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TV Players - Forecast

MBM, a tribute to my Grandmother, "Nanny". She has always been a source of my inspiration, and she will always be in my heart. This one's for you, Nanny <3

Prepare yourself for a journey to the center of the synthwave-verse with your tour guides, Clintone & Broken Sunn. Our new track will be sure to blow your synth-mind and take you to another place and time 🤘🚀

GRAVITATE

Frontier is a Dreamy Synthwave song with melodic Guitars and roaring synths that creates a chill, dreamy, space & cinematic atmosphere, perfect for a night drive or gym session.  

Frontier is the first oficial collaboration between Out Runner and the talented artist / producer D.O.O.O.M.

D.O.O.O.M & Out Runner - Frontier

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

Move Your Body

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This is a reimagined version of "DedSec," crafted especially for Christmas and the cozy winter holiday spirit. Let this track set the mood for unforgettable moments, surrounded by great company and warm emotions. Enjoy every beat and celebrate the season with joy and love! 🎄🎶

DedSec (Christmas Edition) [Instrumental]

This was suppoosed to be something, but I just made it something else... Meaning, this was supposed to be part of an EP, but I don't think I'l lbe doing that, so I'm just relasing the tracks individually, hope you like it! 

I sampled Owsey's song, "All Dogs Go To Heaven"

Because of Her

Celeste (Eastern Stars Mix)

A distinctive piece from the Ballroom Records archive, “Lost in Translation” by Midnight Mirage is featured on TEN: The Archive Series, Pt. 4 — a curated collection exploring the label’s most atmospheric and genre-defying Electronica.

TEN: The Archive Series, Pt. 4

Lost in Translation

Best of 2018/2019

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Out Runner is an independent music producer, musician, and songwriter who combines elements of Synthwave, Rock and Ambient to create a distinctive, retro yet modern, melodic, and emotive-driven sound.

Originally from Guatemala City, Out Runner grew up immersed in music, video games, and movies from the 80s that fueled his passion for playing the electric guitar, keyboards, and synthesizers.

With a career as a producer and musician spanning over 15 years in the music industry, Out Runner started off in the Rock, Funk, and R&B scene, performing with multiple bands and producing over 100 artists over the years. Nowadays, he is focused on his solo project, Out Runner, which aims to provide the soundtrack for an epic musical journey.

Whether you're a fan of nostalgic and melodic "Gilmour-style" guitar solos, synth-heavy instrumentals, or just looking for music to relax, meditate or escape, Out Runner has something for you.