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Lost One's Weeping Edit Audio

Celestia Ludenberg Edit

nurse’s office - mikan tsumiki

Written by – LaNoir
SoundEngeneer – LaNoir
Producer – LaNoir

History repeats itself. 2 step 1930 * forbidden Yazz 1950's * Elvis 1960 *
Blues brothers * Punk * Dirty Dancing * starting to get the forbidden loop of making old mistakes over and over. Dont let others that made mistakes tell you what youre art your music is, and start making your own history.

Stop avoidin judging and lets make some amazing music ya hypricotic f**ls

Tempo / feel: start 120 BPM, two-step swing (1–2, 1–2), brushes on snare, upright bass walking; move into a rawer stomp for chorus, then slow cinematic fade.


Ladies and gents, the band’s been blacklisted, the jukebox censored.
They whispered — that music’s forbidden.
But the floor remembers every outlaw step.
Tonight: the forbidden two-step. Turn the lights down, step up.




Two-step, boots on beaten floor, prohibition breath in our lungs.
Blues in the corners — a man hollers for a harp; a soul wails the truth.
We honor those voices: the raw gospel, the R&B that taught the world to feel.
From the juke to the backroom, the songs kept us moving while the suits counted risk.

Otis taught us gospel grit; the old records kept the night alive.



They said “leave it alone” — they said keep her safe behind a sinless sign.
We laugh and lace up — the music starts again.
Not polite. Not polite at all.



Come on — the forbidden dance is calling, baby, step into the light.
You said “leave Baby alone” — we say: come take the floor tonight.
You belong to rhythm, you belong to the dare —
We two-step through your lies and rip the velvet off the chair.




They tried to teach us silence: polite words, polished alibis.
“God save the queen” echoes in the windows while the city steals its youth.
Elvis crooned on the radio, the Blues Brothers laughed in a bad suit,
But the real history was in the bruises and the bootleg records we kept.

don’t confuse timeline — respect the roots. Black music built this floor. We owe it our step.



Oh Daddy, yeah — we spin her like a secret, keep the music near her skin.
“I had the day of my life” — we paraphrase the joy, the rebel grin.
No theft of story here; this is reclaim — the stolen beats returned.
When the lights pop up in ten or twenty years, will you still be hiding? Or will you stand and say you danced?



Come on — the forbidden dance is calling, baby, step into the light.
You said “leave Baby alone” — we say: come take the floor tonight.
You belong to rhythm, you belong to the dare —
We two-step through your lies and rip the velvet off the chair.


See the sheer stupidity of what you’ve done and keep doing —
Mope less, move more. Embrace. Build. Stop the hypocrisy, you fools who print the checks.
Sign up, show up, make the record — Fixed Records wants the killers, the real ones who make noise.
We two-step into the new world — the forbidden becomes the anthem.
Lights down. The band plays on. Baby takes the floor. We all had our time — now make it yours.


Sign up. Let’s make a killer.

Sign up. Let’s make a killer.

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Sings of time

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Breezeblocks x Take a Slice Slowed (+Mary Baka)

Len+Miku corpse dance slowed

Suck it up slowed

My sweethearts piano but its that one part of the song

☹︎ 𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙐 𝙁𝙧. 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙪 - 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙏 𝙐𝙋 - 𝙎𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝘿 ☹︎

Suck it up slowed

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