
**"Гравитация" | Ia_shadow**  
Романтик-фонк с глубоким женским вокалом о любви, сильнее законов физики.  

🌌 Когда трескается небосвод, а чья-то тяжесть становится твоей вечностью.  
🔥 Прикосновение — зимний огонь. Падение — путь домой.  
💫 "Я падал без следа... Навсегда".  

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Гравитация...

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Into You

Bonjour.
Voici mon nouveau titre Electric Touch en version Extented
Je vous souhaites une bonne écoute.

Electric Touch Extented

𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄
Self-Correct is a dark, emotionally raw track from D4rK Rekords that delves into the quiet breakdown of a person forced to mask internal collapse as strength. Through cyberpunk-inspired sonics and brutally vulnerable lyrics, the song presents the artist’s inner war not as a dramatic spectacle, but as a gradual, invisible surrender. It is a reflection on the limits of endurance, the futility of masking pain through silence, and the illusion of healing when survival itself is misread as resilience. Positioned as one of the most psychologically exposed works in the D4rK Rekords discography, Self-Correct confronts the emotional residue of suppressed trauma.

𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲
Built on a minimalist foundation of slow, dark synthwave and futuristic textures, Self-Correct features glitchy ambient layers, down-tempo percussion, and subtle melodic fragments that evoke a disintegrating system. The vocal delivery is subdued and melancholic, hovering between slow rap and a restrained spoken cadence. Echo effects and subtle reverb give the impression of thoughts echoing in an empty digital space, enhancing the sense of emotional isolation. The production intentionally avoids dramatic build-ups, instead favoring a flat, numbed progression that mirrors the theme of emotional stasis. Overall, the song creates a muted yet intense soundscape, representing both internal stillness and systemic failure.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
• Silent Breakdown: The song frames collapse not as explosive, but as quiet self-suppression—grief masked as endurance.
• Misinterpreted Strength: Society's admiration for emotional silence is critiqued, revealing that the artist's apparent strength is actually the absence of expression.
• Emotional Automation: The title refers to a learned behavior of “self-correction,” where emotions are hidden or repressed in order to appear functional.
• Invisibility of Trauma: Pain is presented as undetected by others, making it more corrosive; the narrator becomes a "ruin" hidden in plain sight.
• Loss of Identity and Autonomy: Lines suggest that past abuse or trauma continues to define the speaker’s inner world, symbolized by code that can no longer be repaired.
• Rejection of False Healing: The lyrics reject the narrative of recovery, instead portraying healing as inaccessible or misaligned with the speaker’s reality.

𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
Self-Correct is aimed at listeners who are familiar with the quiet, often invisible weight of mental health struggles—particularly those who are expected to function without ever being seen. It speaks directly to individuals who feel emotionally muted, over-adapted, or misread as strong for their silence. Fans of dark cyberpunk aesthetics, introspective slow rap, and emotionally charged synthwave will find deep resonance in the song. It serves not only as an artistic expression but as a mirror for those who experience emotional collapse in solitude.

𝗟𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗰𝘆
Within the D4rK Rekords mythos, Self-Correct marks a shift from metaphor-heavy emotional abstraction to direct personal confession. While earlier tracks explored the tension between code, identity, and psychological decay, this piece removes the last emotional firewall, admitting defeat in a way that redefines the artist’s narrative. It does not seek redemption or closure but instead documents the quiet reality of living with permanent internal damage. The song functions as a foundation for future works that may either deepen this emotional honesty or begin to reconstruct meaning from the ruins it so vividly reveals.

REVOKE

Self-Correct

He promised and left without looking back.  
He vanished like wind, leaving only empty words.  
Trust turned into a borrowed belief and broken silence.  
Questions remain: why did he go and what for?  
The speaker is left facing the echo of unanswered promises.  

Пустой вокзал и пустой перрон

Psycho

[Title: NIGHT RIDER – GoolZan]

[Intro]

City hum on my skin, headlights like prayers
I learned to outrun pain on midnight stairs
[pause]
I ain’t lookin’ for heaven—just clean air

[Verse 1]

Rent due, heart blue, one eye on the clock
Burner phone buzzin’, I ghost every block
Mama said “slow,” but the world don’t stop
Trauma in the rearview, teeth on the lock

Chrome-lip dreams, but the past got teeth
I stitch up the night just to try and breathe
If love is a toll, I paid with a sleeve
Scars spell maps that you wouldn’t believe

Gas on my sins, neon on my tongue
Shadow on the dash say “where you from?”
I floor the ache till the silence hums
Blacktop prayers, I don’t play numb

[Pre-Chorus]

I been runnin’ from a version of me
Shadow in the glass say “let it be”
I press down harder, hear the engine speak
[rise]
If the light turn red, I still chase the streak

[Chorus]

I’m a Night Rider, 200 miles? per hour.
Neon on my tongue, pain turnin’ into power
Devils in the lane, try to keep me sour
I kiss the dark—watch the fear devour
I’m a Night Rider, 200 miles? per hour.
City on my back, fate on the counter
Pray with the gas, talk to the tower
If I don’t make dawn, tell the night I’m louder

[Post-Chorus]

Ride… ride… ride…
I burn, then bloom on the other side

[Verse 2]

Blackout curtains, insomnia tax
I learned how to dance with a panic attack
Short breath, long road, truth in the cracks
Every “never” I broke like glass

Mind like a highway—lanes on fire
You call it reckless, I call it choir
Every bad memory, cheap barbed wire
I turn ’em to smoke in a midnight tire

Quiet in the cab, windows low
Knuckles on the wheel, let the bruise go
If dawn don’t answer, I ride solo
Name in the fog where the ghosts slow

[Pre-Chorus]
[filter]
If I stall, I fall—so I keep it in gear
Hope in the dash, ghosts in the mirror
I ain’t what I was, but I’m still right here
[rise]
Streetlights crown me when I disappear

[Chorus]

I’m a Night Rider, 200 miles? per hour.
Neon on my tongue, pain turnin’ into power
Devils in the lane, try to keep me sour
I kiss the dark—watch the fear devour
I’m a Night Rider, 200 miles? per hour.
City on my back, fate on the counter
Pray with the gas, talk to the tower
If I don’t make dawn, tell the night I’m louder

[Bridge]

I ain’t runnin’ from love—I’m runnin’ to breath
I ain’t scared of the fall—just scared of regret
If the past show teeth, then I bare my neck
[glitch]
Break… then build… that’s the dialect



[Final Chorus]

I’m a Night Rider, 200 miles? per hour.
If the pain want smoke, I bring it a flower
Turn my wounds to ink, sign my power
I don’t beg light—I make it shower
I’m a Night Rider, 200 miles? per hour.
City on my pulse, fate on the counter
Edge of the dawn, I refuse to cower
If I don’t see sun, I still tower

[Outro]

Sirens to silence, breath gets clean
Night gave me claws, day gave me steam
If you hear my name in the neon hour—
Tell ’em I rode through the fear… and devoured
[tapestop]

NIGHT RIDER – GoolZan

Blame Gravity

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Welcome to the musical world of D4rK Rekords, where innovation meets passion. As a music producer, I blend genres seamlessly to create a unique sound that resonates with listeners worldwide. My music is a reflection of my journey, filled with diverse influences and a commitment to pushing boundaries. Join me as we explore new musical territories together, one beat at a time.

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