"Body Like a Bugatti" is a high-speed journey through luxury, passion, and neon dreams. Fusing experimental dark synthpop with dance energy, the track blends brooding cinematic soundscapes, powerful female lead vocals, and sleek baritone harmonies. It's a reckless love story at full throttle — fast, glamorous, and dangerously irresistible.

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Body Like A Bugatti

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The Mind Palace

Love in the Key of You

Song about making my inner child proud after leaving home to live abroad for over a decade. After unlearning patterns, exchanging freedom with loneliness and reparenting myself<3

For the Girl

(Verse 1)
I can’t get you out,
I can’t get you out,
I can’t get you out of my head.

Round and round and round and
Round and round again,
Everything you said.

Feels like I’m trapped, im trapped in trapped, locked inside my head
Can’t stop the noise,
Can’t stop the noise,
Nowhere to hide.
(Chorus-climax)
My love….my love my love …I am a . Prisoner ohh no…my love…..my love my love I am a prisoner…I am…. a prisoner 
I’m stuck here….Stuck here every night.
My love….!
Nothing feels right. Oh help me!
Help me! Help me…my god help me….im hers…I’m fully lost
I am a prisoner…I am…. a prisoner….my love
(Verse 2)
Help me, help me!
Her eyes, her eyes, my god!
I’m prisoner…love me, love me, love me…
So beautiful…
Why can’t I break away?
Why does it hurt to stay?
I keep turning in circles,
But the night won’t let me stray.

(Bridge)
My love….my beautiful soul!
You are my all…!
Can’t you see! Can’t you see! So beautiful….
My god….look at her!!
So beautiful!
God…My god…look at her….dont you see how beautiful she is
Help me!
Help me! Help me…!
Get out of my head!
My love…oh my love…my love…
My love!!….
So special!

(Chorus)

My love….my love my love …I am a . Prisoner ohh no…my love…..my love my love I am a prisoner…I am…. a prisoner 
I’m stuck here….Stuck here every night.
My love….!
Nothing feels right. Oh help me!
Help me! Help me…my god help me….im hers…I’m fully lost
I am a prisoner…I am…. a prisoner….my love

Prisoner

Genre-fluid independent artist — music not monetized. Support here: https://paypal.me/WeaponizedI

The Puppeteer! "White Opal Edit"

There is so much wrong-
and far more to come before long,
.....and I can't put any of it right.
NO! I can't put any of it right.
.....Oh! I can't put any of it right.

I've believed that I might have
made a few more differences
in the whole of my long life.
But I've even failed to nail
the absolute safety of me.
I've failed to nail
the near safety of anybody.
And I still live in fear
.....in this so-called land of the free.

There is so much wrong-
and far more to come before long,
.....and I can't put any of it right.
NO! I can't put any of it right.
.....Oh! I can't put any of it right.

I've believed that I might have
made a few more differences
in the whole of my long life.
But I've even failed to nail
.....the absolute safety of me.
I've failed to nail
the near safety of anybody.
And I still live in fear
.....in this so-called land of the free.
.....in this so-called land of the free.

*

All I've really had is tears-
.....tears in increasing quantities.
All I've really had is tears-
.....tears in limitless quantities.
Failing.
.....Failing.
..........Failing to find hope.
I didn't know how to cope with
lakes of heartbreaking loneliness.
I didn't know how to cope with
lakes of heartbreaking loneliness.

Oh! I really need human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.
Oh! I still need human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.

All I've really had is tears-
.....tears in increasing quantities.
All I've really had is tears-
.....tears in limitless quantities.
Failing.
.....Failing.
..........Failing to find hope.
I didn't know how to cope with
lakes of heartbreaking loneliness.
I didn't know how to cope with
lakes of heartbreaking loneliness.

Oh! I really need human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.
Oh! I still need human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.

*

There is so much wrong-
and far more to come before long,
.....and I can't put any of it right.
NO! I can't put any of it right.
.....Oh! I can't put any of it right.

I've believed that I might have
made a few more differences
in the whole of my long life.
But I've even failed to nail
.....the absolute safety of me.
I've failed to nail
the near safety of anybody.
And I still live in fear
.....in this so-called land of the free.

*

All I've really had is tears-
.....tears in increasing quantities.
All I've really had is tears-
.....tears in limitless quantities.
Failing.
.....Failing.
..........Failing to find hope.
I didn't know how to cope with
lakes of heartbreaking loneliness.
I didn't know how to cope with
lakes of heartbreaking loneliness.

Oh I really need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.
Oh I still need human company
but humans have no need of me.
..... I'm aching for honesty.

I really need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.
I really need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
..... I'm aching for honesty.

Oh I really need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.
Oh I still need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
..... I'm aching for honesty.

*

I still need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
.....I'm aching for honesty.

I still need decent human company
but humans have no need of me.
.... I'm aching for honesty.

