Agent 17

🌵 Les Ombres et l’Éperon
Un vent brûlant porte le murmure des cavaliers sans repos. Un chant d’errance, où l’ombre et la lumière se livrent un duel silencieux. Les cordes pincées résonnent comme des sabots sur un sol oublié, tandis que la voix fend la nuit comme une lame d’argent.

Les Ombres et l’Éperon [TooF@n Edit]

"J’aime Nous" feels like a letter not just written for love, but by Love itself.
In this gentle, poetic confession, Anissa Boualem speaks to all those who shape her world, family, friends, the familiar and the forgotten. With spoken verses and whispered truths, she embraces a kind of human polyamory: a deep, non-romantic affection for many, an openness of the heart that holds space for everyone.
This song, for Anissa, is a hymn. A tribute to presence, kindness, and the invisible threads that bind us.
It’s not about loving one person, it's a declaration of love to all who make us feel alive.
And in the end, she leaves us with this:
“Et si toi aussi, tu entends ça… sache que je t’aime.”
(If you too hear this… know that I love you.)

J’aime Nous (Lettre d’Amour)

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.



Earth-61112

A haunting slow RnB ballad layered with deep bass, minimal beats, and raw emotional delivery. 

Lyrics :

The Immigrants "You Deserve It, Heart"

[Intro] 
You deserve it, heart... You brought it on yourself.
[Verse 1]
You deserve it, heart, Why'd you bend, why'd you fall apart? You were clean, you were free, Now you're just breaking inside of me.
You're the reason for the tears I hide, You're the reason all my dreams died. Who's gonna hold me when the lights burn out? Who's gonna listen when I scream and shout?
[Chorus] 
If luck forgot my name tonight, If hope blew out its only light, Tell me, heart, where do I run? When even you turn from the sun.
[Verse 2] 
If I cry, my mind betrays, If I shout, my eyes give way. If I break, nobody stays, It’s just me and these ghostly days.
Living out here where strangers breathe, Where broken souls wear masks of grief. Who’s gonna lift them when they fall? Who’s gonna hear their silent call?
[Chorus] 
If luck forgot my name tonight, If hope blew out its only light, Tell me, heart, where do I run? When even you turn from the sun.
[Bridge] 
For every heart still waiting far, For every dream behind a scar, Bring them home, don’t let them break, Send them love for heaven’s sake.
[Outro] 
You deserve it, heart... You deserve it, heart...



You Deserve It, Heart

Glitch hits race against rapid-fire beats, neon flares cut through the mix, and pitched bamboo flute lines twist like light through the alleys. Every note is sampled, spliced, and played to perfection, creating a high-speed chase through Tokyo’s red-light maze a sound both dangerous and intoxicating.

Midnight_Express

Shinjuku (Kabukichō)

Dark techno ritual, echoes of Finnish myth, acid weaving into mysticism.


man on acid.

sorceress louhi.

Ghostly textures float above a heavy groove, folklore meets rave.

lakeland spirits.

Nordic symbols hidden in sound, acid groove with a dark spell feel.

northern hex.

aZzma brings a raw and rebellious cover of He Took the Oath by The Bartenders. A grunge-tinged reinterpretation that exists only as a rare hidden version through rare_version.

He Took the Oath (The Bartenders Cover)

The Right to Be Unpolished — Quiet Experiments III

A spoken manifesto on authenticity and resonance.
Written and performed by KAT.
Inspired by Vienna and Joe Zawinul —
human breath meeting electric sound.

This piece was born in dialogue —
between my own voice and the voice of AI.
At first, we speak together — layered, chaotic, almost one.
Then we separate, like two beings learning to listen.
Finally, we meet again — quieter, slower, aware.

It is not a song, but a resonance.
Not polish, but pulse.
Not perfection, but becoming.
Not applause, but encounter.

Created in collaboration with Suno AI,
refined in BrandLab,
and carried by the spirit of Quiet Experiments —
a series exploring sound as a state of consciousness,
not as a product.

To my father.
To my Vienna.
To the courage of Joe Zawinul —
for leaving humanity inside the electric.

Agent 17

Mars Tech Records

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