20251026 MIX

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Underground Railroad (2025) 

A whisper becomes a weapon. A breath becomes a promise.

This song is a sonic patchwork of resistance, stitching together the threads of a modern human crisis with the ancient rhythms of this land. Imagine the determined pulse of Powwow Drums meeting the defiant groove of Latin Rock, while the cry of a Native American Flute echoes over driving Folk-Rock guitars.

It's the sound of communities operating in shadows, building a new "Underground Railroad" not with physical tracks, but with coded messages, hidden rooms, and unbreakable solidarity. It's a duet between fear and courage, sung in whispers and shouted in anthemic choruses.

They can build machines of fear, but they cannot control the ghosts within them. We are here. We are together. And we disappear.

Genre: Folk Rock, Anthem Rock, Latin Rock, Protest Song
Tags: #UndergroundRailroad #ProtestSong #FolkRock #LatinRock #Powwow #Resistance #Solidarity #NewMusic #SoundCloud

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Underground Railroad (2025)

Ein Flüstern wird zur Waffe. Ein Atemzug wird zum Versprechen.

Dieser Song ist ein klanglicher Flickenteppich des Widerstands. Er verbindet die Fäden einer modernen humanitären Krise mit den uralten Rhythmen dieses Landes. Stell dir den entschlossenen Puls von Powwow-Trommeln vor, der auf den trotzigen Groove von Latin Rock trifft, während der Ruf einer Native American Flute über treibenden Folk-Rock-Gitarren widerhallt.

Es ist der Sound von Gemeinschaften, die im Verborgenen agieren und eine neue "Underground Railroad" bauen – nicht aus Schienen, sondern aus codierten Nachrichten, versteckten Zimmern und unzerbrechlicher Solidarität. Es ist ein Duett zwischen Angst und Mut, geflüstert in Versen und herausgeschrieen in hymnischen Chorälen.

Sie mögen Maschinen der Angst bauen, aber sie können nicht die Geister in ihnen kontrollieren. Wir sind hier. Wir sind zusammen. Und wir verschwinden.

Genre: Folk Rock, Anthem Rock, Latin Rock, Protest Song
Tags: #UndergroundRailroad #Protestsong #FolkRock #Widerstand #Solidarität #NeueMusik #SoundCloud

Underground Railroad

Danser toute la nuit
Les lumières de la ville brillent si fort (Ooh, ouais !)
Rêves de néon Nuit électrique (Ooh, oh !)

Neon Nights

American Mirage (Dronecore Version)

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Hard, peak‑time techno meets a sci‑fi visual trip—zero talk, full immersion.
Warehouse pressure, hypnotic bass, relentless drive—lock in and ride.
Acid sparks + rolling low end = peak‑time catharsis in 4K.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Slow Name

Aethyra was not a place so much as a mood the universe remembered. From a distance it looked like a pearl bruised by starlight, but inside its forests the air moved with a will. Towers of luminous fungi held up the sky; rivers traveled as if they had thoughts about destinations; and mountains slept like old guardians who preferred listening to speech.

Legends said Aethyra had a Slow Name, spoken only by the world itself. The Slow Name was not a word, but a pacing. Those who tried to hurry it heard nothing. Those who stopped entirely also heard nothing. To hear it, a traveler had to move with the patience of growing things.

Orasha came to learn that pacing.

Orasha was Mirrorkin—tall and jointed like a reed, skin lacquered black as cooled obsidian, veined with slow‑pulsing lines of green. No one could mistake a Mirrorkin for a person of the common constellations; their faces showed no mouth, only a pane of reflective bone where gazes went in and did not return the same. Orasha’s gaze was kind. Behind that pane lived a voice that shaped thoughts into touch. A mantle of brittle light hung from their shoulders, and in the cradle of that mantle lay an hourseed: a small, living clock that grew leaves whenever Orasha kept still long enough for a single thought to flower.

On the third eclipse of the cerulean moon, Orasha stepped beneath the Violet Canopy and listened.

The world listened back.

I. The Gate of Amber Moss

The corridor between the first giants of the forest smelled like rain remembered. Caps the size of market domes leaned inward, each rim stained with amber moss that glowed as if lit from roots. Every step Orasha took awakened a chain of bioluminescent filaments, a path sketched in honeyed light that unraveled just enough to suggest a destination without confessing it.

The hourseed warmed. A leaf unfolded. Orasha paused and let it grow.

From the underside of a broad cap, a figure descended: a Kyr-monk, woven entirely of hyphae. It had four arms and no eyes, but its posture radiated welcome. The Kyr moved without touching the ground, buoyed on a cushion of spores.

You have the patience to let your clock grow leaves, the Kyr said without sound. The words arrived like damp wind. Then you may ask a question of the Gate, if you are prepared to wait for its answer.

“I am,” Orasha answered, by letting their mantle shift in a small bow.

The Gate did not look like a door. It was a section of moss that refused to show what lay beneath. Orasha knelt and placed both hands lightly upon it. The moss agreed to notice.

The world did nothing. Minutes went. A beetle with a glass shell tried and failed to understand Orasha’s reflection. The Kyr folded two of its arms, perhaps in prayer, perhaps in rest.

At last the moss sighed, and a seam the width of a breath unzipped. Behind it, darkness carried the smell of stone that remembered the sea.

You may pass, the Kyr conveyed. Remember: Aethyra answers slowly. Ask everything in the same rhythm you’d use to grow a garden.

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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.

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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.