Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Release Date: 2025-01-24
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► Lyrics ◄

Run, release, play, take and bring
With the peace of those who have no evil
The extinct speaks louder
The extinct of truth
Barefoot
Walk without fear
Slow without the commitment
Smiling or crying 
Always with a good dream
'Cause I can do everything
Even if I crash to the ground

Kid without a cause
It is the will of being
Knowing the possible
For the impossible cannot be

Running through the streets
On the sidewalks of knowledge
It's a man who grows
Behold, the man is you

Run, release, play, take and Bring

The Water

Dark Orbit

Voice: DA-PHONk
Production: Dark Earl

A slow-breathing monolith of sound, Dark Orbit is the first haunting collaboration between DA-PHONK and Dark Earl, a descent into cosmic isolation, whispered fears, and broken transmissions. With DA-PHONk’s detached, ghostlike delivery and Dark Earl’s frostbitten synth layers, the track draws inspiration from 80s coldwave, analog space horror, and cybernetic melancholy. This is not a song. It’s a sealed pod drifting endlessly in the void.
For fans of: Gary Numan, John Maus, Boy Harsher, Carpenter Brut (on downers).

Featuring the atmospheric basslines of Midi-14, whose presence gives the composition a profound emotional depth beneath its minimalist surface.

Lyrics :

[Verse 1]
It’s cold in here
And the stars flicker pale through the cracks in the hull
There’s a shape out there
In a black suit, no face, floating slow past my window

[Verse 2]
Now the lights dim down
And I wonder what I’m doing in a pod like this
There’s a signal again
And just for a second, I thought I could hear your voice

[Chorus]
So now I drift on
Now I can think in the dark
About secret codes and failed scans
And things I just can’t comprehend
Like a soft beep at night
Or a ghost ping in time
I don’t think it ever reached you

[Verse 3]
So I opened the hatch
It’s the “crewman” I left in the airlock
“Just stay still”
A flickering shadow on the wall of the deck

[Verse 4]
You know I hate to ask
But are ghosts synthetic?
Only mine broke down
And now there's no one aboard

[Chorus]
So I traced back the echoes, the false logs and lights
And it hurts, and I’m empty
And I should never have called
And I missed you tonight
So I’ll disengage
You see... it meant everything to me

Lyricist : Dark Earl

DARK ORBIT


"Moins, c’est moi" is a poetic manifesto dressed as a lo-fi lullaby. Through fragments of story and soft-spoken verses, Anissa Boualem explores the strange beauty of choosing less. It's about the weight of things, the illusion of accumulation, and the quiet joy of space. Inspired by the minimalist philosophy, this song is both tender and sharp, absurd and wise a meditation wrapped in analog warmth. A whispered anthem for those who breathe better with less.

Lyrics : 
[Outro ]
J’ai connu un homme qui collectionnait des posters.
Des centaines. Mais il n’avait pas de murs.
Il disait : “Un jour peut-être, j’aurai l’espace.”
J’ai trouvé ça beau. Et triste.
Moi, j’ai préféré garder le vide.

[Couplet 1]
J’ai trop voulu :
des livres, des chaussures, des preuves,
des clés de rechange pour des portes qui n’ouvraient rien.
Et chaque chose prise… me pesait.
des clés de rechange pour des portes qui n’ouvraient rien.
Et chaque chose prise… me pesait.
Je croyais que plus = mieux.
Mais mieux, c’est souvent : moins.

[Refrain]
Moins, c’est moi.
Quand j’en ai trop, je perds la foi.
Moins, c’est droit.
Quand j’ai peu, je vois pourquoi.

[Couplet 2]
Un jour j’ai acheté sept réveils.
Je croyais que j’allais mieux dormir.
Je me suis réveillée… dans le silence.
Et là j’ai compris :
j’avais juste besoin… d’une nuit. Pas d’un bruit.

[Pont]
J’ai vendu mes idées… une à une.
Pas pour de l’argent.
Pour de la place.
Et dans cet espace,
j’ai entendu une chanson que j’avais oubliée.

[Refrain final]
Moins, c’est moi.
Quand je respire, c’est que j’ai froid.
Mais pas de peur.
Juste… moins de poids.
Et dans ce vide — j’ai trouvé ma joie.

[Outro]
J’ai tout réduit…
et j’ai grandi.

Moins, c’est moi

A fleeting encounter in Shibuya turns into a neon fever dream. Between LED moons and whispered kanji, beauty hides a warning. Each drop feels like she’s still there glitching between the vending machines.

Midnight_Express

Cinematic

Hypnotic acid sequence, eyes staring deep, repetitive and endless.

man on acid.

eyes like tunnels.

Machines chop the beat into vowels and glitches, a synthetic storm of bass.

Dr0pit

AI Blender

A minimalist lo-fi jazz poster in soft muted colors. View from inside a car, windshield framing a dreamy open road at sunset. Vintage grain texture, calm atmosphere, smooth lines. No characters, just road, horizon, sky reflections on glass. Chill and timeless mood.

Windshield View

Well no school, no work, no worries! At least for us making another track. But Mr. Grank is on a mission with his dirty pal Rusty. They encounter a mysterious phone booth in the park and Mr.Grank stops to make an important call to a long lost friend of his. What was the number though, the name? Address??? It is strange... Tubs, Fish tanks, Habitats, fire places... these things still have purpose in today's world... but phone booths? long lost friends? They fade into the background and slowly into the void. 
What is this lump in the phone book???
Another one of Mr. Grank's marbles! At least it wasn't all for naught. 

Lost In The Phone Booth Feat. Rusty

An alternative-rock piece blending lo-fi edges with a soft haze of feedback-kissed melancholy and that subtle shuffle-drive you only get from bands who mastered noisy sweetness. Mid-tempo drums and a warm, steady bassline keep everything grounded, while clean delay-guitars drift in and out like distant streetlights in fog. The vocals vary between calmly detached and energetic, letting the poetic and cryptic lyrics carry their own weight.



Amazon Music

Caged and Deranged

Modern relationships in the city where proximity doesn't guarantee intimacy, where technology amplifies anxiety, and where every connection trembles with the possibility of collapse. 

DARK ORBIT

Mars Tech Records