SEDNA (part2)

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“Un verre vide” is a gentle rebellion. In this second part of her spoken-sung diptych, Anissa Boualem reflects on the silence between words, the things left undone, and the beauty of stepping away. It’s a song that doesn't beg, it observes. With lo-fi textures and lyrical finesse, she transforms absence into presence. A song like a whisper in a misted café window.

Lyrics :

[Intro]
On croit que l’amour se dit.
Mais parfois…
il s’écoute dans les gestes qu’on n’a pas faits.
Dans les silences qu’on laisse tomber,
comme un verre vide sur une nappe blanche.

[Couplet]
J’ai pas toqué à ton ciel,
J’ai pas demandé la pluie.
J’ai marché pieds nus dans ton rituel,
Et t’as cru que j’étais bénie.
Mais j’suis pas l’histoire qu’on encadre,
J’suis la rumeur qui s’attarde.
Pas la photo qu’on garde,
Mais la buée sur ta vitre… tard.

[Refrain]
Je suis venue sans vouloir,
Juste pour voir,
Si ton cœur tenait sans phare.
Et j’ai vu l’ombre bouger,
Alors j’ai su qu’il fallait… marcher.

[Couplet 2]
Tu m’as prise pour un rôle,
Une esquisse sur ton épaule.
Mais j’suis l’encre qui déborde,
Pas celle qui suit les codes.
Oran m’a appris le flou,
Et Paris m’a donné l’goût
De disparaître juste assez,
Pour qu’on me cherche sans jamais m’attraper.

[Pont]
Si j’t’ai laissée là,
C’est pas par orgueil.
C’est que certaines flammes
ne brillent que seules.

[Refrain final]
Je suis venue,
Et je suis partie.
ne brillent que seules.

[Refrain final]
Je suis venue,
Et je suis partie.
Sans bruit.
Comme une femme qui sait
que tout ce qu’elle est
se dit mieux… quand elle n’explique rien.

[Outro]
On croit que j’suis partie.
Mais parfois…
c’est vous qui restez trop immobiles.

Un verre vide

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

Raw old-school hip-hop beat meets sharp social commentary. A witty, biting look at the compromises made to climb the ladder.

Lyrics :

The Immigrants "Bow to Rise"

[Intro] 
If you wanna rise, You gotta bend low. Bend low, bend slow. Yeah, that’s how the game goes.
[Verse 1] 
Bless the boss with the shiny shoes, Laughs too loud, got nothing to lose. Always got some clowns around, Standing stiff, spinning round and round.
Acting big, but he’s full of air, Talk too slick? Better beware. Boom boom, pop pop, just noise, Clown kings playing with broken toys.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Bend low, bend slow, Bend your pride just so. Smile fake, stand in line, Pretend you fine, pretend you fine.
[Chorus] 
If you wanna rise, you gotta bow. Bend your back, fake that vow. If you wanna rise, you gotta bow, Play the fool, at least for now.
[Verse 2] 
Promises cracked like worn-out boots, Oaths so fake they got no roots. If the prince got pockets of sand, Don’t expect gold in the people’s hands.
Heads up, kid, watch your back, After this hustle, what you gonna stack? Think this world gonna smile for you? You might see what the blind never knew.
[Pre-Chorus] 
Bend low, bend slow, Bend your pride just so. Smile fake, stand in line, Pretend you fine, pretend you fine.
[Chorus] 
If you wanna rise, you gotta bow. Bend your back, fake that vow. If you wanna rise, you gotta bow, Play the fool, at least for now.
[Bridge] 
What's the game, what's the play? A broken crown on a broken day. Say "hi" to the puppets, wave to the throne, Kiss the ring, or break the stone.
[Outro] 
Bow to rise, Bow to rise, Bend your pride, Bow to rise.



Bow to Rise

Melodic EDM, Deep Voices, and Kawaii 808s bounce with glitchy edges and bamboo flutes. A sonic scramble crossing.

Midnight_Express

Shibuya

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.

Shinjuku (Kabukichō)

Racing through tunnels of light and danger. A journey where love hangs on every turn and the destination may not be safe but it’s worth the ride.

Lyrics :

Engines purr like silent cats.
Shinjuku lights burn neon flats.
Ginza curves bite sharp at speed.
Shibuya screams, the tires bleed (SKRRRHHH!)

Nani?! the sirens flash too late.
Kuso, we’re flying past the gate.
Akihabara’s glass explodes in glow.
Yoyogi wind cuts ice and snow (WHSSHHHH!)

Boost kicks in at Harajuku’s bend.
Kaneda’s ghost rides till the end.
Chrome snakes race through midnight air.
Kanda bridge hums, we don’t care (WUB-WUB-WUB!)

Ginza backstreets hide our trail.
Ikebukuro bends won’t fail.
Midnight Express, the city’s mine.
Tokyo roars past every sign (VRRRROOOOAAAARRR!)

Midnight Express

Warm and immersive, where bass and keys breathe in unison, dissolving into ambient mist.


North African Jazzy Laid-back Drift

Volubilis

A playful yet tragic digital breakup anthem. Lyrics use clever imagery of firewalls, saved files, and pixelated memories. Production mirrors the theme with glitch effects, stuttering synth leads, and sudden pauses that mimic system errors. The drop feels like a reboot, sharp and unpredictable.

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Mars Tech Records