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Purle Atlas

When He Began To Sway [OldNEO Edit] is a mesmerizing remix by DJ OldNEO, breathing new life into Maladonna's timeless track. Blending breakbeat, house, and techno, this electrifying journey transitions through the eras of electronic music, starting with the 80s, evolving through the 90s and 2000s, and landing in today's cutting-edge sounds. It's not just a remix but an experimental odyssey for OldNEO, marking his triumphant return after years of silence. A bold fusion of styles and eras, this track invites listeners to sway between nostalgia and innovation.

When He Began To Sway [ OldNEO Edit ]

The Hill 
Verse 1 
Oh, traveler heading to The Hill, Let me warn you, stay still. When you reach that winding stair, Don’t you speak, don’t you dare.
Chorus Lord, why’s my heart so torn? While others sleep safe and warm, One’s at peace in his own bed, I stand guard, my soul is bled.
Verse 2 
Oh, traveler, shame on you, Coming, going, what’s it to you? Chasing gold and riches fine, But leaving your kin behind.
Oh, traveler, what do you see? Tell me what’s become of me? The Hill’s now swords that cut so deep, My love’s become a ghost to keep.
Bridge Let me cry, let me grieve, For the Hill’s girl who had to leave. She left me with no goodbye, The Hill’s her secret, left me dry.
Verse 3 
By the river, winding low, Down through Ohio Hill it flows. My claim to you, oh sacred stream, Won’t pawn or sell, no shattered dream. Up between the mountains high, I saw leaves fall, heard a baby’s cry. Fadel’s still young, the tale’s unclear, But the girl’s enchantment lingers here.
Chorus Lord, why’s my heart so torn? While others sleep safe and warm, One’s at peace in his own bed, I stand guard, my soul is bled.
Verse 4 
My love came back, but what to give? Only carpets for him to live. Friends all circled, they stood so near, But I still fight the shadows here.
Oh, traveler heading to The Hill, Let me warn you, stay still. When you reach that winding stair, Don’t you speak, don’t you dare.
Outro Let me cry, let me grieve, For the Hill’s girl who had to leave. She left me with no goodbye, The Hill’s her secret, left me dry.


"The Hill" by The Bartenders is a hauntingly beautiful track that seamlessly blends dark country and blues rock. With Johnny D.'s rugged yet soulful vocals taking the spotlight, this song dives deep into themes of longing, betrayal, and resilience. The track’s layered production evokes echoes of '70s rock ballads, reminiscent of the poetic melancholy of The Doors and the dynamic intensity of The Who.

lyricist : Johnny D. / From the heritage of the "Aita," a text inspired by Moroccan folk arts.

The journey begins with sparse, mournful guitar riffs and a rhythm that builds like an approaching storm. As the song unfolds, the instrumentation evolves, incorporating swelling harmonicas, brooding bass lines, and subtle organ undertones. The result is a cinematic soundscape that feels both nostalgic and fresh, offering listeners a timeless exploration of heartbreak and hope.

This single marks a bold artistic statement from The Bartenders, showcasing their ability to merge storytelling with rich musical textures. “The Hill” stands as a testament to the band’s versatility, appealing to fans of both classic rock and modern country-blues fusion.

The Bartenders on Youtube : https://youtube.com/@thebartenders-q8t?si=7jfAXMFZhWudPavV
"The Hill" on Youtube : https://youtu.be/A-pppCW7-IM?si=6cDpBAFnFBguIwU4

The Hill (Short Version)

"FKTML v.3" by RIF KIF Dubman takes his iconic track to new heights. While it may initially feel similar to previous versions, the artist sees it as a completely new transformation. This third iteration continues the journey of his signature bass and drum interplay, enhanced by unique sound effects recorded directly from the natural landscapes of the Rif mountains. A raw and organic experience where every sound resonates with the spirit of the region.

FKTML v.3

Wild Earl presents his groundbreaking new album titled "2070 Arabian Motor Man Playing Dangerous Distortion Game But Jumping And Enjoying Another Abstract Sunset Away At Ameder With Music". This ambitious project takes listeners on a journey through a futuristic, surreal, and emotionally charged soundscape.
Set in the year 2070, the album explores a dystopian world where humanity faces the consequences of its technological obsessions. Tracks like Arabian and Motor evoke the relentless hum of machines and the mystique of desert landscapes, while Man reflects on the human condition in an increasingly artificial world.
The energy shifts with Playing and Dangerous, capturing the thrill of risk and the tension of living on the edge, before plunging into the chaos of Distortion, where reality begins to warp. Game then pulls listeners into a labyrinth of choices, where every move carries weight.
The album’s emotional core lies in moments of introspection, like But, a pause between hope and uncertainty, and Jumping, a bold leap into the unknown. Tracks like And and Enjoying weave together fleeting moments of connection and joy amidst the chaos.
As the journey continues, Another opens the door to alternate realities, while Abstract and Sunset paint vivid, surreal landscapes of endings and new beginnings. Away offers a sense of escape, leading to At, the point of convergence where everything comes together.
The enigmatic Ameder stands as a symbolic destination, shrouded in mystery, while With and Music remind us of the universal bonds that transcend time and space.
Wild Earl’s "2070 Arabian Motor Man Playing Dangerous Distortion Game But Jumping And Enjoying Another Abstract Sunset Away At Ameder With Music" is a sonic adventure that challenges, inspires, and captivates, leaving listeners eager to explore its depths again and again.

