Music is my therapy and refugee.

https://neekoo.bandcamp.com/track/pause

PAUSE

Seishin

Amelie

Psytrance  22.11.2025  Part.1   -  Chromatik Psy🍄

I love this beat I hope some of you do too. let me know please 🙏

Midnight Axis

“Between Ice and Fire / میانِ یَخ و آتَش” is a cross-cultural fusion that melts contrasts into music —
a sound where Nu-Disco groove, Ambient emotion, and Persian Pop soul collide under shimmering synths and Middle Eastern textures.

The track opens with a sweeping synth-pluck melodic intro, gliding through gentle electric guitar and warm pads and minor-key arpeggios, setting the tone for a journey suspended between two extremes: the cold distance of longing and the burning intensity of desire. As the rhythm unfolds, disco basslines, tight electronic drums, and subtle Persian instruments like baglama, darbuka, and ney intertwine, creating a vivid landscape that blends East and West.

Persian vocals carrying the emotional tension of the title — a love story that exists on the boundary where warmth and frost fight to coexist. The chorus blooms with cinematic energy, while chopped and re-pitched vocal fragments echo through the beat like memories breaking apart in slow motion.

“Between Ice and Fire / میانِ یَخ و آتَش” is a dance-floor dreamscape:
melancholic yet uplifting, nostalgic yet modern — a song where passion survives even in the coldest night.

Between Ice and Fire

By far

This is the Reminition  of my song "BLAKOUTT" this is the Album version. This is the official version of the song. Please like, Share&Follow. Thank you for all the support and love. means alot. May the high spirits be with you.

BLKOUTT (Album Version)

"You ignore me every chance you get."

© 2022 VANKAwave

"D.N.R. (beat by: Jvsper & KAAJ)" is an electrifying electronic dance anthem that delves into the profound emotions surrounding the conclusion of a relationship. With pulsating beats and hypnotic synths, this track propels listeners into a sonic journey of heartbreak and liberation. The lyrics encapsulate the raw intensity of a love once cherished but now irreparably broken. Seamlessly blending introspective verses with soaring choruses, the song embodies the juxtaposition of pain and empowerment that comes with letting go. As the title suggests, "D.N.R. (beat by: Jvsper & KAAJ)" serves as a metaphorical plea to end the resuscitation efforts and embrace the freedom that accompanies moving on from a shattered romance. It's an electrifying testament to the resilience of the human spirit and an invitation to dance away the echoes of a fading connection, brah!

LYRICS:
You know when we started dating
I thought that you were the one
We were so in love and happy
You and I had so much fun

But now everything has changed
And I can’t stand the sight of you
The thing that makes it even worse is
I can tell you hate me too

Because we always seem to argue
We’re constantly in a fight
It doesn’t take a genius to see
That this isn’t right

We’re about to roll the credits
And drive off into the sky
Our relationship is ending
But first let me tell you why

You ignore me every chance you get
I talk to other guys
We are verbally abusive
And communicate through lies

It’s obvious we’re over
Time for us to separate
The love that we had is dead
Please do not resuscitate

You ignore me every chance you get
I talk to other guys
We are verbally abusive
And communicate through lies

It’s obvious we’re over
Time for us to separate
The love that we had is dead
Please do not resuscitate

There’s no point in pointing fingers
You and I are both to blame
We are both victims and villains
In our psychotic mind game

Why did we let it go this long
Before we pulled the plug
This was addictive behavior
Dependency was our drug

Splitting up might be the first thing
That we’ve agreed on
I’ll be honest, I’ll miss you
But I can’t wait until you’re gone

Imagine what we’ll accomplish
Now that we aren’t together
What we had was more than toxic
And I’m glad that it’s over

You ignore me every chance you get
I talk to other guys
We are verbally abusive
And communicate through lies

It’s obvious we’re over
Time for us to separate
The love that we had is dead
Please do not resuscitate

You ignore me every chance you get
I talk to other guys
We are verbally abusive
And communicate through lies

It’s obvious we’re over
Time for us to separate
The love that we had is dead
Please do not resuscitate

You ignore me every chance you get
I talk to other guys
We are verbally abusive
And communicate through lies

It’s obvious we’re over
Time for us to separate
The love that we had is dead
Please do not resuscitate

You ignore me every chance you get
I talk to other guys
We are verbally abusive
And communicate through lies

It’s obvious we’re over
Time for us to separate
The love that we had is dead
Please do not resuscitate

D.N.R. ⏐ beat by: Jvsper & KAAJ

unloosed from why and wherefore

Full video || Mercy as a New Pattern || https://youtu.be/21xSI9LBDBo

This is what 134 BPM feels like inside a mushroom galaxy (4K Visualizer)
Enter the Liminal Stitch: psychedelic techno journey with fractal realms (4K)
Mercy rewrites the universe — hypnotic techno + trippy fantasy visuals (4K)

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
There are places in the cosmos where distance is a childish idea—where worlds do not separate by miles or years, but by rules. In those places, reality is not built from stone and starfire. It is woven.

And every woven thing has a seam.

They called the seam the Liminal Stitch, though no mouth had ever spoken that name aloud without tasting salt and lightning. Some claimed it was the hem of the First Sky, where the ancient weavers knotted existence to keep it from unraveling into the unlit. Others swore it was a scar left by a god-beast that tried to chew through eternity and failed.

In truth, it was neither legend nor lie. It was simply a boundary with manners: it permitted entry, but demanded a price.

On the night the Stitch opened, it did not tear like cloth. It bloomed—a slow unfurling of geometry, a flower made of angles too precise to be natural. The air around it became glassy. Starlight bent as if it had forgotten how to travel straight.

And from that bloom stepped a being who wore no name the way a warrior wears armor.

They were humanoid in outline, but no mortal blood ran in them. Their skin held the muted sheen of river-pearl under moonshadow, marked with delicate fissures that glowed faintly from within, as if their body were a lantern wrapped in living alabaster. Their eyes were not eyes so much as depths: dark irises stippled with drifting flecks of pale fire, like mycelium spores caught in a cosmic draft. When they blinked, the flecks swirled, rearranging into unfamiliar constellations.

A hood of thin, iridescent fabric fell around their shoulders, woven from the shed skins of auroras. It shifted colors not by light, but by intention—greens when they listened, bruised violets when they remembered, and a soft, solemn gold whenever they chose restraint over force.

They carried a thing that did not belong to any simple craft: a star-compass, broken and re-made so many times it had become a relic of stubbornness. Its casing was carved from dead moonbone—pale, porous, and cold to the gaze—etched with spiraling sigils that changed when stared at directly. The needle inside did not point north. It pointed toward repeating truths—patterns reality could not help but return to, the way a mind returns to a wound it pretends is healed.

Those who knew of such wanderers had a term for them, spoken in secret between planets: Mercywright.

But this one was not yet a writer of mercy.

Not yet.

They moved forward without hesitation, though the Liminal Stitch had a presence like a held breath. Behind them, the bloom of geometry began to close, folding in on itself as if embarrassed to have been seen. The air resumed its ordinary arrogance, pretending it had always been stable.

Continues on the website.


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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.