HARAMBE (ft. J.Y.S.A)

Kon'ya wa yaru.mp3

🟢SPOTIFY RELEASED NOW🟢, I wrote and finished producing this in just one night. Some elements are rushed, but I'm loving it and will do a part 2 in time that is more polished. Lyrics are up on Genius! The song is supposed to sound bit-crushed and lo-fi in style.

PMO (PUT ME ON) - BINN-EE

Galactic Pulse

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1k2okH54xo

That one summer… the one that still plays on loop in your memory.

This ain’t just another love song.
This one’s for the real ones — the late-night convos, sundress moments, top-down drives with no destination but deep connection.

"Summer Nights" brings that laid-back R&B flow: smooth bars, honest lines, and melodies that hit different when the city gets quiet. It’s a grown conversation in the form of a song — about love that didn’t need to be loud, just real.

For the one who made time stop.
For the one who made peace look easy.
For the one who didn’t just show up — they stayed.

Press play. Drive slow. And if you ever had a summer like this…
Yeah, you already know what it is.

#RNB #SummerVibes #ShemaiahReed #Vibes #LoveSongs #LateNightAnthems #BestIEverHad #SummerNights

Summer Nights Master

They told us the right song would come.
That the great idea would just... arrive.

It didn’t.

Every time they try to write something new,
it feels like finishing someone else’s thought.
Or quoting a quote they never read.

Or maybe they did.

They’re not blocked.
Not dry.

Just… surrounded.

Ideas are everywhere.
And every single one of them
already sounds like them.

Kate hums a melody.

“Nice,” Ava says.

Kate sighs.
“Oh, that? Paul Anka and David Bowie liked it too. Back in ’68.”

This is Test 10.

It’s not about ego.
It’s not about fame.

It’s the question every artist, scientist, and over-caffeinated soul eventually asks:

When do I get to write that song?

Song: When Do I Get to Write That Song?

They told me the words would just arrive
But I'm still searching for a line alive
I stitch together threads so thin
Hoping to craft what's never been

A melody loops, a thought returns
The candle flickers, the midnight burns
A mirror of a mirror-so avant-garde
But no one's clapping in the avant-garde!

Is it derivative, or self-aware?
Does the art reflect, or just despair?
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not someone else's shadowed trail
When do I get to leave my grail?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

Am I a genius? A cliché machine?
Caught between fresh and what's already seen
Every rhyme's been claimed before
I knock, I knock-an unopened door

It's like I'm Sparks pretending to be me
A ghost chasing ghosts in a parody spree
How deep can recursion go, I wonder
Before it tears itself asunder?

The echoes mock, the halls repeat
Every step's another feat
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Recursive lyrics, my head spins on
When do I get to write this song?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

If "My Way" is someone else's way
Can I ever say I've had my say?
If every note's already been sung
Am I chasing shadows all along?

When do I get to claim my place?
To feel the warmth of their embrace?
Will they remember? Will they care?
When do I get to take them there?

Test 10: Is This Still Your Voice? (When Do I Get to Write That Song?)

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

A Murder in Madeira. It's nothing ground-breaking, but it's quite catchy.

This is our instrumental (nude) version of the song. The fully clothed one is on its way.

Credits
Guitar, bass and synths - James Pellatt
Drums and all things production - Aaron Morris

A Murder in Madeira (Nude)

This was originally an instrumental track and featured on my album 'Cosmic Waves'. I decided to produce a vocal version and put the original audio into Suno. I made poor Suno produce about twenty versions, all based 100% on the original audio. The only words I put in initially were 'Free Free Free'. Eventually I chose three versions, from which I could take sections to add to the original audio and then wrote some lyrics. I went through a similar process as before and found two or three sections I felt I could use effectively. I then recorded my vocals, mixed the Suno sections with the original audio in LogicPro and this is the version you have before you! I'm pretty pleased with the result so I hope you like it too! The lyrics are below.

Free 

As free as the air
light as breath
surrounds us
unshackled 

As free as the wind,
slipping through valleys
blowing over fields
untamed and unruly

As free as the ocean,
horizon-bound,
restless and infinite
its tides knowing no master

As free as the sun on a summer’s day,
glorious and golden,
spilling warmth with abandon,
answering only to its own rising

As free as a leaf in the wind
tumbling swirling,
destination unknown
answering to nothing but motion

As free as a mountain bird
wings stretched wide
soaring past ridgelines
never knowing a cage
never knowing a cage

Freedom spoken
freedom won
freedom 

Freedom spoken
freedom won
freedom 

Freedom spoken
freedom sung
freedom

Lyrics by Phil Hawker

Free

Fuckin’ Hate You

Feel the primal embrace of rebirth in "Womb of Light". 
Surrender to the inner glow, awaken your deepest peace, and let transcendent light fill your soul. 

Ideal for melting away stress during meditation, yoga flows, or late-night escapes. ✨ 

Ready to unfold? 

Share this with a friend who could use the healing vibes! 

#WombOfLight #Mantra #BrainwaveAwakening #SacredSoundJourney

Womb of Light

Hi, thanks for checking out my profile! 
I'm George, a DJ, composer, and songwriter with a passion for music that began back in 2000. My journey started as a radio DJ in 2001-2002.
I’ve been creating music ever since, starting with early versions of Fruity Loops and evolving with the latest tools and technologies. After a break, I’m back to making music and excited to continue crafting unique tracks that connect with listeners.

Let’s see where this musical journey takes me next!

Womb of Light

DJ George Provotorov

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