Atay In Space

"Je suis venue” is not a confession, it’s an apparition. Anissa Boualem arrives in silence, with no hunger, no pleading, just presence. The song weaves between Oran and Paris, between mystery and memory, with the delicate strength of a woman who walks in without asking, and leaves a trace that lingers like perfume in a closed room. Lo-fi meets soul in this spellbinding entry point to her double ballad.

Je suis venue

Racing through tunnels of light and danger. A journey where love hangs on every turn and the destination may not be safe but it’s worth the ride.

Lyrics :

Engines purr like silent cats.
Shinjuku lights burn neon flats.
Ginza curves bite sharp at speed.
Shibuya screams, the tires bleed (SKRRRHHH!)

Nani?! the sirens flash too late.
Kuso, we’re flying past the gate.
Akihabara’s glass explodes in glow.
Yoyogi wind cuts ice and snow (WHSSHHHH!)

Boost kicks in at Harajuku’s bend.
Kaneda’s ghost rides till the end.
Chrome snakes race through midnight air.
Kanda bridge hums, we don’t care (WUB-WUB-WUB!)

Ginza backstreets hide our trail.
Ikebukuro bends won’t fail.
Midnight Express, the city’s mine.
Tokyo roars past every sign (VRRRROOOOAAAARRR!)

Midnight_Express

Midnight Express

Club 27 is aZzma’s tribute to the fire and ghosts of rock. Psychedelic textures swirl while her voice rises like an invocation, calling back the legends who left too soon. She doesn’t imitate them, she embodies their spirit and proves that music keeps every name alive.

Lyrics : 

Intro:
Twenty-seven candles, one by one, 
Burning names that won’t be gone. 
A voice in static, loud and thin: 
“Rock keeps rolling, we never give in.”

Verse 1:
Jimi kissed the sky with fire, 
Janis broke her heart on the wire. 
Morrison rode the storm at night, 
Three shadows turned into light.

Chorus:
Light my fire, set me free, 
Kiss the sky, bleed with me. 
Piece of a heart, never gone  
Club 27 still lives on. 

Verse 2:
Purple haze still clouds the brain,
Whiskey prayers still call my name. 
Freedom’s just a word, they say, 
But music never fades away.

Bridge:
Jimi screams through every string, 
Janis cries where the church bells ring. 
Jim still whispers in the storm, 
Rock’s rebellion takes new form.

Final Chorus:
Light my fire, set me free, 
Kiss the sky, bleed with me. 
Piece of a heart, never gone  
Club 27 still lives on. 

Outro:
Names carved deep in sound, not stone. 
Janis, Jimi, Jim / never alone. 
The body fades, the song survives… 
Music makes the dead alive.

Lyrcist : aZzma ©

Club 27 (Live Version)

i disappear. is a dark 140 BPM acid cut where sound folds into silence. Lyrics whisper about fading between echoes, strobe lights freezing time, and the descent into a space with no drop. Industrial textures meet minimal bass, leaving only traces, like ghosts inside delay.

man on acid.

i disappear.

Already a known piece in Dark Earl’s world, “Purple Atlas” finds its place in the album as a map of shadows. Breakbeat pulses collide with ambient layers and darkcore weight, charting an imaginary terrain.

Purple Atlas

A fragile connection through telepathy. The nurse, meant to rescue, becomes the bridge to another chapter

Contact – The Nurse

Rif Kif Dubman’s unreleased demo Never Too Late. A raw Dub Breakbeat Trip-hop experiment, sarcastic in tone, hidden away until now and brought back through rare_version.

Atay In Space

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