I saw the land in the evening,
Where the stars their courses go,
And every star, like a lantern,
Guided where the oceans flow.

It’s late afternoon, toast crusts on the floor,
she’s wearin’ fairy wings, shoutin’ “war!”
The dog’s wearin’ socks, the sofa’s a fort,
and I’m just a prisoner beggin’ for support.

She crashes down beside me, half giggle, half sigh,
Then outta nowhere:

“Was she scared of the sky?”

I blink — not ready, but I try to stay soft,
Say, “Nah, she loved it. Said the stars were her loft.”

She nods, grabs a banana like a sword,

“she would’ve joined, right? Been on board?”

Aye — she would've.
screens weren’t a thing, way back when
just parks, puddles, the canal path home then.

Now it’s screen time, to get your blocks in a row,
still late night cuddles to let you both know,
Know that I love you all the same,
The perls om my wrist carry your names.

Oi, do stars remember where they’ve been?

Well, yeah they whisper it through your skin.

threads between the stars, the stars you see
held her then, and now you hold me.

We climb the hill where the nettles still sting,
She finds a beetle, names it “Queen Wing.”

“Bet she would've laughed at that too,”

Aye, The same way that you do.

"think I saw you then, just another point of view"

Bet she sees us now, me and you

We roast marshmallows, she throws one to space,

“What happens to love when it leaves a place?”

It hums in your chest, with ache and grace,
It's cares out the rivers in a wethered face.

She don’t know she’s chasin' echoes through trees,
But she’s catchin’ more than the autumn breeze.

Is it okay to miss someone you never met?

Threads between the stars, the stars you see —
You held her then, and now you hold me.

She’s asleep now, curled like a question mark,
glow-in-the-dark stickers flickerin’ spark.
sit beside her, away the time ticks,
Watching some show on the Netflix

No selfies then, just magic spells
Tenby warm with whispering shells.
No book of faces, just rhythm and place.
Ours, yours, then and now.
Again, again - somehow.

A whisper, a song, a soft cheek pressed —
Two hearts humming, one thread in my chest.

So I write these songs like constellations,
connectin' the dots across generations.
She don't need to know how deep it runs,
She just asks the sky, and the stars respond.

Bright star!
would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores.

Threads between stars

"Dirty Cassette" is a raw confession from the fringe — a spoken-word/lo-fi rap ballad about love, addiction, failure, and the brutal poetry of being an unseen artist in a world that only wants the scream, not the silence before. Delivered in gritty verses by a male voice and lifted by a haunting female chorus, the song explores the cycle of being used, passed over, and still hoping for a spark. This is the anthem for every dreamer holding a cigarette, just waiting for a light.

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Dirty Cassette

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

Dirty Cassette

DJ Oracle

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