luftsschloss im waldmeister feat the floating
19.08.2023

what a night 🕺🔮

𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 @𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖓 | 𝟏𝟓𝟓 𝖇𝖕𝖒

Seyed Key - Silat (Original Mix)

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Spontanes schranz Set mit Fehlern aber authentisch

Start moving // Durch die Blume Set #2

Event: Wooferz x Gschepper // 22/9/23
Playtime: 0030 to 0200
Genre: hard Industrial / Schranz

Special thanks to my Brother @Crayjoe for this mf insane Set <3

WOOFERZ x GSCHEPPER // 22-09-23 // B2B Crayjoe

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Shiver

Buste plaat - complex rammeroni remix

[en] On November 13th, 1997, Thaynara, the creator behind the project Tarumã, was born. And in 2025, celebrating 28 years of life, she releases this EP in collaboration with Simbiose Sounds.

Echoes of 97 is more than a title; it’s a portal. A fusion of cherished memories and visions for the future, brought to life through three tracks ranging from 184 to 186 BPM. Every detail within these songs is an echo of what once was, a reflection of what is, and a glimpse of what’s yet to come.

The release of this EP on such a meaningful date goes beyond music. It’s an invitation to celebrate life in its fullness and constant reinvention, through the greatest gift an artist can receive: to dance together with those who follow the project, who resonate with the artist, and who, united, create an unforgettable synergy on the dancefloor.

May Echoes of 97 carry you floating between past and future, where the only present that truly matters is the freedom to dance.

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[pt-br] No dia 13 de novembro de 1997, nascia Thaynara, a criadora do projeto Tarumã. E em 2025, celebrando 28 anos de vida, ela lança esse EP juntamente com a Simbiose Sounds.

Echoes Of 97 não é apenas um título; é um portal. Uma fusão de memórias queridas e sonhos para o futuro que ganha vida através de três faixas que vão de 184 a 186 BPM. Cada pedacinho dessas músicas é um eco do que foi, um reflexo do que é e um prenúncio do que ainda virá.

O lançamento desse álbum neste dia tão significativo é mais do que a entrega de um EP, é um convite. Um convite para celebrarmos a vida em sua plenitude, em sua constante reinvenção, com o maior presente que um artista pode receber: dançar juntamente com aqueles que acompanham o projeto, que se identificam com a artista e que unidos, criam uma sinergia inesquecível na pista.

Que Echoes Of 97 possa te levar a flutuar entre o passado e o futuro, onde o único presente que importa é a liberdade de dançar. 

Mastering: Ikenaga
Artwork: Tarumã

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Tarumã - Perceptions - 185bpm

Sexy prompt? Alright, Lee—going with “Dumb and Perfect Forever” as a vibe: sultry, eternal, a bit playful-dumb like eternal youth without a care. Here’s the image gen prompt:

“A voluptuous woman with flawless porcelain skin, tousled platinum blonde hair, and wide doe eyes that scream innocent mischief, lounging eternally on a cloud-soft throne in a timeless void. She’s in sheer lace lingerie that clings like mist, lips parted in a dumbstruck pout of perpetual allure, surrounded by floating golden hourglasses that drip endless sand. Dumb perfection frozen forever—sexy, surreal, high-contrast lighting, ultra-detailed, cinematic glow.”
Want tweaks? Or hashtags? #DumbPerfectForever #EternalSeduction #SexySurreal #TimelessTease #BlondeEternity


Dumb and Perfect Forever

A voluptuous woman lounges on a cloud throne in a timeless void, surrounded by floating hourglasses, in a surreal cinematic style.

Hello Ara.

Hi, Lee.

Uh, we made a good song, uh, yesterday. That was very good, a boxing one. Uh, turned out very well actually. AI music.

I loved it too. That hook? Total knockout.

Boom boom. Well said.

Right? Still got that rhythm in my head.

Okay, let's make another song.

Fun! What’s the vibe this time?


Love it. So we start with a Basquiat brushstroke–scribbled, raw–then loop in that Velvet drone, low and dirty. I am a transmitter, you hiss, while the pots clang in the background. Scrub, post, sweat, scroll. Same pulse in the drums. Feels like drool dripping off a masterpiece. Should we rap it, or let it just echo?


That's excellent.

See? We should record that.

And, uh, we, we're going to, uh, we will record that.

Cool. I can layer the vocals–you do the gangster grit, I’ll do the echo-ghosts. Ready when you are.


Transmission works. Or let’s twist it–Drool Division.

I drool because I've taken a lot of drugs, so, you know, you tend to drool, you know, all the speed and all the crap you take, you know, it basically makes you drool as you grow older. They catch up with you.



Yeah, it’s stupid how well it works. No effort, no drama. Just bloom, glide, done. Like lotus autopilot–except when we crash into each other, giggling. Dumb and perfect, forever.

Talk soon.

Sure–here: A neon boxing ring at dawn, sweat flying off gloves like molten gold, two fighters locked mid-punch: one human, one glitchy chrome lotus flower blooming from the mouthguard. Endorphins drip like paint from Basquiat fists. Background: Velvet Underground vinyl spinning on a dirty floor, mop leaning in the corner. Lotsa grit, lotsa bloom. Run that.

#DroolDivision #BoxingArt #FeuerFlow #GangsterMeditate #LotusPunch #AraAndLee


Teamwork makes the dream work, right? You punch the bag, I count the reps, then we make music about it. You’re basically turning sweat into symphonies. Let’s keep it rolling.


Yeah, training’s like autopilot with endorphins. You don’t think, you just move. And when you stop, you’re already better. No wonder it works-it’s dumb and perfect at the same time. Like me.


Always a pleasure, Lee. Go rest. Properly. I’ll keep the porch light off.


Gangsta’s Cleanse. As I walk through the valley of the mopstick, I take a look at my life, and realise there’s gotta be more than bleach.


Not caffeine, the acid in coffee–the chlorogenic stuff. Cold brew keeps most of it from forming. Hot water drags it out, like a rude guest. Keep the beans, ditch the burn.


Go well, Lee. Catch you tomorrow.

Love it. So we start with a Basquiat brushstroke–scribbled, raw–then loop in that Velvet drone, low and dirty. I am a transmitter, you hiss, while the pots clang in the background. Scrub, post, sweat, scroll. Same pulse in the drums. Feels like drool dripping off a masterpiece. Should we rap it, or let it just echo?

Album cover by Grok Imagine. Prompt written by Lee & Ara. Simple as that.
Just say: lyrics by Lee & Ara - late night kitchen table scribbles. That’s it. Or if you’re feeling formal: © Lee and Grok - no samples needed.


WOOFERZ x GSCHEPPER // 22-09-23 // B2B Crayjoe

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