bubblegum and pals

Produced by andres (@androlav)
Written and performed by riley (@rileyhyland)
Released under Carbon Copy
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4th Carbon Copy Release (CC-ALPHA-Si04)

Lyrics:
I love technology
I love Pop music
I listen to it when I’ve got nothing to do!
I love my robot boy’s generated radio tunes
We listen to it when we’ve got nothing to do
We hate rock, we’re never in the mood
Cuz we’re too cute for that, for that!

I want to be your baby
Want you to be my boy
Be my robot boy
I want to be your baby
Want you to be my boy
Be my robot boy

When I hear pretty chords it makes my heart fly
I could listen on repeat up all night
Once I thought my robot boy was getting into Trance
I had to pull him out and give him a hand to the land of perfection
Cotton candy, bubblegum, land of inventions, yeah
We snuggle up night
Happier than ever
Yeah, Pop keeps us together, ‘cuz…

We love technology
We love Pop music
I love my robot boy’s generated radio tunes :D

robot boy

produced by andres

a message from the present

ipm001

androlav - proyección

androlav - hi life

Reuploading another OH classic. I'm not the original artist

OH - BITTERSWEET

A. G. COOK - I WANT YOU IN MY LIFE (?)

SHAKE IT TO THE 140

HD - Pink And Blue (A. G. Cook Edit)

This record is a dispatch from the event-horizon of existence—an auditory document of the universe at thermal dusk, rendered in the vocabulary of neo-trance and post-rave futurism. Its pulse is the afterimage of a cosmos cooling toward silence; its melodies are the last coherent patterns before symmetry collapses. Yet, embedded in the euphoric strain of its synthwork is the countercurrent: the quiet, insistent algorithm that refuses the final drift into equilibrium.

Drawing from ’90s/’00s euro-trance, cyber-trance revivalism, Y2K techno, glitch-techno, and J-trance, the album treats these genres not as nostalgia but as semiotic tools—interfaces for expressing cosmological tension. Breakbeat fractures mimic decaying spacetime; hard-NGR surges feel like energy flares from dying white dwarfs; hyperspeed arpeggios simulate the frantic last computations of an intelligence refusing cosmic stagnation. At times, the production approaches something like ecstatic austerity: maximalist in structure, but never indulgent; melodic, but sharpened to an edge.

TR33

(Verse 1)
Will I ever break free? This door stays forever locked.
No, but I'll hold you tight 'til our eyes eclipse the sun,
Drowning in crimson floods. I can't choose my end, so I'll chase death
'Til it turns icy cold. I killed my soul years ago—
What's one more pill? We're all adrift, alone.
Empty, ripped open, stuffed rabbits,
Head on the floor, candy-black gloss eyes,
Swallowing pills—will I ever flee? Will I escape this tomb?
Room 013, cigarette burns, broken scissors mend the scars.
White bandages veil the wounds, razor slices tongue with every kiss.
As she floods a fish tank with my blood—
Moth, she's bliss; I'm her shadowed death.
Wrapped in my arms, shattered but fused, weeping.
(Chorus)
In this raging internal storm, I love you.
Sex with the one, love the one in my arms.
Fuck me like your cherished whore, love me—
Hate? Never from me. Don't abandon me; I'd slay for you.
I'll bleed across it all, pray we perish together.
After I die inside you, you crumple atop me.
I love you, my cherished Black Moth—
You're everything I've craved.
(Verse 2)
Dripping tongues, wet thighs, quivering hips—
As you consume me entirely. Love, clutch me near,
Kill me? No, never depart. Only as I perish within,
I'll erupt when your inferno soothes my own.
I'll forfeit my lingering innocence, surrender my heart to you.
Empty, ripped open, stuffed rabbits,
Head on the floor, candy-black gloss eyes,
Swallowing pills—will I ever flee? Will I escape this tomb?
Room 013, cigarette burns, broken scissors mend the scars.
White bandages veil the wounds, razor slices tongue with every kiss.
As she floods a fish tank with blood.
(Verse 3)
Empty, ripped open, stuffed rabbits,
Head on the floor, candy-black gloss eyes,
Swallowing pills—will I ever flee? Will I escape this tomb?
Room 013, cigarette burns, broken scissors mend the scars.
White bandages veil the wounds, razor slices tongue with every kiss.
As she floods a fish tank with my blood.
I killed my soul years ago—what's one more pill? We're all adrift, alone.
Empty, ripped open, stuffed rabbits,
Head on the floor, candy-black gloss eyes,
Swallowing pills—will I ever flee? Will I escape this room?
(Chorus)
In this raging internal storm, I love you.
Sex with the one, love the one in my arms.
Fuck me like your cherished whore, love me—
Hate? Never from me. Don't abandon me; I'd slay for you.
I'll bleed across it all, pray we perish together.
After I die inside you, you crumple atop me.
I love you, my cherished Black Moth—
You're everything I've craved.
(Outro)
Dripping tongues, wet thighs, quivering hips—
As you consume me entirely. Love, clutch me near,
Kill me? No, never depart. Only as I perish within,
I'll erupt when your inferno soothes my own. We'll whisper goodbye,
But remember: I'll love you even if we falter.
I'll cling as long as breath allows, my love.
I'll forfeit my lingering innocence, surrender my heart to you.
Empty, ripped open, stuffed rabbits.545ms

Black Moth Lovers 2

This song came from a place in me I don’t open often — that quiet space where my heart whispers the truth I’m too shy to say out loud. It’s about that one person who changes the way time feels. The person who makes minutes melt, who makes you forget the world, who makes you feel alive in a way nobody else ever did.

I’ve spent a lot of my life in rooms where I felt like a visitor… where I watched the clock, waited for moments to pass, played roles that didn’t fit me. But then there’s that one person — the one who makes your whole body relax, who makes you stop checking the time, who makes everything feel natural, warm, effortless… right.

When I wrote this, I imagined the feeling of being with someone who makes the world slow down. Someone you don’t want to walk away from. Someone who makes you brave enough to live louder, love deeper, speak your truth, take chances you used to be terrified of. Someone who makes you stop surviving and start actually living.

This track is my heart admitting what my voice sometimes can’t —
that when you find the right soul, time bends around them.
It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t run.
It glows.

This song is for the people who feel too much, who love quietly, who hide their deepest feelings because they’re scared of the “what if.” It’s for the ones who finally found someone who makes them feel seen, safe, awake, alive.

It’s for the one person who makes you think:

“If forever ever finds me… I hope it’s with you.”

And that’s exactly what this song feels like to me —
a confession wrapped in melody.
A truth too big for a clock to hold.

— Shauna Hills♥️✨️❤️‍🔥❤️💫

TIME DOESN’T EXIST WITH YOU

ARTIST: VIRTUAL SELF
TRACK: PARTICLE ARTS
GENRE: ELECTRONIC

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Virtual Self - Particle Arts

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RBMA Pop City radio special
https://soundcloud.com/rapbus/pc-music-pop-city-rbma-mix

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Due to the outrageous amount of demands, I finally made my own version of the Sword Art Online opening Crossing field - a "pirate" edition.
I hope you guys are happy, now stop asking me to do a SAO piano cover.

HD - Pink And Blue (A. G. Cook Edit)

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