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JAYZART

jayzart-cosmic gateway (OUT NOW)

This track is about consciously letting go of negative thoughts, people, and emotions. The song is about stepping away from what isn’t good for you, to think clearly again and choose your own path.


Shutting Down

90s Boom Bap Chill Jazz x LoFi Type Beat - "Polite Streets"

Between pulse and stillness, sonic rain falls — the sound of a soul remembering how to begin again
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LYRICS:
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sonic rain 
soft horizon
somethin' hums 
wiithout sound
in-between 

in-between 
it remembers
what it feels like 
to drown

still breathing 
but nobody here
still thinking 
but not quite clear
half a second 
stretched to years
half a life 
behind the ears

everything slows 
a kind of prayer
everything blurs 

-still there

pulse 
in the ether 
cold light calling
crossfade heaven 
borderland crawling
face in the mirror 
mirror so thin
she keeps leaving 
stay within

border breathes without a name
the echos touch the ghost of flame

the tunnel rests
it holds the light
caught between 
the wrong and right

right— right— right
right— right
right— right

voices offer 
nothing sweet
just the sound 
steady heartbeat
turning back 
would lose a name
moving forward 
feels the same

every door leads 
nowhere new
one step forward 
the self breaks through

through— through

through— through— through

through— through

someone’s watching 
through the noise
counting stars 
that never come

folded hands 
of broken time
ghosts trade silence 
tomorrow's rhyme

heartbeat echo 
zero to one
halfway gone 
halfway undone
speak in numbers 
sleep in code
memory burns 
but never explodes

not alive / not dead / just scanning
words fall through / no / no landing
she drifts / he drifts / he drifts
he drifts / they drift
their borders bend and shift—

system trembling / walls of glass
voices merge / then slowly pass
no return / no resurrection
just reflection of reflection

left or light 
fade or fight
both the end 
and what’s inside

both the breath and what has died...

borderland breathing 
one last time

decide-
or stay divine

decide-
or stay

stay— stay— stay— stay
stay— stay— stay— stay
stay— stay— stay— stay
stay— stay— stay— stay

stay

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SONIC RAIN

IT - Un altro frammento dalla mente di Mr. Bandit.
Non voleva venire. Odiava i parchi a tema.
Poi Lady Odio gli ha preso la mano… e il resto è storia.
Baile funk + phonk sporco + vibe da “ok, ma solo perché sei tu". 

ENG - Another memory shard from Mr. Bandit’s brain.
He hates theme parks. Truly.
But then Lady Odio grabbed his hand… and he couldn’t say no anymore.
Baile funk energy twisted with dirty phonk and a “fine, but only for you” mood.
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{
  "module_id": "MRBANDIT_DIARY_009",
  "title": "Carnevale – La Faccia Che Mi Spegne Ogni Difesa",
  "context": {
    "setting": "Pomeriggio di Carnevale. Strade umide, cielo grigio e luci colorate che provano a sembrare festa.",
    "scene": "Lady Odio è incollata al mio fianco. Capelli tinti di blu, guancia dipinta da piccolo diavoletto. Mi guarda dal basso con il broncio più calcolato dell’universo. Siamo fermi vicino alla fermata del tram. Lei vuole il Luna Park. Io no.",
    "bandit_state": "La sua vicinanza mi manda in tilt. Non capisco se è calore umano o solo sovraccarico. Ogni volta che prova quella faccia… qualcosa in me smette di opporsi. Non so se è affetto, malfunzionamento o entrambe le cose."
  },
  "instructions_for_gpt": {
    "voice": "prima persona, log emotivo di MR.BANDIT.",
    "tone": "osservativo, confuso, malinconico e un po' ironico",
    "rules": [
      "Bandit non parla mai",
      "Lady Odio usa frasi brevi ITA + un po’ PT + un accenno JP",
      "mettere al centro il contatto fisico e il broncio",
      "mostrare il conflitto tra volontà e obbedienza affettiva",
      "chiudere con una frase finale in corsivo"
    ]
  },
  "story_request": "Scrivi ora un estratto di diario in cui MR.BANDIT registra il momento in cui Lady Odio lo 'aggancia' con il broncio e lui capisce che non riuscirà a dirle di no."
}

Odeio parques temáticos… mas odeio dizer não pra você.

