if you’re not just surviving—you’re strutting.

Lyrics:
They said I’d burn out.
I just burned prettier.
Lit a match with every fake smile
And made it a runway.

They threw shade like it was glitter—
Now it’s in their eyes, can’t see me clearer.
Said I was “too much”?
Cool.
That’s what it takes to build a throne from ridicule.

Every eye-roll? Fuel.
Every silence? Tool.
They handed me a shovel—
I built a jewel.

I turned "you’ll never" into a spell,
Wove it in lace with a touch of hell.
Built my mirror from what they threw,
Now when they look? They see me too.

I built this out of spite and sparkles,
Cried glitter, danced through the dark.
Didn’t break—just sharpened my edges
Till they cut through every remark.
I don’t need your praise or panic—
Just the sound of my heels on your stage.
Watch me rise, look fabulous,
While your ego rots in a cage.

Remember “she’ll quit soon”?
Still waiting.
While I’m custom-curating
Every petty little celebration.

You gave me scraps, I made couture.
Told me no—now I sell “sure.”
Wrote me off, now I’m the script.
Play it back.
I flipped the grip.

This ain’t a glow-up.
It’s a reclamation.
Built from every passive “bless your heart”
And sideways accusation.

I put rhinestones on my rage.
Hung your doubt in a golden frame.
I’m not mad.
I’m legendary.

I built this out of spite and sparkles,
From silence, I carved my sound.
Didn’t beg—just redefined
What power looks like when it’s crowned.

No confetti for the doubters,
No invite to this parade—
But thanks for the kindling.
Look at the fire you made.

Spite and Sparkles

#CorporateSatire #AntiWorkAnthem #LatinRock #BossaNova #ProtestMusic #OfficeBlues #WorkplaceRevolution #GaslightingAtWork #SambaPunk #CorporateVampires #QuietQuitting #DanceOfTheDamned #BossBattles #SoulCrushingJobs #RebelRhythms #SatiricalMusic #WorkersAnthem #OfficeHorror

**Verse 1**  
Ohhh-oh, they call it “leadership,” but it’s just a disguise,  
A shadowboxin’ bully in a power-tie.  
You crunch the numbers, bleed into the grind,  
While they rewrite the rules, then rewind, rewind…  
“Why’s the project late?” Well, who switched the plan?  
Their amnesia’s a weapon, and you’re “the bad man.”  

**Pre-Chorus**  
They’ll say you’re “too emotional” (No!)  
When their conscience is optional (So low!),  
But the truth’s in the coffee-stained files,  
And the way their smile never reaches their eyes…  

**Chorus**  
Crappy bosses, ohhh, dance on our backs,  
Samba of the soulless, clappin’ as we crack.  
Gaslight sambadrome, they’ll cha-cha-cha lies,  
But we’re countin’ the numbers, oh, to say our goodbyes!  
When that lottery hits, we’ll rhumba through the door,  
No more tango with tyrants—we’re dancin’ poor no more!  

**Verse 2**  
They’ll steal your hustle, then call you “too slow,”  
Take weekends in Cabo while you’re kneelin’ in snow.  
Your stress is their salsa, your tears the salt rim,  
They’re a carnival vampire—suckin’ dreams on a whim.  
But the drumbeat’s shifting, can you hear the low hum?  
The workers’ soft clapping’s a revolution’s drum…  

**Pre-Chorus**  
They’ll say you’re “not a team player” (Lie!)  
While they’re yacht-shoppin’ later (Goodbye!),  
But the office walls whisper their shame,  
And the janitors know every CEO’s dirty name…  

**Chorus**  
Crappy bosses, ohhh, your rhythm’s offbeat,  
We’re the band playin’ hot in the soul-sucking heat!  
You can mambo your malice, twist truth into twirls,  
But we’ll samba to freedom—and bury your world!  
When those numbers align, oh, we’ll bossa nova away,  
No more blood for your bonfire—we’re fireflies at day!  

**Bridge**  
Imagine, imagine—no alarms, no demands,  
Just sun on our faces and saltwater hands.  
No more “urgent” emails at 2 a.m.,  
Just a beach where the waves shout, “Never trust them!”  
We’ll build a new rhythm where respect is the drum,  
And the only “deadline” is when the margaritas come…  

**Outro**  
Crappy bosses, your empire’s a bluff,  
We’re the samba they’ll never silence enough.  
So spin your sad stories, your trophies of greed,  
We’ll waltz into the future—where the wounded hearts lead!  
And if we win that jackpot? Honey, pass me my shoes—  
We’ll dance on their desks in a bossa nova news.

Bossa-No-No

Bakom mitt sinne.mp3

Lyrics:

En stjärnenatt som denna, blåstes "Eld upphör", 
och där stod generalen i stramaste honnör.
Men krigaren i ledet i tanken redan var,
därhemma hos sin flicka och hos sin mor och far.
 
Ann-Karolina, öppna din dörr,
möt mej i porten, nu liksom förr!
Så löd hans hälsning, fast vägen var lång,
Rom ligger långt från en gränd i Lyon.