ACHING FOR HONESTY

Text:
(Verse 1)
Sie sagen, sie wär’n die neue Zeit,
Generation Zukunft, frisch und bereit.
Doch dann tritt einer auf die Bühn’,
und alle denken: „Was muss ich hier seh’n?“

Ein Echo aus der schlimmsten Zeit,
gespielt wie schlechte Schauspielerei.
Das Netz lacht laut, die Bühne bebt —
und jeder merkt: Das war komplett daneben.

(Chorus)
Keiner braucht den Clownkongress von Gießen,
keine Show aus ewig alten Krisen.
Sie sprechen von Zukunft, doch leben im Gestern —
und keiner nimmt sie ernst, nicht mal die eigenen Schwestern.
Keiner braucht den Clownkongress von Gießen —
wir woll’n Politik, nicht Karikaturen mit Friesen.
Die Welt brennt — und sie spielen Theater,
als wär’n sie Kopien von längst gefall’nen Staaten.

(solo)

(Verse 2)
Herr Baumann sagt: „Ein Clown, der Mann.“
Doch viele sagen: „Das passt doch in den Clan.“
Denn was wir sehen, seit so vielen Jahren,
sind Posen statt Lösungen, Schreien statt Klarheit.

Sie träumen vom starken Führerbild,
von Ordnung, die keiner wirklich will.
Sie kopieren, was andere Länder spaltet —
als hätt’ die Geschichte sie niemals gealtet.

(Chorus)
Keiner braucht den Clownkongress von Gießen,
keine Show aus ewig alten Krisen.
Sie sprechen von Zukunft, doch leben im Gestern —
und keiner nimmt sie ernst, nicht mal die eigenen Schwestern.
Keiner braucht den Clownkongress von Gießen —
wir woll’n Politik, nicht Karikaturen mit Friesen.
Die Welt brennt — und sie spielen Theater,
als wär’n sie Kopien von längst gefall’nen Staaten.

(solo)

(Bridge)
Wir woll’n keine Rückwärts-Revolution,
keinen Populisten-Marathon.
Wir woll’n Menschen, die Verantwortung tragen —
nicht jene, die nur laute Parolen schlagen.

(Final Chorus)
Keiner braucht den Clownkongress von Gießen,
keine Show aus ewig alten Krisen.
Sie sprechen von Zukunft, doch leben im Gestern —
und keiner nimmt sie ernst, nicht mal die eigenen Schwestern.
Keiner braucht den Clownkongress von Gießen —
wir woll’n Politik, nicht Karikaturen mit Friesen.
Die Welt brennt — und sie spielen Theater,
als wär’n sie Kopien von längst gefall’nen Staaten.

Wir sind die Zukunft — nicht ihr Zirkuswesen.

Der Clownkongress von Gießen

A simple lil cover from the new movie/musical La La Land, with my frand Daniel Gray

City Of Stars (La La Land)

DJ Oracle | Multi-Genre Music Producer, Songwriter & Festival DJ

If you hear it, I wrote it

My Focus:
Industry says: “Focus on one genre to build a fanbase.”
I say: “I’ll master them all.”

My writing isn't meant to be confined to one playlist category. Every moment is a mood, every lyric is a poem, and every song tells a story. I refuse to limit myself. Writing music across genres isn’t just a skill—it’s my passion. I have no desire to change who I am to meet industry expectations.

Genre = Mood
Lyrics = Poems
Music = Story

Where Am I Today?
I can write in any genre, any language, and on any topic. I have access to any instrument and can create with any vocal style—male or female. But at my core, I am a writer, not an entertainer.
I feel timid stepping in front of a microphone—exposing myself vocally is still a challenge. There are skills to master and fears to overcome before I record my own voice or perform live. But I am comfortable behind the DJ decks.

Where Am I Going?
As I navigate my place in the music industry, my goal is to split my music into three primary genres and sign with labels that align with each sound:

EDM – #SpinninRecords, #Monstercat, #UltraRecords
South Florida Country Pop – #BigMachineRecords, #CurbRecords
Everything Else – TBD

Next Steps for Me:
✔ Write daily and publish new music weekly
✔ Finish EDM albums: #IWantToDestroyYou and #AlicesSonicJourney
✔ Intern with an established DJ – @PhilHarrisMusic
✔ Start publishing behind-the-scenes content
✔ License a song or album to a record label or collaborate with an artist to expose my music and make money

I know social media is necessary, but it’s far outside my comfort zone. Sharing the creative process, the "sauce" behind the songs, feels vulnerable. But I also know that if I want my music to be heard, I need to open that door—even if it’s uncomfortable.

This is my journey. Let’s see where it leads.

#DJOracle #MusicWithoutLimits #MultiGenreProducer #Songwriter #FestivalDJ #EDM #CountryPop #MusicStorytelling

Body Like A Bugatti

DJ Oracle

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