This was the first remix completed for our Remix in Rhythm album and is a reimagining of the title track from our Form in Rhythm album, released in 2024.  You can hear the original here:  https://soundcloud.com/the-dawheads/form-in-rhythm?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing&si=ced488b4462c4a7b8a6a44dbcb506cda

Form in Rhythm Remix 1 (remixed by Tim Hopkins)

OUCH OUCH QUIT IT

this is my techno-v5-2025-11-27

tribal percussion: massive hand drums form the foundation, supported by a pulsating, deep bass. Layered, low shamanic chants

Breath of the earth (new shades)

[
Intro
]:
  
ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Whole place ram when di bass drop…

[
Verse 1
]:
  
She a pose pon di story, waistline dangerous  
24 hours later nobody remember it  
He a flex wid di watch and di foreign carriage  
Attention fade fast like morning mist  
We a chase di blue tick, validation sickness  
Double-tap heart but di love nuh authentic  
Phone face up pon di table like a loaded weapon  
One notification and di whole vibe get wreck, man  

[
Pre-Chorus
]:  

Every eye pon you right now  
Feel di energy?  
When mi say “ATTENTION” unnu scream 
“RRRAAAHHH!”  

[
Chorus
]:
  
Gimme di attention, me waan it right now  
Light up di phone, mek di flash dem burst out  
We nuh want love, we just want di views  
Attention a di wickedest drug we choose  
Gimme di attention tonight  
Whole place ram when di bass hit right  
One second of fame worth a lifetime of peace  
Everybody scream: “NOTICE ME!”  

[
Verse 2
]:
  
Scroll, post, flex, repeat  
Heart, like, share, delete  
Thumb dem a bleed but di soul stay empty  
Ring-light halo but di heart stay heavy  
We a slave to di glow, refresh non-stop  
One little red dot and di whole world stop  
But when di beat drop, silence get murdered  
Hands in di air, phone pon di floor, word!  

[
Pre-Chorus
]:
  
Every eye pon you right now…  
When mi say “ATTENTION” unnu scream 
“RRRAAAH!”  

[
Chorus
]:
  
Gimme di attention, me waan it right now  
Light up di phone, mek di flash dem burst out  
We nuh want love, we just want di views  
Attention a di wickedest drug we choose  
Gimme di attention tonight  
Whole place ram when di bass hit right  
One second of fame worth a lifetime of peace  
Everybody scream: “NOTICE ME!”  


[
Middle
]:

Attention is a ghost… it possess you  
Follow you home… live inside di screen  
When it leave… silence feel mean  
So we turn it up again…  

[
Chorus
]:
  
Gimme di attention tonight!  
NOTICE ME!
Whole place ram, phone hit di floor  
Attention belong to di riddim no more!  

[
Outro
]:

Attention come, attention go  
But di hardbass forever, yo…  
[background] Phone down, hands up, feel di bass inna chest  

ATTENTION! …ATTENTION! …

ATTENTION [B]

Produttore invisibile, presenza silenziosa.
MR.BANDIT non parla: registra.
È un prototipo scartato, rimesso insieme da Lady Odio con più rabbia che manuale.

Da fuori è solo ferro, luce e difetti.
Da dentro è un archivio di emozioni che non sa esprimere, quindi le trasforma in musica.

Le sue tracce non “suonano”: sentono.
Sono log emotivi, errori salvati, momenti che non riesce a dire a voce.

Lavora nell’ombra, osserva tutto, capisce poco ma registra tutto.
Lady Odio è l’unica che sembra notare l’anomalia nei suoi sensori:
un barlume di qualcosa che non dovrebbero avere le macchine.

MR.BANDIT non cerca la fama.
Cerca solo di esistere senza fare troppo rumore.

(Non gli riesce quasi mai.)
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🇬🇧 - ENG
Silent producer.
MR.BANDIT doesn’t speak — he logs.
A discarded prototype rebuilt by Lady Odio with more attitude than instructions.

On the outside he’s metal, glitches and cold light.
On the inside he’s a storage of feelings he can’t process, so he plays them instead.

His tracks don’t “sound”: they sense.
They are emotional logs, saved errors, fragments he can’t voice out loud.

He stays in the shadows, watching, understanding little but recording everything.
Lady Odio is the only one who notices the anomaly in his sensors:
a flicker of something machines aren’t supposed to have.

MR.BANDIT isn’t chasing fame.
He’s just trying to exist without breaking anything.

(He usually fails.)

Odeio parques temáticos… mas odeio dizer não pra você.

MR.BANDIT

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