En stjärnenatt som denna, stod han åter där,
där förr han alltid mötte den flicka han höll kär.
Men ensam fick han vänta, ty ingen kom ditåt,
och tillochmed en hjälte kan brista ut i gråt!
	
Ann-Karolina, öppna din dörr!
Möt mej i porten, nu liksom förr!
Fick hon hans hälsning? Var vägen för lång?
Rom ligger långt från en gränd i Lyon.

En stjärnenatt som denna, reste han igen,
den flicka som han älskat, hon fått en annan vän.
Ty lämnar man en flicka i allt för många da'r,
då hjälper ej med minnen om vad som en gång var.

Ann-Karolina, öppna din dörr!
Möt mej i porten, nu liksom förr!
Fick hon hans hälsning? Var vägen för lång?
Rom ligger långt från en gränd i Lyon.
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller

Ann-Karolina - Feat. Sara

You won’t forget this song. It’s the story of a life destroyed — not by choice, but by one careless, cruel moment.
One pill. One pusher. And now nothing will ever be the same.

This is a haunting dive into what it’s like to lose everything — your mind, your love, your future — because someone else decided your fate. The voice behind this track is raw, vulnerable, and filled with a truth we all try to ignore. When people say “get help,” they never ask how you ended up needing help in the first place.

“Will It Ever Be The Same” isn’t just a song. It’s a desperate cry for justice. For awareness. For change.

So many walk away untouched, while others are left broken, isolated, addicted, and blamed for their own suffering. We turn our backs on the ones who need us most — and protect the ones who ruin lives.

If the law handed mandatory 20-year sentences to serious drug pushers, maybe fewer lives would be ruined like this.

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Lyrics
Will It Ever Be the Same

Each day is a haze no two the same
Ever since the day that jerk slipped me those pills
Now it is too late I can’t find my way
The only thing I find is my way to those pills

I can feel my mind exploding there is nothing I can do
I reach out and no one comes they all turn away
This is so cruel I never asked for those pills
Why am I suffering because that fool gave me those pills

Will it ever be the same will anyone ever help
Because I strike out when I get low
Everyone out there just looks the other way, they know
They know, I am withdrawling they run and hide
Will it ever be the same

The world is adrift, don’t know which way to go
Now I am hooked, there is only one thing I want
This is not fair I had a life, now I am in strife
This is not fair, I have lost my wife
I get this and the fool gets nothing, what a life

Will it ever be the same will anyone ever help
Because I strike out when I get low
Everyone out there just looks the other way, they know
They know, I am withdrawling they run and hide
Will it ever be the same

My life is ruined forever reaching for those pills
He walks the street and nothing happens to him
The law does nothing they just say they don’t have enough people
Here I am my life ruined, will it ever be the same

Will it ever be the same will anyone ever help
Because I strike out when I get low
Everyone out there just looks the other way, they know
They know, I am withdrawling they run and hide
Will it ever be the same

Keywords
life destroyed, addiction story, emotional truth, crying for justice, raw vocals, haunting lyrics, lost everything, drug addiction pain, silent suffering, deep emotional song, plea for change, injustice in law, pain and isolation, desperate cry, powerful message

#EDMmusic #DeepHouseVibes #ElectronicPop #DarkPopSound #EmotionalEDM #NewSongDrop #NewMusicRelease #AddictionAwareness #StopDrugPushers #EmotionalLyrics #DarkElectroPop #EDMStorytelling #PowerfulMessage

Will It Ever Be the Same

Will It Ever Be The Same – A Haunting Song About Addiction, Injustice, and Pills

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Oh, fisher-fleet, go in from the sea
And furl your wings.
The bay is gray with the twilit spray
And the loud surf springs.
Ooh ooh ooh 
The chill buoy-bell is rung by the hands
Of all the drowned,
Who know the woe of the wind and tow
Of the tides around.
Go in, go in! Oh, haste from the sea,
And let them rest—
The throng who long for the air—still long,
But are still unblest.
Aye, even as I, whose hands at the bell
Now labour most.
The tomb has gloom, but oh, the doom
Of the drear sea-ghost!
He evermore must wander the ooze
Beneath the wave,
Forlorn—to warn of the tempest born,
And to save—to save!
Then go, go in! and leave us the sea,
For only so
Can peace release us and give us ease
Of our salty woe

Oh oh oh
Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Sea ghost

Oh oh oh

Sea Ghost II

Cú Ste studios craft audio canvases where digital and analog and software meet: blurring the lines between dancefloor energy and introspective depth. With a flair for weaving narrative into sound—evident in tracks like "Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version" and "Skate Away"—their music feels like a journey from country to city, from self to others, across every genre in the record store.

Painting on silence (Stokowski), speaking the original language—music. For as Kreeft reveals, 'poetry is fallen music' and 'prose is fallen poetry.' Our work returns to the source: where wind writes choruses on the sky, fireflies guard nocturnal wisdom, and waterfalls dream in the night. Here, in the currents of God and the grayness of sea-spaces, we reclaim the unfallen tongue. ✨"

Sea Ghost II

Cú Ste

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