BEEN TREATED A WAY THAT I WAS NOT EXPECTING.

HEARTBROKEN

Hope this gets a Placement for a documentary, TV or Movie.  Created on Friday the 13th...hmmm

LAST CHANCE

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NEVA GIVE UP

DARYL JAMES - NEVA GIVE UP

‘Soy Su Oscuridad’ is a powerful blend of Reggaeton and Latin R&B, where raw emotion meets hypnotic beats. This track dives into the complexities of love, passion, and desire — capturing the intensity of unspoken connections.

With its seductive rhythm and heartfelt lyrics, Emociones invites you into a world where darkness and emotion intertwine. Whether you’re vibing solo or sharing a moment with someone special, this song will hit you right in the feels.


Soy Su Oscuridad

SIGNS OF THE TIMES INST.

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🎧 Deep Siesta mixed by CHEF!
Lazulj el egy napfényes, délutáni utazásban, ahol a mély ütemek és finoman sodró groove-ok megállítják az időt. A mixben a deep house, minimal és chill hangzások találkoznak, hogy egy spontán zenei szieszta részese lehess — akár egy tengerparti pálmafák alatt, akár a város zajából kiszakadva.

☀️ 123 BPM – mély, de napfényes vibe
🔊 Válogatott trackek, hangulat-építés és CHEF! stílusú áramlás.
🎶 Egy mix, ami nem szól semmiről, mégis minden benne van.

🇬🇧 🎧 Deep Siesta mixed by CHEF!
Unwind on a sun-drenched afternoon journey where deep beats and smooth-flowing grooves make time stand still.
This mix blends deep house, minimal, and chill sounds for a spontaneous siesta of sound — whether you’re under palm trees by the sea or escaping the city’s noise.

☀️ 123 BPM – deep but sunlit vibe
🔊 Handpicked tracks, mood-building, and that unmistakable CHEF! flow.
🎶 A mix about nothing, yet it holds everything.

DEEP SIESTA 001.

Here She Comes

Bass Keep Pushing

Yo, listen up, this ain't no fairy tale, it's my hell in a cell,
Québec City streets turned nightmare, where the shadows swell.
I was slangin' pills, synthetics poppin' like fireworks in July,
Till these three beasts rolled up, eyes glowin', ready to make me cry.
First off, two giants, Jimmy and Johnny, built like tanks on paws,
Franky the runt barkin' orders, settin' off their jaws.
They in full leather, patches flashin'—Hells Angels, Raccoon City crew,
Bottom rocker "Raccoon City," top "Hells Angels," skull and wings too.
Spleen says "Shiva," diamond "0.1%," colors red and white blaze,
Bustin' through my door like T-Virus rage, leavin' me in a daze.
They knew every spot—under the floor, in the walls, behind the fridge,
Sniffed out my stash like pros, no mercy, no bridge.
Took all the chems, the meth, the tabs, the synthetic fire,
Left me with weed, hash, shrooms, opium—plant-based empire.
Counted my cash, precise as hell, snatched 10% for the Québec due,
Said, "Pay up or face the squirrels, punk—we watchin' you."
Feed the surveillance squirrels? I laughed, thought I was tough, no fear,
Ignored those bushy-tailed spies, sippin' my beer.
But oh man, they came back swingin', iced my porch with frozen spite,
Raided my pad, stole all the nuts, acorns gone in the night.
Woke me from dead sleep, cyan pepper blast to the face,
Burnin' eyes, chokin' lungs, squirrels dancin' in the haze.
Bling-wearin' rodents, chains and rings, aggressive as hell,
Jumpin' from trees, bitin' ankles, turnin' my life to a spell.
Public plaza attack, they swarmed like a furry storm,
Nippin' at heels, scratchin' arms, leavin' me torn.
I ran screamin' to the cop shop, beggin' for shield,
"Squirrels after me! Giants in vests! This ain't no drill!"
Babblin' my sins, admittin' the deals they never knew,
Local slanger spillin' guts, PTSD breakin' through.
Now I'm locked in this cage, starin' at walls that close in tight,
Refusin' to call it a dream, but giants and squirrels? That can't be right.
T-Virus twisted 'coons, enforcin' the Atlantic Union law,
Replacin' my poison with nature's high, leavin' me raw.
Yo, Jimmy's rage, Johnny's silence, Franky's sly command,
Turned my empire to dust, with a paw-print brand.
Squirrels in bling, watchin' every move I make,
Hauntin' my nights, keepin' me wide awake.
Québec City's fallin' to this furry regime,
Montréal city-state, NL joinin' the dream.
But me? I'm done, shattered soul in this pen,
Prayin' for peace, but the nightmares won't end.
Crazy? Yeah, but it's real—feed the squirrels or pay the price,
In this T-Virus world, where beasts rule the vice.

Local shift

snakes again

Composer/ Producer working hard to submit some music for Artists, Sports, Movies and TV Placements.

DARYL JAMES - NEVA GIVE UP

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