I like the flavour of the eighties I perceive here

I love the bass sound classic synth , nice production

Love how atmospheric this is! I’m an artist who creates music visuals, and your sound would look amazing in motion. If you’re interested, I’d love to talk about it.

SO YOU'RE...
Music by Overdrive

No Suno or other AI music generation platform was used in the creation of this track.

So You're...

Hole In My Heart 2.0

Without You • Future Chill Mix

Crossroads

Kapitel: Wie man verschwindet – ohne zu gehen.
Ich bin jetzt hier. Bauwagen. Ruhe. Heide. Aber keiner weiß, wie ich hierher bin. Alle sehen nur das Chillige. Dieses Draußensitzen mit Katze und Wind im Gesicht. Aber keiner sieht den Weg davor. Keiner sieht, dass ich schon Monate davor davon geträumt hab, obwohl ich nix wusste. Nicht woher. Nicht wohin. Nur: raus. Irgendwohin, wo nix mehr brennt außer der Himmel.
Vor ’nem Jahr ist was passiert. Hit. Richtig einer. 7 Millionen Klicks. Mehr, als ich selber je angeklickt hätte. Ich saß da, hab geguckt, hab gedacht: "Scheiße, das bin ich." Aber war ich das?
Das Finanzamt meint ja. Auf einmal Post. Ich, der seit zehn Jahren nix gemacht hat außer kaputtgehen, soll jetzt wieder was sein? Ein Produkt? Ein Steuerfall? Mir egal. Rechte sagen mehr als echte Nächte. Und ich hatte viele. Nächte, meine ich. Rechte nie.
Wo ich herkomm? Hamburg. Am Anfang war’s warm. Ehrlich. Wir waren leer, aber das war okay. Dann wurd’s Bahnhofsklo. Rotz, Tränen, Dreck unter den Nägeln. Leute, die gehen, ohne sich zu verabschieden. Straßen, die mehr wissen als deine Familie. Das war kein Leben. Das war ein Ende in Slowmotion.
Und ich? Ich bin raus. Nicht wie’n Held. Nicht wie’n Flüchtiger. Eher wie ein Flaschengeist, der zu lange da war, bis die Flasche platzt. Und jetzt? Jetzt bin ich hier. Nicht clean. Nicht dreckig. Einfach da.
Ich war da. Nicht hier im Bauwagen, sondern da, wo die Lichter brannten, bevor das Stromnetz gekappt wurde. Vor 6000 Leuten. Skapunks. 80er-Hit-Band. Keine Pappkulisse. Keine Selfie-Kultur. Das war echt. Und es war laut. Ich war mittendrin. Nicht als Zuschauer. Als Teil davon.
Und heute? Denken alle, ich wär vom Dorf. Weil kein YouTube die Zeit aufgezeichnet hat. . Nie Story. Nie Filter. Ich war einfach da – und keiner hat’s gespeichert.
Die Welt damals war keine Welt. War ein Zustand. Wie ein Stummfilm, den die Tonspur überrollt. Ich war drin. Ich war Stimme. Und dann kam Indiepop. Der Scheiß ging viral – und ich ging unter.
Aber ich erinnere mich. Blauer Augenblick vorm Horizon. Der Millionär, der keiner war. Applaus aus Stars. Echtes Licht. Echtes Schwitzen. Adlon. Limo. Hyatt. Der Raub kam später – nicht von außen. Sondern vom System, das vergessen hat, was ein Moment wert ist.
Ich war da, verdammt. Ich hab den Preis und hab ihn gesehen. Nicht den auf ’ner Urkunde – sondern den, den man zahlt, wenn man einmal zu nah am Echo war. Ich hab Limosinade geschlürft, Bruder. Und ich weiß noch, wie das schmeckt.
Jetzt? Jetzt chill ich im Bauwagen. Und weiß: Das war nicht „weg“. Das war nur ungespeichert. Aber in mir läuft das Tape weiter.
Tschüss. Absolut Tschüss. Aber nicht still...)

Die Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag um 10:00h



kolkhorst 2025
all tracks performed, composed and recorded, mixed and produced
by kolkhorst, summer 2025, out there in the east.
inspired by schimanski, winnetou and miami vice

danke murschel.

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Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

©Composed and Produced by Uli (uli-virtual-band)
©Lyrics by Uli (uli-virtual-band)

©Mixing and Mastering by Ulisses Nicolau Alberto Barros and Rogério Vieira


🎤 Presentation of “Uli – Bikes Are a Terror!” 🚲💥

Ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an anthem that proves life is made of falls, but also of laughter and persistence!

“Bikes Are a Terror!” isn’t just a song about not knowing how to ride a bike — it’s a delicious metaphor for how learning anything new can be total chaos. Who hasn’t tried something thinking it would be easy, only to discover that gravity has a sense of humor of its own?

Here, every wrong turn, every scraped knee, and every awkward glance from the campus crush becomes fuel to laugh at yourself and keep moving forward. Because, deep down, the message is clear: mistakes are part of the process, falling is inevitable, but getting back up is non-negotiable.

With verses full of irony and an explosive chorus of “Yeah-yeah-yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa!”, Uli reminds us that life isn’t about pedaling without falling — it’s about keeping at it until one day you glide with confidence and shout: “I did it!”

