Jazz!

My Hits on RepostExchange 2025

Indie die do

Funkey<3

Re-Ex Hit 33

Three Pictures (playlist)

KAMPIONE VAN SUID AFRIKA

2024 09 08 Song 986

Voice
Eri (Synthesizer V)

Lyrics
Jego

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #19 (2024 09 25)

Is boredom dangerous? (feat. Eri)

2022 05 04 Song 445

RepostExchange Best of the Rest Charts highest position #25 (2025 01 19)

2022 05 Jens

Funky blues (Instrumental)

2024 03 10 Song 872

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #12 (2025 01 29)

The failure (feat. Haruka)

2025 01 20 Song 1054

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #13 (2025 02 05)
RepostExchange Re-Ex Charts highest position #38 (2025 02 05)

Tired of life (feat. NYL)

2025 02 20 Song 1072

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #14 (2025 03 19)
RepostExchange Re-Ex Charts highest position #28 (2025 03 19)

Burn it down (feat. Ryo)

sakashima yokoshima happōfusagari

Midnight

Website

I Feel Empty Inside

No front
No fuss
Just facts
Old souls taught me
That’s how we last
No flex
No noise
No cap
Real ones move
Don’t talk
Just act

Yeah
Hands that build
Hearts that stand
Raised by grit
Not some Instagram
Much respect
To the ones who ran
On cracked boots
With a steady hand

No tamtam
No blah blah
They just show love
No rah rah

They ain’t preach
They proved
Built it slow
Moved cool
Didn’t post their pain
They held it down
No tarp
No proof

Taught me pride
With patched up sleeves
Fix it once
Then let it breathe
Cooked with soul
Talked with fire
No degree
But they climbed higher

Say less
They did
Show up
They did
Talk truth
They lived
That’s roots
No fibs

Hands rough
Minds sharp
Deep vibe
No filters
No likes
Just life
Old heads
Still wise
Still bold
No chill
Just fire in the fold
Where it counts
That’s where they glow
Solid like bricks
Soft like soul
Much respect
To those who stand
With open arms
And a working hand

Yeah they stubborn
But it’s earned
Didn’t chase clout
Just let it burn
They wrote history
By hand
So we remember
When they can’t

Their strength ain’t loud
It’s deep
They gave more
Than they could keep
Told me
Boy
Hold that line
Don’t bend
Just ’cause others whine

Earned respect
No handouts here
They stood tall
Through grime and fear
Ain’t no shortcuts
Just that grind
Planted deep
Like roots in time
Mmm
No cap
No show
No shine
Just truth
Just grit
Just spine

Mmm
Oh oh oh
No fuss
No cap
Built like stone
But gave with clap
Yeah
Uh huh
Roots still hum
From granddad’s hands
To kingdom come

Tamtam
Nah
We keep it calm
With sailor hearts
And open palms
Danke Pops
Yeah
I see you still
Up in my hustle
My fire
My will

No tamtam
Just rhythm
Just feel

Hands that fix
Hearts that heal
Didn’t grow up soft
But grew up real
Taught by storms
Walked through flames
Still laughed loud
Still knew our names

They ain’t say much
But meant a lot
Gave what they had
Gave all they got
Yeah
No tamtam
No fake vibe
Just soul deep roots
Still alive

Mmm
Oh yeah
They showed us how
To stand with grace
To live out loud
To hold the line
To walk that shore
With nothing fancy
But so much more

No blah blah
No fake flash
OGs movin’ quiet
With legacy mass
They made do
With less than scraps
Now we toast to them
No cap

Respect
Roots
Rhythm
Ride
No tamtam
Just real inside

No Tamtam

Cool Cat’s Cruise

C'est Ank Fa by The Mercury Sounds - Instrumental

C'est Ank Fa

Crumb the Cat

LOSE CONTROL

(Shift Mode an alternate take on my original vision, reimagined with new lyrics and vibe while keeping the heart of the chorus)

Somewhere between the dirt road and the stars,
your voice still lingers.
It’s in the wind through the pines,
in the hum of things we thought we’d forgotten.

Out here, the past isn’t gone,
it’s just playing on a different channel.

Backroads and frequencies…
where I can still find you.

Drop a⚡if it resonated or any emoji that fits your frequency.

