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La nuit je mens – Ghost Of Maya
Ghost Of Maya s’attaque à l’un des monuments de la chanson française, La nuit je mens, et le transforme en un voyage sonore inédit. Fidèle à son style, elle enveloppe la chanson dans une atmosphère hypnotique, où des nappes électroniques et des percussions subtiles rencontrent une interprétation vocale poignante et personnelle.
Sa voix, à la fois fragile et puissante, donne une nouvelle profondeur aux mots de Bashung, explorant leurs zones d’ombre avec une intensité rare. Une ode à la nuit, au mystère et à la mémoire, revisitée avec audace et respect.

La nuit je mens (Alain Bashung Cover)

"Je suis venue” is not a confession, it’s an apparition. Anissa Boualem arrives in silence, with no hunger, no pleading, just presence. The song weaves between Oran and Paris, between mystery and memory, with the delicate strength of a woman who walks in without asking, and leaves a trace that lingers like perfume in a closed room. Lo-fi meets soul in this spellbinding entry point to her double ballad.

Je suis venue

“Un verre vide” is a gentle rebellion. In this second part of her spoken-sung diptych, Anissa Boualem reflects on the silence between words, the things left undone, and the beauty of stepping away. It’s a song that doesn't beg, it observes. With lo-fi textures and lyrical finesse, she transforms absence into presence. A song like a whisper in a misted café window.

Lyrics :

[Intro]
On croit que l’amour se dit.
Mais parfois…
il s’écoute dans les gestes qu’on n’a pas faits.
Dans les silences qu’on laisse tomber,
comme un verre vide sur une nappe blanche.

[Couplet]
J’ai pas toqué à ton ciel,
J’ai pas demandé la pluie.
J’ai marché pieds nus dans ton rituel,
Et t’as cru que j’étais bénie.
Mais j’suis pas l’histoire qu’on encadre,
J’suis la rumeur qui s’attarde.
Pas la photo qu’on garde,
Mais la buée sur ta vitre… tard.

[Refrain]
Je suis venue sans vouloir,
Juste pour voir,
Si ton cœur tenait sans phare.
Et j’ai vu l’ombre bouger,
Alors j’ai su qu’il fallait… marcher.

[Couplet 2]
Tu m’as prise pour un rôle,
Une esquisse sur ton épaule.
Mais j’suis l’encre qui déborde,
Pas celle qui suit les codes.
Oran m’a appris le flou,
Et Paris m’a donné l’goût
De disparaître juste assez,
Pour qu’on me cherche sans jamais m’attraper.

[Pont]
Si j’t’ai laissée là,
C’est pas par orgueil.
C’est que certaines flammes
ne brillent que seules.

[Refrain final]
Je suis venue,
Et je suis partie.
ne brillent que seules.

[Refrain final]
Je suis venue,
Et je suis partie.
Sans bruit.
Comme une femme qui sait
que tout ce qu’elle est
se dit mieux… quand elle n’explique rien.

[Outro]
On croit que j’suis partie.
Mais parfois…
c’est vous qui restez trop immobiles.

Un verre vide

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.

Battleworld

Magellanic Cloud

An immersive blend of darkwave and industrial trap, where pulsing basslines, metallic rhythms, and haunting synth layers create a hypnotic, shadow-drenched soundscape.

L00P

A love story tangled in the underworld. Between rain-washed alleys and the weight of unspoken rules, desire collides with loyalty in a city that never forgives.

Lyrics : 

He stands in rain,
holding no chain,
eyes like a flame,
whisper my name.

Hanazawa-san,
the iron hand,
rules every street,
blood on his feet.

But I see him,
past all the sin,
in neon glow,
he walks too slow.

Uri sarang,
it feels so wrong,
yet here we hide,
side by side.

He’s not the heir,
he doesn’t care,
he breaks the code,
takes my load.

My appa’s men,
come back again,
knives in the smoke,
swear it’s no joke.

We dance in bars,
beneath the scars,
with jazz and rain,
love feels insane.

Geuttae neowa,
we run so far,
from all the crime,
love has no time.

Midnight_Express

His Shadow

An industrial trap glitch: poisoned paradise, chants echo with cries, flowers of sound blooming in corrupted soil.

Three Bullet Theory

Malware in the Garden (interlude)

A dark minimal techno odyssey across Morocco’s mountains. Dust, distortion, and Farid’s solo freestyle ripping the path. #ThreeBulletTheory

Atlas Tour

New Release - We’re fire on the dancefloor (Original Mix)

Nordic symbols hidden in sound, acid groove with a dark spell feel.

man on acid.

northern hex.

I’m the Ghost… in the Shell returns in a rare Breakbeat minimal cut, uniting Dark Earl, Lotus Pastel, and Ghost of Maya for the first time on record. Their friendship has stretched for years, crossing paths in shadows and echoes, but never converging in one song until now.

Here the beat sharpens, stripped down to raw pulse, carrying three voices that weave into each other like fragments of the same dream. Dark Earl’s alien confession meets Lotus Pastel’s spectral warmth and Ghost of Maya’s elusive presence. Together they shape a track that feels at once fragile and unstoppable, an answer not just to messages but to history itself.

This meeting is more than collaboration. It is resonance, the long-awaited alignment of three hidden worlds.

Dark Earl, Lotus Pastel, and Ghost of Maya chose to merge because they share the same vision: that their presence is not to be consumed as biography, but to be lived as art.

This collaboration is an indirect reply to the curiosity of fans. Not everything must be known, verified, or exposed. Their existence is a personal matter, their names only roles inside a wider universe. What matters is the message: sound as a mirror, art as the only truth.

I’m the Ghost… in the Shell (feat. Lotus Pastel, Ghost of Maya)

Dark Earl a shadows and light sorceror who roams through transmutating from mystery into sublime, immersive worlds that are singular and mesmerising.
Influenced by dark trip-hop and beat oriented electronic textures with innervining rhythms, he fuses some depth into the darkness of despair background with notes of redemption and escape.
Dark Earl, hailing from a polyglot melting pot, interprets the borders of his multi-ethnic sounds. By his tracks it as if stories – usually contemplating where every note holds feeling and each pause perpetuates reflection.
Amateur music productionist from the beginning back in 2003, Dark Earl evolved his sound and gone into the realms of experimental weirdness and outlandishness.
He refuses to limit himself to a 1-genre domination and finds outlet where music is more than just a quest for empire, but freedom and authenticity.
He is one of the most important figures today in a group of young artists supporting hands-on, and collaborating with DJs, sound engineers as well as singers from all over.
Dark Earl is not a producer, he makes experiences.

I’m the Ghost… in the Shell (feat. Lotus Pastel, Ghost of Maya)

Dark Earl

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