This song is an invitation to embrace the ridiculous, celebrate learning, and believe that perseverance always wins. Because, in the end, every fall is just a rehearsal for victory.

So, strap on your helmet, grip the handlebars, and get ready to ride this rollercoaster of sound. 🚴‍♀️✨ “Bikes Are a Terror!” — an anthem of hope, persistence, and of course, good laughs.

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

(Intro)

(Verses 1)

So my dorm-mate laughed at me, 
“Girl, I learned it when I was three!” 
I hopped on the seat, thought I’d slay, 
Boom—face-first, what a day.

I’m no athlete, never was, 
But they all keep sayin’ because: 
“It’s easy, don’t you whine, 
Riding bikes is super fine!”

Every try, I’m zig-zag bound, 
Like a circus clown in town. 
Crowds are watchin’, I pretend, 
But my balance meets its end.

On the campus quad, I stress, 
Never once a “bike success.” 
And my knees, they start to shake, 
Like I’m riding on an earthquake.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

(Verses 2)

I’m in a rush, like finals week, 
But patience is the skill I seek. 
Step by step, that’s how you grow, 
Not by bingeing YouTube, though.

Tutorial on 2x speed, 
Didn’t help my bike-y need. 
“Sit down straight, one foot, then glide…” 
Bro, I swear I almost cried.

Every try, I swerve and spin, 
Nearly crashin’ into him. 
Campus crush just walked on by, 
Saw me fall—yeah, I could die.

On the college path, I stress, 
Helmet hair, a total mess. 
Still I’m here, I won’t give in, 
One day soon I’ll ride and grin.

(Chorus)

No way, dude, this can’t be right! 
Reading manuals late at night. 
I can’t ride a bike—poor me! 
A total terror, don’t you see!?

Yeah-yeah-yeah, Whoa-
whoa-whoa, Yeah-yeah, 
Oh no! Bikes are a terror!

[Verses 3]

Raphaella said to me, 
“Swimming’s something I can’t do, see.” 
What if while I pedal fast, 
That thought hits me—and I crash!?

Okay, I get it, no quick trick, 
It ain’t magic, just physics. 
Grab a book, mechanics class, 
Newton’s laws will save my ass.

(Final Chorus)

Chill out, girl, don’t lose your vibe, 
Still young, enjoy the ride. 
Step by step, you’ll get it right, 
One day soon you’ll own that bike.

Discipline, persistence too, 
Pedal slow, the skill comes through. 
Once you learn, it’s locked for life… 
…unless I crash again tonight!

Uli - Bikes Are a Terror!

“To The End of Days” — the fifth release by Smashing Again.

Written, composed, produced, and performed by Michel Alioscia (guitars, bass, vocals).  
Drums by Matteo.
All instruments and vocals recorded at home.  
Mixed and mastered by Alberto Venturini @ Città della Musica.

Inspired by the raw emotion of 90s alternative rock — think Nirvana, Babes in Toyland, and Pixies — this song blends melodic warmth with grunge textures, capturing a moment of fragile joy and unspoken longing.

🎧 100% human-made — no AI used in music or lyrics.  
🎨 Graphic design: Michel Alioscia. 

© 2025 Michel Alioscia Mazzolini — All rights reserved.  
® Smashing Again

⚠️ Unauthorized use of vocals, lyrics, audio, or cover art for AI training, datasets, or generative modeling is strictly prohibited without explicit written permission.  

—

Lyrics:

TO THE END OF DAYS

Today is like a dream
I feel the sun on my skin
I lay myself on the grass
I hope today is going to last

I'm soaked in joy to the bone
Nothing can make me sway

Come on take my hand, I'm here now
Never leave your feelings behind, girl
We've always been best friends, remember
Shock me like a storm, that's long gone

To the end of days
To the end of days

What if I kissed you now
It makes me wonder anyhow
No more swifts unforeseen
All these plants are lush green

I'm soaked in joy to the bone
Nothing can make me sway

Come on take my hand, I'm here now
Never leave your feelings behind, girl
We've always been best friends, remember
Shock me like a storm, that's long gone

To the end of days
To the end of days

Come on take my hand, I'm here now
Never leave your feelings behind, girl
We've always been best friends, remember
Shock me like a storm, that's long gone

To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days
To the end of days

To The End of Days

Re:strung

Song by Beats Working UK taken from their most recent album 'Perspection'.
Written, arranged & produced by John Hardman for Swamp Music Productions.
John H - Vocals/guitars/keys
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Never Meant It To Be This Way - BEATS WORKING

Voice of the Water

Mon sapin de Noel

JOHN HARDMAN - singer, songwriter, guitars, keys, producer 
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WEBSITE: https://johnhardmanmusic.com
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APPLE MUSIC - NEW PERSPECTION ALBUM:
Buy single songs or whole of John's albums in lossless at https://beatsworkingukjohnhardman.bandcamp.com
John Hardman Cooked Oxide album - buy individual or full album lossless: 
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TWITTER: BEATS WORKING:  twitter.com/beatsworkinguk
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Never Meant It To Be This Way - BEATS WORKING

John Hardman - musician, writer, producer

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