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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

The Train (Off The Rails Mix)

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