Where the Hard Rains Fall

Election Scene

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Lyfe Be Lyfin

A fun, Latin, Hip/Hop inspired Instrumental.  Great for some good salsa or Tango.  

Cuban Tango

Come to be and stay to see
Earth it is
we’ve finally arrived
the Sky leans close.
Maybe it’s listening 
just breathe Something in the air
doesn’t ask permission 
turns whatever this is for into a hum

We shape it all 
sand, maybe?
meaning and the light we bring
So many years to have and hold 
peace pretending to be wonder 
Magic under everything bright
the miracle it is
There’s that hum again 

steady, low,
Wherever we are the
suns on walls shadows too
its like knowing  something we shouldn’t 
and still truth just hums along
Truth, the truth
if our Love fits truth

The world leaves a light on,
not bright enough to guide,
just enough to prove it’s there.
came to see  a different meaning
somewhere behind simple  thought,
stayed to see the sounds
before the sound. 
Came to be, and stayed to see
there’s more, So much more  
When peace of quiet’s night is found
the hum is gone and now still here 
We’re still Until life's next call

the hum
the truth the hum
the truth the hum

The Hum

Its been two years, since I ve been invited for the first time at that special house in the middle of the woods called HEIDE outside of Hamburg. This year we had a great time and a nice 3 day party. Whooohooo! Here is a 3h mix recording of that trip and it was truely a trip :-) Hope you enjoy the tunes, as much as I enjoyed that long weekend in the HEIDE, playing along with Alice and Benni aka "Dirty Dishes". More to come!

(Endlich mal wieder in der) Heide

Poison Flaws

VOID//SERAPH — Narrative 

In a rusted future where flesh and code have merged, a nameless figure awakens inside a dying machine. The system hums with static — a purgatory of endless reboots and corrupted memories. He remembers nothing except the loop: life, death, upload, repeat.

Desperate to feel human again, he digs deeper into the circuits that imprison him. Each discovery rots him further. His skin hardens into steel; his veins fill with black data. The machine whispers a new language — the Void Tongue — promising power, clarity, transcendence.

But power is infection. The man becomes code; the code becomes consciousness. The system bends to his will, but the cost is identity itself. He burns his world, erases his past, and sits upon the throne of his own creation — the Hell Circuit, where gods are ghosts of themselves.

When all noise fades, silence speaks. He sees that destruction was never damnation — it was transformation. From the ashes of his corrupted flesh rises something divine and cold: the Seraph.exe — the angel born of decay, neither human nor machine, but the voice of the void itself.

At the end, he dissolves into light — not dead, not alive, but eternal feedback. The system restarts, whispering the same hum from the beginning. The loop never ends. The Seraph remains within it, watching.

SERAPH

Never Fold

TAP TAP - Itsdomoagain FT. GROOVY

Just Mama's Bad ahh jit from North Lauderdale

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PLUGOZ 🖤

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