Rider in the Storm

Martil Tango Experience

Tikchbila Tiwliwla est une chanson qui danse entre l’absurde et le sérieux, entre le rêve et la réalité. À travers des images décalées et des situations improbables, elle pose une question simple mais universelle : et si la vie n’avait pas besoin de toujours faire sens ? 
Avec son rythme entraînant et ses paroles intrigantes, Tikchbila Tiwliwla invite à lâcher prise, à rire de l’absurde et à trouver un peu de beauté dans le chaos du quotidien. Une chanson qui amuse, mais qui fait aussi réfléchir sur notre façon de vivre, de rêver et de chercher un sens à tout. 
Tikchbila Tiwliwla is a song that dances between absurdity and seriousness, between dreams and reality. Through quirky imagery and improbable situations, it asks a simple yet universal question: what if life didn’t always need to make sense? 
With its catchy rhythm and intriguing lyrics, Tikchbila Tiwliwla invites you to let go, laugh at the absurd, and find beauty in the chaos of everyday life. A song that entertains while making you reflect on how we live, dream, and search for meaning. 

Paroles: 
Tikchbila Tiwliwla 
(Couplet 1)
J’ai trouvé ma clé dans une boîte sans serrure,
Un pigeon me l’a rendue, il voulait que je jure.
"Promets-moi", qu’il dit, "de marcher à reculons,
Car le temps va trop vite pour les petits poissons."
Je croise un type sérieux qui vend des arcs-en-ciel,
Il me parle d’amour, mais il n’a pas de sel.
Dans sa main, une montre arrêtée depuis mille ans,
Il me dit : "Regarde, c’est ici que vit le présent."

(Refrain)
Tikchbila, Tiwliwla,
Un pas en avant, deux pas en bas.
La vie c’est bizarre, mais c’est comme ça,
On rit, on pleure et puis voilà.
Tikchbila, Tiwliwla,
Un chat qui danse, un chien qui dort là.
Le monde est sérieux, mais moi je n’sais pas,
Alors je chante Tikchbila.

(Couplet 2)
J’ai vu un miroir qui m’a fait un clin d’œil,
Il m’a dit : "Regarde, t’as du soleil dans l’œil."
Mais moi j’ai répondu : "C’est juste un reflet,
J’attends la pluie, elle sait mieux m’éclairer."
Un enfant m’a tendu une pièce trouée,
"Tu peux t’acheter un rêve", il m’a murmuré.
Alors j’ai fermé les yeux, j’ai compté jusqu’à trois,
Et j’ai vu que le monde dansait sous mes pas.

(Refrain)
Tikchbila, Tiwliwla,
Un pas en avant, deux pas en bas.
La vie c’est bizarre, mais c’est comme ça,
On rit, on pleure et puis voilà.
Tikchbila, Tiwliwla,
Un chat qui danse, un chien qui dort là.
Le monde est sérieux, mais moi je n’sais pas,
Alors je chante Tikchbila.

(Pont)
Et si tout ça n’a pas de sens, tant mieux,
Parce qu’au fond, personne ne sait ce qu’il veut.
Un pigeon, un miroir, un rêve ou une clé,
C’est juste la vie qui cherche à s’amuser.

(Refrain final)
Tikchbila, Tiwliwla,
Un pas en avant, deux pas en bas.
La vie c’est bizarre, mais c’est comme ça,
On rit, on pleure et puis voilà.
Tikchbila, Tiwliwla,
Un chat qui danse, un chien qui dort là.
Le monde est sérieux, mais moi je n’sais pas,
Alors je chante Tikchbila.



Tikchbila Tiwliwla!

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My swee† D∆RKИESS

a collection of late-night transmissions —
memories half-erased, love songs for ghosts,
echoes from places i shouldn’t have stayed.
this tape drifts between reality & reverb —
fast cuts, slowed heartbeats, everything distorted but true.

it’s not about leaving.
it’s about what follows you when you do.

produced, mixed & lost by phntmzn bR
co-prod by slaymor & slatypus

Purle Atlas

Mars Tech Records

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