Morning Arabica Blend

A hypnotic and immersive track blending modern electronic sounds with the organic touch of Jules Nizar's wind instruments (flute, clarinet, trumpet). A sonic journey filled with mystery, introspection, and pulsating energy.

Zawal (ft. Jules Nizar)

BlueDay Jok reimagines his iconic track The Honeybee in collaboration with L0w Battery, creating a deep house masterpiece. This version combines the poetic depth of the original lyrics with L0w Battery's signature bass-effect vocals, delivering a haunting and immersive experience.
With hypnotic beats and a dark, atmospheric vibe, this track is perfect for late-night listening or deep dancefloor moments. Let The Honeybee take you on a journey through sound and soul.

Lyrics : 

The Honeybee

(Verse 1) The honeybee spoke, said, "I don’t trust no crooked man, No greedy hand to pull my wings, to claim my land." She told me, "Look now, child, and see the broken crown, A king that heals, a shepherd bleeds, but no word gets around."
(Chorus) Welcome, honeybee, fly high and free, Through the dust, through the trees, through the bones of history. Welcome, honeybee, oh, light on my hand, Sing your tune for the lost and the damned.
(Verse 2) Sing low by the river, by the roses and the thorns, Where the preacher’s voice is hollow and the gambler’s oath is sworn. Oh, mercy’s in the garden, but the field is soaked in blood, And the wind hums a sorrow no whiskey can flood.
(Chorus) Welcome, honeybee, fly high and free, Through the dust, through the trees, through the bones of history. Welcome, honeybee, oh, light on my hand, Sing your tune for the lost and the damned.
(Bridge) I asked her, "Why do your soldiers bow and break? No lies, no schemes, no poison in their wake?" She said, "I don’t serve no hollow king, no beast in silver chains, The weight of gold will drown a man before the flood or flame."
(Outro) The king may heal, the shepherd’s torn, The preacher prays, the thief is born. But the whisper in the fields, the fire in the sky, Says the honeybee lives, though the wicked may die.

The Honeybee

A warmer trance creeps in but don’t be fooled. The groove loops like a memory glitch, with echoes of 80s arcade dreams melting into distorted phonk patterns. Citrus-colored hallucination.

ORANGE

A stripped-down ballad about performing the most private self in public. A song about exposure, tenderness, and quiet resistance. “I sing so they won’t hear me too clearly.”

Sous la Douche, Devant le Monde

A gentle waltz suspended between dream and déjà vu. Like walking barefoot through memories half-remembered. Soft piano and cinematic hush.


Dans l'ombre

The Bartenders – “He Took the Oath”
Rare are the moments when Stephaan Rayes puts pen to paper. But when he does, it cuts like thunder in a silent town. “He Took the Oath” is a haunting dark country ballad drawn from dust, guilt, and ghost trails, written and performed solo by Rayes himself. His voice oscillates between a breaking falsetto and a deep, worn-out baritone a man both weeping and warning.
This song marks a defining moment for The Bartenders. Carried by stripped-back arrangements and emotional weight, it’s a spiritual successor to the old American lament yet feels timeless. Part of their upcoming debut album, the track leaves the door wide open for more stories in this vein: raw, true, and unforgettable.
Zachary Tali now behind the drums for good.
The rhythm section just got a heartbeat upgrade. 🥁🔥

LYRICS:

He Took the Oath
[Chorus - Refrain fantomatique] Ride, ride... Ride down that gravel road, The preacher’s gone ahead. Ride, ride... The preacher’s gone ahead, And we’re followin’ him slow, Oh we’re followin’ him slow...

[Verse 1 – The Oath Was Taken] He took the oath from our hands, Swore it in the name of the Lord. He took the oath from our hands, Gave his word, gave his word. Then he slammed his door shut, Kept the world outside. Turned away every neighbor, Left no soul to confide.
(Ride, ride... the preacher’s gone ahead)

[Verse 2 – Brother Turned Stranger] He was one of our own, Brother of blood and bone. But silver caught his eye, And darkness claimed the throne. He felt no weight in his chest, Took what he could and fled. No remorse in that heart — Just green dreams in his head.
(Ride, ride... the preacher’s gone ahead)

He Took the Oath

Artist: Baby Blue Gleam Genre: Deep House / Electro Ritual


“Aqisa” gets a dancefloor resurrection by Baby Blue Gleam, who turns the cursed legend into a pulsating deep house anthem.
Built on a slow-burning bassline, tribal percussion, and a looping vocal sample whispering "Aqisa... Aqisa...", the track captures the sensation of being chased by a ghost through smoke and strobe lights.
It’s seductive, tense, and spiritual like dancing at the edge of a cliff. Aqisa has entered the club, and she’s not leaving alone.


Aqisa

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Another Night

"Drive 80’s: Synthwave Escape" is a neon-soaked journey through retro-futuristic cityscapes, inspired by the golden age of 80’s electronic music. Created by Polish producer AURΔ (Krystian Gacek), this album blends lush analog synths, pulsating basslines, dreamy pads, and shimmering arpeggios into a cinematic soundtrack for night drives, glowing skylines, and endless summer nights. Each track tells a story — from high-energy outrun anthems to atmospheric soundscapes — capturing the spirit of synthwave, retrowave, and outrun culture. Perfect for fans of The Midnight, Kavinsky, FM-84, and anyone chasing nostalgia on an open highway. This is more than music — it’s motion, memory, and the magic of neon dreams.

Parallel Realms

Through a hollow dusk, a single breath drifts between unseen peaks — a whisper heavy with memories. The pulse is slow, inevitable, like footsteps fading into a fog that has no end. Each note coils around the air, trembling, as if afraid to break the silence. “Wind of Sorrow” is not a storm, but the quiet after — a sound that moves through you the way cold air moves through an empty valley, carrying fragments of what was lost.

ORANGE

Mars Tech Records