Ladat’s Support Jul’25 vol.1

Latest remix

LYRICS
I bust the windows out your car
And no it didn't mend my broken heart
I'll probably always have these ugly scars
But right now I don't care about that part
I bust the windows out your car
After I saw you layin' next to her
I didn't wanna but I took my turn
I'm glad I did it 'cause you had to learn
I must admit it helped a little bit
To think of how you'd feel when you saw it
I didn't know that I had that much strength
But I'm glad you'll see what happens when
You see you can't just play with people's feelings
Tell them you love them and don't mean it
You'll probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smile
I bust the windows out your car
You know I did it 'cause I left my mark
Wrote my initials with a crow bar
And then I drove off into the dark
I bust the windows out your car
You should feel lucky that that's all I did
After five whole years of this bullshit
Gave you all of me and you played with it
I must admit it helped a little bit
To think of how you'd feel when you saw it
I didn't know that I had that much strength
But I'm glad you'll see what happens when
You see you can't just play with people's feelings
Tell them you love them and don't mean it
You'll probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smile
I bust the windows out your car
But it don't compare to my broken heart
You could never feel how I felt that day
Until that happens, baby, you don't know pain
Ooh, yeah, I did it, you should know it
I ain't sorry, you deserved it
After what you did you deserved it
I ain't sorry, no
You broke my heart, so I broke your car
You caused me pain, so I did the same
Even though what you did to me was much worse
I had to do something to make you hurt, yeah
Oh, but why am I still crying?
Why am I the one who's still crying?
Oh, oh, you really hurt me, baby
You really, you really hurt me, babe
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Now watch me you
Now watch
I bust the windows out your car

bust your windows (out your car) ft. jazmine sullivan

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Get ready to celebrate! “Fiesta” is the ultimate high-energy dance anthem by producers Frank Abraham and Yan Bruno, featuring the powerhouse vocals of Argentinian sensation Sol Feige.

Packed with pulsating beats, infectious rhythms, and electrifying drops, this track is built to ignite dance floors and fuel festival vibes.

Turn it up, feel the heat, and let the fiesta begin!!

Fiesta - Club Mix

the eyes are so important when you look into anothers,you can be in love or dislike but the eyes tell a story Jigs Tripping Music and Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals are really working on originallity and different scapes,mixed vocals at ramrod studio in Sydney with Herman Covacs jigs tripping Art

Iris Eyes *collab Gary Hayward lyrics and vocals+Jigs Tripping music art

Little Did I Know (Ft Frank Zozky)

Spotify 

Takeover

Music, mix & lyrics Guiville
Vocals Yuliya Starova
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I wore my mirrorball smile,
Threaded in velvet static.
Feet kissed glass in a spiral,
While the DJ looped the dramatic.

Chandeliers blinked in Morse code,
Telling secrets to the sweat.
I was half a ghost, half glitter,
Haven’t found my other yet.

Every face a flicker show,
Every laugh a borrowed coat.
I swayed in place like the tide,
While your absence took the lead.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Waltzed with the echo and steam.
No one here speaks the language
Of the love that I keep in a dream.
Midnight spins like a scratched confession,
But nobody’s looking for me.

There was a boy with constellation freckles,
And a girl made of eyeliner smoke.
I touched them in passing like pages,
But the chapter never spoke.

Confetti fell like false promises,
A ticker-tape goodbye.
I carved your name in condensation
On the walls of a disco sky.

Velvet ropes and paper crowns,
Plastic hearts in lost and found.
I burned my name into the beat,
Still nobody turned around.

I danced through the ache in my arches,
Twirled through the blur and the beam.
No one here knows the hunger
Of the love I keep quiet and clean.
This is no fairytale ending,
Just a strobe and a fever dream.

Maybe love’s a myth in sequins,
Maybe it left before the soundcheck.
Maybe I’m the last believer
In a world of silhouette suspects.

I’ll stay ‘til the floor goes silent,
When the last bass note slips away.
Still spinning in that soft denial,
Like love was only a song they played.

No One at the Disco

"Degola a Gola" é uma continuação experimental da faixa "Guru 23", só que muito mais caótica.

A música foi inspirada na canção Revolution 9 dos Beatles e em álbuns como Araçá Azul (Caetano Veloso) e Ó Nóis (Romulo Fróes).

O processo foi basicamente garimpar rascunhos e ideias antigas do meu computador, distorcer os sons e montar algo novo a partir disso.