Backroads and Frequencies - Shift Mode

A high-energy, infectious groove built for the dancefloor. This track fuses a driving, four-on-the-floor funk-house beat with a soulful, percussive guitar hook that you won't forget.

But listen closer, and you'll find a cinematic short story in the lyrics. "Dallas Night Run" is a "serious-funny" tale of a young couple's chaotic night out, escaping threats from all sides, fueled only by the defiant, joyful energy of their love. It's the sound of resilience you can dance to.

A track for the club, with a story for the soul.

GENRE: Funk-House / Hip-Hop Crossover / Alternative Dance

Dallas Night Run (Hip-Funk)

Made for the NI/lo-fi girl beat competition

Treecreeper

This is not just a song. This is a chapter.

The lyrics for this track are taken from a key scene in the unpublished novel "Hinter uns das Land" (The Land Behind Us). It tells the raw, unfiltered story of a young German refugee's "homecoming" in 1948 – not to a welcoming fatherland, but to a landscape of destroyed train stations, bureaucratic coldness, and the quiet, heartbreaking moment a lifelong dream is shattered by a single piece of paper.

Musically, this piece is a fusion of melancholic jazz, blues, and deep, weary spoken-word verses, creating a cinematic, "film noir" atmosphere for this tale of disillusionment.

This is the sound of a generation arriving home, only to find they are more lost than ever before.

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Das ist nicht nur ein Song. Das ist ein Kapitel.

Der Text für diesen Track wurde aus einer Schlüsselszene des unveröffentlichten Romans "Hinter uns das Land" übernommen. Er erzählt die rohe, ungefilterte Geschichte der "Heimkehr" einer jungen deutschen Vertriebenen im Jahr 1948 – nicht in ein willkommen heißendes Vaterland, sondern in eine Landschaft aus zerstörten Bahnhöfen, bürokratischer Kälte und dem leisen, herzzerreißenden Moment, in dem ein Lebenstraum durch ein einziges Stück Papier zerstört wird.

Musikalisch ist dieses Stück eine Fusion aus melancholischem Jazz, Blues und tiefen, müden Spoken-Word-Strophen, die eine cineastische "Film Noir"-Atmosphäre für diese Geschichte der Desillusionierung schafft.

Das ist der Klang einer Generation, die nach Hause kommt, nur um festzustellen, dass sie verlorener ist als je zuvor.

Scars on the Walls and Dust on the Floor

M.A.L.T.E.G.A. - 1-800 Get It In Motion (Ft Cliff Beechwood) (2025)

Lyrics:
in cycles and circles
chaos and order
life becomes dust
(and from the dust
comes life)

Chaos 
the creator
of movement
and motion
a dance 
with order
making rhythm 
seeding life 
(it brings death)

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos from order
random disorder makes energy
random disorder, random destroyer,
chaos in order
rhythmic disorder makes synergy
random 
(maha mahadev om shiva namaha)

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)

random disorder, random destroyer,
random disorder, random destroyer
random disorder, random destroyer
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos in order
random disorder makes energy

in cycles of chaos 
and order
we rise from the dust
to return after rust

consciousness 
is destroying reality
but its
imprinting us
reconstructing us

chaos
brings entropy
in cycles 
of random
disorder

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos from order
random disorder makes energy
random disorder, random destroyer,
chaos in order
rhythmic disorder makes synergy

random disorder, random destroyer,
(om namaha mahadev om shiva namaha)
chaos from order
random disorder makes energy
random disorder, random destroyer,
chaos in order
rhythmic disorder makes synergy

random disorder, random destroyer,

random disorder, random destroyer,

Random Disorder

starz (with minthaze)

2025 08 15 Song 1166

RepostExchange Best of the Rest Charts highest position #32 (2025 08 24)

Things we don’t need

Liquor Store (Travis Creamer Remix)

The Number

Kingston Jam

Werewolf

The Nashville Sound

If We Were Vampires

This page still runs on passion, but reality is catching up.
I’m unemployed, can’t afford promotion, and I don’t know how long this music will stay online.

If it gave you something – a feeling, a thought, a breath – you’ve already given back.
Thank you for listening. It means more than words.

Things we don’t need

Jego and the Androids