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OsMan - Angels

God is DJ and the whole Universe is His Concert
“Don’t Fear God, 
  You Are God “

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The story of Lucid Plain starts with its humble beginnings as a YouTube channel in the
hands of an enterprising teenager. Bursting onto the scene in 2013, the Lithuanian
platform quickly built a reputation as an authoritative voice within the deep house
scene, its trusted curation introducing a growing community of listeners to a fresh
generation of talented record producers. Things continued to fall into place for the

brand as new opportunities beckoned, and in 2017 they unveiled a label offshoot enti-
tled Lucid Plain Records. Cranking things up a notch in 2019 following a brief hiatus as

its founder relocated from Kaunas to the United Kingdom, they enjoyed a surge in pop-
ularity, with a growing roster including long-standing signee Kean Dysso and fast-rising

Romanian beatmaker Felea Emanuel among those to amass millions of streams on
their releases, bringing them to the forefront of the European dance music scene.
Today boasting an expansive catalogue of more than 200 tracks ranging from dreamy,
lo-fi house arrangements to four-to-the-floor R&B flips, the label has continued to
reach new milestones, with the likes of OsMan, Darzhan Eduardovich and WTHD
among those to achieve major breakthroughs in 2021. With plenty more up their
sleeves and an attuned ear for tomorrow’s stars, expect big things from Lucid Plain!

"I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close."

 — Pablo Neruda (Sonnet XVII)