Degola a Gola

A REMIX OF ORIGINAL TRACK 'THE DESTROYER'
https://on.soundcloud.com/dlIQ99wJzpRgdNowDM
444 HZ


Amos 5:18 "𝑊𝑜𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑂𝑅𝐷! 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡."

THE RETURN OF THE KING - DESTROYER REFUSION

„Time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.“

Background: soft container crackle, steady rain on metal

"I am Cell B. Not an artist name. Not a metaphor. Just reality."

I live on a trailer site, deep in decay. Among rusted staircases, watering cans, and people who say they’re sick when they’re just tired. I’m sick. Really sick. I have B-cell lymphoma. And still — or maybe because of that — I’m here. Fully present. With Murschel, my cat. Coffee. Cigarette. And the rain, which hasn’t stopped for four days.

This isn’t a book about hope. It’s not a cancer guide. Not an emotional appeal. It’s a spoken memoir of reality, with music you can read to. 25 chapters. No storyline arc. No happy ending. But every line is lived.

Decay speaks to me. And I speak back. I found home in things no one wants to keep. And time doesn’t run — it just stands in the rain.

Schwellenwind. It begins now.

New episode every Sunday. You coming with me?

This is the full book — each chapter paired with one track of music. No publisher, just eyes and ears. No money, just time and sound.

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Intro-Folge: Schwellenwind – Kapitel 0

Hintergrund: leichtes Containerknistern, Dauerregen auf Metall

"Ich bin Zelle B. Kein Künstlername. Keine Metapher. Einfach nur die Realität.

Ich lebe auf einem Bauwagenplatz, mitten im Verfall. Zwischen rostigen Treppen, Gießkannen und Leuten, die krank sagen, wenn sie müde sind. Ich bin krank. Wirklich krank. Ich hab B-Zell-Lymphom. Und trotzdem – oder gerade deshalb – bin ich hier. Voll da. Mit Murschel, meinem Kater, Kaffee, Zigarette, und dem Regen, der seit vier Tagen nicht aufgehört hat.

Das hier ist kein Buch über Hoffnung. Kein Tumor-Ratgeber. Kein emotionaler Appell. Es ist ein Hörbuch über Wirklichkeit, mit Musik zum Lesen. 25 Kapitel. Kein Spannungsbogen. Kein Happy End. Aber jede Zeile ist gelebt.

Der Verfall spricht mit mir. Und ich mit ihm. Ich habe Heimat gefunden in Dingen, die keiner behalten will. Und die Zeit läuft nicht davon – sie steht einfach nur im Regen.

Schwellenwind. Jetzt beginnt’s."

Neue Folge jeweils Sonntags. Willst du mitkommen? Hier kommen Auszüge aus dem kompletten Buch mit allen Kapiteln und jeweils ein Track mit Musik dazu.
Kein Verlag nur Augen und Ohren - kein Geld nur Zeit und Ton.
Ich freue mich. Mein Geist freut sich über die Entkoppelung von Leistung und Geld und containert lieber. 
Fortsetzung folgt am nächsten Sonntag.

Kai-Uwe

kolkhorst 2025

Schwellenwind

(part one of two songs)

part II: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/gazing-at-lost-pictures

Pictures And Memories

i've hit the MAX 2000 I AM ALLOWED TO FOLLOW BACK. SORRY

It's a hobby now and I'm not active in the music thing, I have been writing electronic music for over 2 decades, my music has been on CD-ROMs, video games, independent productions, commercial speaker packages (COZO speakers of Japan), etc. etc. 

	I have been writing under a pseudonym, Kryptonic, since 1999.  I started writing my own original music starting in 1989.  With the increasing ubiquity of the Internet, I went from amateur to professional (used to get paid for it) in a very short amount of time. I specialize in electronica music, but I am not restricted to just that genre.  I also write orchestral, film, and world music as well as dance, EDM, trance, and everything in between.

I’ve developed these skills over a long period of time and long hours , my secret formula to producing and writing music is so secret even I don’t know how I do it to be honest.  It’s just an affinity, the grace of God and a lot of hard work and time. 

* sometimes it involves making a lot of mistakes and foibles but choosing the right mistakes somehow makes things work, it takes 10,000 hours to master anything and even then you're still accumulating knowledge and technique. That's approx 30 years of fiddling around. 

Sorry I don't get around to my Soundcloud page very often to read or answer comments and sorry for the inconsistent quality I can't mixdown to save my life. But every few weeks I get around to it.... Larry

THE RETURN OF THE KING - DESTROYER REFUSION

KRYPTONIC