In the low light
On a long night
There's a new sound
Shaking the ground

(Pre-Chorus)
A shared look
The old rules shook
We're all in sync
On the brink

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Verse 2)
It's a strong pull
The room is full
Of a wild force
On a new course

(Pre-Chorus)
A shared look
The old rules shook
We're all in sync
On the brink

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Bridge)
We won't turn back
On this new track
This is the change
To rearrange

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Outro)
Something's coming
Something's here
Something's coming
The feeling's clear

In the low light III

Diamonds Are Forever

Golden Sunday

A dreamy blend of smooth beats and airy melodies, drifting between chill grooves and cosmic atmospheres. Perfect for late nights, beach sunsets, or losing yourself in thought

Echos [Expand Your Soul]

Sin wears my perfume,

Verse 1
There’s lipstick left on your alibi,
Sweet lies dripping like a lullaby.
You say confession, but your hands still shake,
Baby, heaven don’t forgive mistakes.

Pre-Chorus
I walk away, but I linger in the room,
Every sin you love still wears my perfume.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Verse 2
Ash in the glass where the whiskey burned,
You preach salvation, but you never learn.
You kneel for mercy, but you can’t disguise,
That you want the devil when you see my eyes.

Pre-Chorus
I haunt your sheets, I haunt your truth,
Every sin you hide still smells like proof.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Bridge
I don’t fade, I don’t wash away,
I stay on your soul like the price you pay.
Call it lust, call it doom,
Either way, it smells like my perfume.

Final Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, your halo’s gone,
You beg for heaven, but you beg me wrong.
Every prayer you make just blooms too soon,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Outro (smoky whisper)
Sin… wears my perfume.

Sin Wears My Perfume

Astrality.Tailor - Inside Out

Trapparappa joke crew, MBStudio and Magilla computer programming 

Il Valzer del Lattaio

I ain't forgettin', I won't forget (Cover UK)

MBStudio Magilla crew, Trapparappa drum bass and computer programming 


Alright, babies... listen up. The floor is old, the mirrors are steamed, but the dream... the dream is brand new. Studio 54 is flashin' upstairs, but down here... down here, we *make* the flash. So... let's find the groove. From the top. And... hit it.


Basement deep below the neon light
Mirrors foggy in the pale, yellow night
Floorboards creakin' with a tired soul
But the beat is hot, and we're takin' control
The maestro's voice, a low, steady hum
Says "Forget the tired, the new day has come!"
She's seen it all, from disco to now
Got sweat on her brow and fire in her brow


She claps her hands, a sound like a gun
"One more time, 'til the victory's won!
I don't see no pain, I see poetry!
So find the one, and then you'll be free!"


**Move your body!** (Move it now!)
Shake the dust down from the rafters!
**Move your body!** (Can you feel it?)
Let the rhythm answer all your questions!
From the soles of your feet to the top of your head!
**Move your body!** 'Til the past is dead!


Young bloods movin', a river of grace
Every turn, every step finds its place
Muscles burnin' with a righteous fire
Pushin' closer to their heart's desire
A young man leaps, a woman spins fast
Tryin' to make a moment, a feeling that lasts
Through the ache and the strain, through the doubt and the fear
The funk is the truth, and the truth is right here


She claps her hands, "Y'all almost there!
Put your soul into it, show me you care!
The spotlight's waitin', but first you pay dues
In the sweat of this basement, you find the real news!"


**Move your body!** (Move it now!)
Shake the dust down from the rafters!
**Move your body!** (Can you feel it?)
Let the rhythm answer all your questions!
From the soles of your feet to the top of your head!
**Move your body!** 'Til the past is dead!


The city sleeps... but down below...
A hundred heartbeats, steady and slow.
The ghost of disco whispers in the air,
A legacy of rhythm beyond compare.
She smiles a little, sees the future in their eyes,
A generation ready for their own surprise.
"This ain't just dancin'!" she cries out to the room,
"This is the power that makes the flowers bloom!"

**(Instrumental Break - A killer saxophone solo, raw and energetic, over a tight, relentless groove. You can hear the dancers' feet shuffling and occasional shouts of encouragement.)**

**MOVE YOUR BODY!** (MOVE IT NOW!)
SHAKE THE DUST DOWN FROM THE RAFTERS!
**MOVE YOUR BODY!** (CAN YOU FEEL IT?)
LET THE RHYTHM ANSWER ALL YOUR QUESTIONS!
FROM THE SOLES OF YOUR FEET TO THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD!
**MOVE YOUR BODY!** 'TIL THE PAST IS DEAD!

Move it... work it...
Feel that funk and don't you shirk it...
(Yeah... that's it... that's the one right there.)
The floor is yours now, babies... take it on home.

Move your body!

You're Gonna Miss Me

Music and keyboards, computer graphic&programming
and some noise...  work on Ableton LIVE, Synapse DUNE and Lennar Digital Sylenth and more Q 
"Music Held in Old Frames,
For Ears That Tame Wild Beats.
60 Years, 3x20 Brains –
Crafting Sound Since ’86."


Collab:  
Nikelodeon Opera
laquerciaJR. 
MBStudio91©
VersoSud
Nerocaravaggio

Magilla 
Trapparappa

make music make noise make happiness and destroy low budget woofers

Move your body!

mIrcOzio!