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FREE DOWNLOAD: Weus - Run Away (Original Mix)

So happy to finally share my Röyksopp edit with you all. This is one of my personal favorites, enjoy. Available NOW on my Bandcamp.

Supported by: Hernan Cattaneo, Nick Warren, Mariano Mellino, Martin Fredes, Peter Makto & more...

Buy here: https://matthewsona.bandcamp.com/track/r-yksopp-alison-goldfrapp-impossible-matthew-sona-edit

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Röyksopp & Alison Goldfrapp - Impossible (Matthew Sona Edit) [BANDCAMP]

Marten Lou live @ Nomadas Festival, Portugal

Bots Everywhere 2.0 (November 2025 Mix)

Ichabod, spacey, is like a crane to the same lane, driving headless to the races. Campfire to bed-cider, deconstructing nasal hatred. Your clit goes off on two speeds, getting fucked on 2C with no central sea on CC. The soul's loose-leaf, like Luca was to Lucy, medicine to disease. Antagonists ad-lib with a pair of double D’s, hunger for above average as we milk or bottom-feed.

I’ll skip entire feeds for a moment of privacy. No priors please. Cock P’s and clock your Q’s. Debauchery. C-notes are T-bones, leisure.  C-notes are T-bones, leisure.

Coming on speed, so erect, in love with oddities. I drop odd and sever ties and cup like commodities. Remedies are tragedies to un-fuck grief. Soaking in the poison UV with a connected IV. I photosynthesis for a frame on IG.

Godspeed on a crash-course feat. A passport speaks in tramp-stamps and trap beats in back seats. So classy, the cabby was a lease that don’t attract me. The window was a vista with music chairs trying to attack me. I hold the glove too tightly, like the glove-box boxed out the casualties and bender peaks. My curiosity is my ADHD, getting nudged so suddenly. My externals are hell-bent to make my internals sound like distant harmonies.

Neurodivergent

Your Palace (Fo'z Reinterpetation)

The worst feeling in the world is pettiness, there’s a closed sense of being obtuse, and that wasn’t the mood, the to and fro, like vertigo, we collapse the rows, zig-zagging I’m a saucer, I’m not in orbit to apostles, my stomach aches with wine grapes, battling sadists, and internal states, like two lakes, going ape shit, pen-ship kinship tin men splendid, prima donna you’re censored, it’s like I’m wishing to die, call it ready for life, I tip my wife off to a beautiful dyke, what we call toxic, is not in spite, but overstated weightage, of verbal baggage, I cut the cabbage no culture, looking for a vein, but there’s no puncture, you sub-culture, they sub-ruptures, you can’t substitute a heart that didn’t pay customs, the stamp wasn’t a passport, but a touch of your tongue, I cuss with custard, lust with a luscious absurd, I slur the terms, I pimp the curves, I hit the nerve to come unearthed, you said don’t curse, my discourse is a slutty little word that has you touching surface, the flesh is weak what you couldn’t keep, what a casualty, your imagination I seed with kisses, your mind offended with how fertile your sentence.......... nourish

Nourish

Habbeytak Bessayf (Tribal Mix)

Switch Blade

Don’t speak unless your words are more beautiful than silence…

Switch Blade

Fo’