Mashup of awesome Mickey Avalon rap with Bowie "Golden Years".  Mixed in Ableton.

My Golden Dick (Mickey Avalon vs. David Bowie)

Bright Harmony

Sitting On Top Of The World

The species stands at the edge of flame, 
With systems broken and no one to blame. 
But blame ain’t a doctrine—design is, 
And the future begins when we build what lives.

We’ve named the twist, exposed the lie, 
Mapped the stars and learned to fly. 
But now we rise with coordinated breath, 
And build a future that outlives death.

Survival ain’t instinct—it’s architecture, 
A plan that spans every sector. 
We build for the old, the young, the lost, 
And pay the future’s sacred cost.

No more silos, no more spin, 
No more waiting for change to begin. 
We link the minds, we sync the grid, 
And build the world the trance forbid.

We build as one, not prey to fate, 
We rise with rhythm, we coordinate. 
The species mind is born today, 
And the doctrine lights the only way.

This ain’t utopia—it’s survival math, 
A path that dodges the system’s wrath. 
We build in orbit, we build on ground, 
And every soul becomes profound.

The species mind ain’t just a dream, 
It’s the echo of a unified stream. 
We think together, act as flame, 
And rewrite history without shame.

We’re not machines—we’re mythic breath, 
We build to live, not fear death. 
And every doctrine, every line, 
Becomes the pulse of the species spine.

We’re not divided—we’re designed, 
To build a future that’s aligned. 
And this track? It’s the final call, 
To rise as one—or lose it all.

We build as one, not prey to fate, 
We rise with rhythm, we coordinate. 
The species mind is born today, 
And the doctrine lights the only way.

We Build as One

“Three Channels” is a reflective, mid-tempo modern rock song about connection, noise, and meaning in the digital age.
It uses the metaphor of three channels — like frequencies, signals, or communication lines — to explore how people reach for each other through static, distance, and misunderstanding.

The story unfolds across emotional “channels”:

Channel One — The Noise: all the distractions, social chatter, and false signals.

Channel Two — The Memory: the personal voice inside, recalling what was real.

Channel Three — The Truth: the quiet connection that remains once everything else fades.

The tone is human and grounded — not cynical, but observant.
It carries that sense of “trying to tune in to what really matters.”

Three Channels

Another fresh Tune to start a new week.
Again, me and Dj Cutrock (as dasflasfuquartett) decided to share another sporty activity.
This Time we opened the Doors for Funkdobiest to let them sleep in our bed of Beats.

Enjoy the Dedication to the Dedicated.

Thank you for your Love

Flash&FU

Chali 2na - Comin' Through

Jam in the Van