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[DISMU015] Christian Blunck - Future Lost In Static

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"You Are My Live" es el nuevo single de Moreno Deejay, una pieza vibrante que fusiona lo mejor del House con una atmósfera envolvente de energía y emoción. Con una base rítmica hipnótica, líneas melódicas que despiertan sentimientos y un aura luminosa que invita a bailar, este tema se convierte en un viaje sonoro hacia la conexión más pura: el amor.
La estética visual de la portada, con siluetas abstractas bañadas en neón y colores claros, refleja a la perfección la esencia del track: un equilibrio entre romanticismo y modernidad, entre lo íntimo y lo universal. "You Are My Live" no solo es música para la pista, sino también una declaración emocional, ideal para quienes creen que la música puede ser tan poderosa como el amor mismo.


you are my live - moreno deejay radio mix

Ran Out Of Time

Psychedelic Music Video : https://youtu.be/FiU4FKbE_LE

I've been working on this one for a minute and put a lot of love into it.
This type of trippy psychedelics is what really gets me going.
I had a lot of fun working on this track and video! 
*Drop* hope you enjoy it!

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜ Where Spores Learn Our Names (;~)

Prologue — The Gate That Grew from Stone

The gate unfurled from a canyon wall as if a fern remembered how to breathe. Its ribs were glassy quartz shot through with ink‑dark filaments; under each rib, gills of soft teal glowed as though moonlight were trapped and happy about it. Spore‑mist slept in the hollows of the carving, drifting like a slow snowfall that refused to fall.

Naelith stood before it, a lank, luminous figure whose skin carried a faint constellation of freckles that moved when they did—a star‑map synced to pulse rather than sky. They were not born of flesh as we understand it; their body was a lattice of living crystal threaded with silvery hyphae, a humanoid silhouette assembled by intention more than blood. Their hair was a spill of fine mycelial fibers, each strand echoing the light around, sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes the color of wet slate. Across the sides of their throat, veils like the gills of a cap winked open and shut with each breath, reading the air the way others read ink.

On the gate’s surface, lines brightened into words, but not the kind that bind. A script of auroral curves rippled, and the gate spoke without sound: Enter, Nameless‑in‑motion. Let us practice you.

Naelith touched the rim. Spores awakened—an orchard’s worth of patient witnesses—and swirled to greet the palm. They tasted skin the way dawn tastes lake water, learning shape by contact. The stone sighed, and the gate parted.

I — Orchard of Singing Shadows

On the other side, night had learned to bloom.

Mushrooms rose on all sides, their caps like domes of pearl, their stems braided with runes so old even moss could only hum the chorus. Gills rippled under the caps in sheets, shimmering with teal and cobalt light. When a breeze pressed through, the gills sang: not a melody, but patterned breath, a language built from patience. Between the trunks, shadows kept their own council—and yet they moved companionably, as if eager to be stepped on.

Naelith entered the grove. Where their feet touched the ground, spores rose to nose at their ankles. Spore‑dust sparkled in nets of LSD lace—living veils that draped between caps like spiderwebs made from starlight and logic. The lace gave way with a clever rub, sliding apart into repeating motifs, each tessellation briefly recalling a past season: a winter where snow arrived from the wrong direction, a spring where flowers imitated bells and rang the fog awake.

Above, coin‑moths trailed through the trees, each with wings of frosted glass veined by aurora‑script. When they turned, their wings caught the orchard’s glow and flickered it into messages. One circled Naelith and hovered—the size of a small plate, eyes like patient citrine. Its wing veins pulsed, and a phrase formed: Your name is the space you keep between steps.

“Is that how the spores learn it?” Naelith asked, voice quiet to keep from disturbing the gills.

Continues on the website.


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Where Spores Learn Our Names | Trippy Mushroom Video @ YouTube

The Sound Of Rusted Gears

I attended my cousin's funeral yesterday. Despite her difficult childhood and youth, she was a cheerful, life-affirming, and very empathetic woman who was taken from her life and ours far too early by cancer. We will all miss her affection, her helpfulness, her encouraging and thoughtful manner.
During the funeral service, I was struck by the thought that we humans are like mayflies, ignoring or not wanting to acknowledge that the gift of life is very brief and very finite.
On the other hand, that's a good thing. How else would we cope with it?

This song is for Annette. Rest in peace.

Life and Death of a Mayfly

~:[ this is about the rainbow flag... and the new "pride flag" ]:~

L G B T Q  U  I  T
quit it!
why they tryin’  a change the rainbow?
anybody think’n people don’t  accept ’em
gotta know a rainbow is the natural spectrum 

all the colours 
all the time
every shade ever made 
all come together painted in the sky

there’s already one for you and me
and a way for each and everyone to be
luminous together naturally 
inclusive in the sky that everybody can see


L G B T Q 
I ain’t gonna plus it
and I ain’t gonna cuss it
But how many extra letters can I fit in my gusset?

sell the key we knew 
and we just might break it
respecting what it took to make it
and how many people shed their blood sweat and tears to wake it

up inside of you and me
the solidarity 
to show the world the meaning of community 

there were protests
sudden deaths
inequality 
there were sacrifices made to let 
everybody be free

have pride in the colours 
the rainbow’s got it all covered
don’t need no black and white to come between the lovers

the rainbow in the sky came after a storm
to make the world right and keep us safe and warm
to live in sunlight and free from all the norms
don’t let our balance with nature be deformed 

the rainbow in the sky came after a storm
to make the world right and keep us safe and warm
to live in sunlight and free from all the norms
don’t let our balance with nature be deformed 

L G B T Q 
I ain’t gonna plus it
and I ain’t gonna cuss it
but how many extra letters can I fit in my gusset?

sell the key we knew 
and we just might break it
respecting what it took to make it
and how many people shed their blood sweat and tears to wake it

up in sudden deaths
and I ain’t gonna cuss it
but how many extra letters can I fit in my gusset?

sell the key we knew
and we just might break it
respecting what it took to make it
and how many people shed their blood sweat and tears to wake it

up inside of you and me
the solidarity 
to show the world the meaning of community 

there were protests
sudden deaths
inequality 
to show the world the meaning of community 

there were protests
sudden deaths
inequality 
to show the world the meaning of community 

the protests
sudden deaths
inequality 
there were sacrifices made to let 
everybody be free

have pride in the colours 
the rainbow’s got it all covered
don’t need no black and white to come between the lovers

the rainbow in the sky came after a storm
to make the world right and keep us safe and warm
to live in sunlight and free from all the norms
don’t let our balance with nature be deformed 

the rainbow in the sky came after a storm
to make the world right and keep us safe and warm
to live in sunlight and free from all the norms
don’t let our balance with nature be deformed

rainbow (2025 release)

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Dj Nico - Domenica Mattina (Boevers shining star ed!t)

NEHES SEKHET [ ORIGINAL MIX ]

Whatever our future will be, we'll dance together.

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