From pain into purpose, pure fire! ❤️‍🔥🦋🙏

Mikel’s Mix Vol.1:

Musidora Roux is a French singer, composer, and modern-day siren whose music merges electronic beats with a captivating sensuality. Known for her breathy, evocative voice and intimate lyricism, Musidora crafts songs that pulse with dark elegance, inviting listeners into a world where romance and intrigue intertwine. With roots in French chanson and a mastery of electronic soundscapes, her music flows seamlessly between beauty and seduction, with beats that echo Parisian nights and melodies that feel like whispered secrets.

Every track Musidora creates is an experience—an exploration of desire, mystery, and the thrill of the unknown. Her unmistakable style, blending haunting synths with her smooth, melodic vocals, speaks directly to the heart and senses, leaving an unforgettable impression.

Chocolat Encore

À Genoux

Future Me

Electric Nights Calling

Current Running

Reborn

Fault Lines

Sometimes It´s Better To Keep Silent (Ddha Qabra Remix) - Alexander Volosnikov

Hanging with Ted Warner in the studio and this came together last week. Fun project. Some sketchy trumpet sh*t also, I think it works. Hope you like it. Love & Respect
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Welcome to my kingdom
I'll make you a believer
Hold on to your spirit
Dance
Dance
Burn me like a fever
Climb a little higher
Don't let go of my hand
Dance
Dance

We're goin' all night
We're goin' all night
We're goin' all night

Our bodies in motion
The world is wide open
We're just gettin' started
I promise you
Our bodies in motion
The world is wide open
We're just gettin' started
I promise you
Our bodies in motion

Soak in the emotion
Like the deepest ocean
Hold on to your spirit
Dance
Dance
Melt me like a snowflake
Take me to a new place
Don't let go of my hand
Dance
Dance

We're goin' all night
We're goin' all night
We're goin' all night

Our bodies in motion
The world is wide open
We're just gettin' started
I promise you
Our bodies in motion
The world is wide open
We're just gettin' started
I promise you
Our bodies in motion

Bodies in Motion

Spell Me Out

there’s a UFO you gotta see it.
There’s a UFO come and see it
There’s a UFO out here in the sky 
Come on, you gotta see this guys 

there’s a UFO it’s over me, it’s 
Hovering right over me, it’s
a fuck‘n UFO I can feel it’s eyes 
eyes on me floating in the sky

UFO

floating in the sky 
above me

UFO

you gotta see this guys
they got me

UFO

time to say goodbye 
they got me
see ya 
it’s been fun… but they got me

guys… hello… 

are you there guys?



First drop of the new era.
Comercial Minimal is the sound of 3 a.m. when the lights go red, the bass hits like a heartbeat in concrete, and everyone suddenly moves like they sold their soul for one more kick.
Dark, sexy, stupidly loud and 100 % built to destroy festival sound systems.
Absolute sub pressure and razor-sharp synths that cut straight through the smoke.
ZEMANDAN 2026 has landed.

Comercial Minimal

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Welcome to Adi Music, where lyrics come to life, melodies speak, and emotions flow through every note. Dive into a world of passionate songwriting, exploring themes of love, heartbreak, adventure, friendship, and seasonal vibes. Whether you seek heartfelt ballads or uplifting anthems, Adi Music is your destination for authentic, meaningful tunes.
✨ What You’ll Find Here:
🎼 Original song lyrics & musical inspirations
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Follow Adi Music and let the rhythm tell your story! 🎵✨

Down - TRACK

Based on my demo track from a while ago, extended to five minutes for some longer grooving. Added female vocals in the later part.

Airborne Grooving | All But A Dream

Full video || Mercy as a New Pattern || https://youtu.be/21xSI9LBDBo

This is what 134 BPM feels like inside a mushroom galaxy (4K Visualizer)
Enter the Liminal Stitch: psychedelic techno journey with fractal realms (4K)
Mercy rewrites the universe — hypnotic techno + trippy fantasy visuals (4K)

Stream / download / buy ➜
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https://music.apple.com/us/artist/grass-patch-bum/1596136340
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https://soundcloud.com/grasspatchbum
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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
There are places in the cosmos where distance is a childish idea—where worlds do not separate by miles or years, but by rules. In those places, reality is not built from stone and starfire. It is woven.

And every woven thing has a seam.

They called the seam the Liminal Stitch, though no mouth had ever spoken that name aloud without tasting salt and lightning. Some claimed it was the hem of the First Sky, where the ancient weavers knotted existence to keep it from unraveling into the unlit. Others swore it was a scar left by a god-beast that tried to chew through eternity and failed.

In truth, it was neither legend nor lie. It was simply a boundary with manners: it permitted entry, but demanded a price.

On the night the Stitch opened, it did not tear like cloth. It bloomed—a slow unfurling of geometry, a flower made of angles too precise to be natural. The air around it became glassy. Starlight bent as if it had forgotten how to travel straight.

And from that bloom stepped a being who wore no name the way a warrior wears armor.

They were humanoid in outline, but no mortal blood ran in them. Their skin held the muted sheen of river-pearl under moonshadow, marked with delicate fissures that glowed faintly from within, as if their body were a lantern wrapped in living alabaster. Their eyes were not eyes so much as depths: dark irises stippled with drifting flecks of pale fire, like mycelium spores caught in a cosmic draft. When they blinked, the flecks swirled, rearranging into unfamiliar constellations.

A hood of thin, iridescent fabric fell around their shoulders, woven from the shed skins of auroras. It shifted colors not by light, but by intention—greens when they listened, bruised violets when they remembered, and a soft, solemn gold whenever they chose restraint over force.

They carried a thing that did not belong to any simple craft: a star-compass, broken and re-made so many times it had become a relic of stubbornness. Its casing was carved from dead moonbone—pale, porous, and cold to the gaze—etched with spiraling sigils that changed when stared at directly. The needle inside did not point north. It pointed toward repeating truths—patterns reality could not help but return to, the way a mind returns to a wound it pretends is healed.

Those who knew of such wanderers had a term for them, spoken in secret between planets: Mercywright.

But this one was not yet a writer of mercy.

Not yet.

They moved forward without hesitation, though the Liminal Stitch had a presence like a held breath. Behind them, the bloom of geometry began to close, folding in on itself as if embarrassed to have been seen. The air resumed its ordinary arrogance, pretending it had always been stable.

Continues on the website.


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Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwall.com
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https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0KcTUD3hmRdi1SUWd6VL
https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/
https://grasspatchbum.com/
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Support the tunes:
https://paypal.me/grasspatchbum


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Mercy as a New Pattern ㄟ(≧◇≦)ㄏ Trrrrrippy vid on youtube

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