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"Neon Dreams" by Xak Stahl is an electrifying pop anthem that pulses with the energy of self-empowerment and individuality. This dynamic track blends elements of contemporary pop with electronic dance music, creating a sonic landscape that's as bold and vibrant as its lyrics.

Stahl's powerful vocals drive the song, delivering verses filled with vivid imagery of neon-lit stages and starlit skies. The chorus, with its memorable hook "I wanna thank me," serves as a rallying cry for self-appreciation and acknowledgment of personal growth. This repetitive mantra is likely to stick in listeners' minds long after the song ends.

Throughout the track, Stahl paints a picture of a fearless protagonist who's unafraid to stand out and break free from conventions. The lyrics touch on themes of resilience, ambition, and the courage to forge one's own path. With lines about "breaking the mold" and "blazing my trail," the song encourages listeners to embrace their uniqueness and pursue their dreams with unwavering confidence.

The production of "Neon Dreams" complements its empowering message, featuring a driving beat that builds and intensifies throughout the song. Electronic elements and possible vocal effects add a modern, polished feel to the track, enhancing its appeal for contemporary pop and dance music fans.

This high-energy ode to self-love and determination is more than just a song – it's an anthem for anyone who's ever felt like an outsider or dreamed of something bigger. "Neon Dreams" invites listeners to step into their own spotlight, celebrate their journey, and recognize their own strength and potential.

Whether you're looking for a motivational boost, a dance floor filler, or just a catchy tune to brighten your day, "Neon Dreams" delivers with its infectious rhythm and empowering message. Xak Stahl's bold performance and the song's uplifting lyrics combine to create a track that's sure to resonate with anyone who's ever dared to dream big and live life on their own terms.

Lyrics:

Electric dreams in neon lights (uh-huh)
I own the stage, I own the night (uh-huh)
Shining brighter, out of sight (keep glowing, keep, keep glowing)
(Go on, girl)
No script needed, I'm a fighter (uh-huh)
Breaking molds, reaching higher (uh-huh)
Speaking truth, I'm my own choir
Yeah, I gotta say

I wanna thank me
For breaking the mold (breaking the mold)
For dancing in starlight
You can’t stop this, I'm gold
I wanna thank me
For blazing my trail (blazing my trail)
I wanna thank me
And set my sails (set my sails)
(I wanna thank me)

Cyber queen, the one and only (uh-huh)
Living dreams, never lonely (uh-huh)
Fearless heart, I'm boldly (can't stop me, hey, no, can't stop me)
And so I take a moment, I'm legendary
My own hero in this epic story
Countless stars light my way
But I gotta say

I wanna thank me (hey)
For breaking the mold (breaking the mold)
For dancing in starlight
You can’t stop this, I'm gold
I wanna thank me
For blazing my trail (blazing my trail)
I wanna thank me
And set my sails (set my sails)
I wanna thank me (hey)
(I wanna thank me) oh
For breaking the mold (breaking the mold)
For dancing in starlight
You can’t stop this, I'm gold
I wanna thank me (mwah)
For blazing my trail (my trail)
I wanna thank me
And set my sails (I, I, I)

In a world of endless possibility
I stand tall with audacity (ooh, mwah)
Yeah, I gotta say

So I wanna thank me (I wanna thank me)
For breaking the mold (breaking the mold)
For dancing in starlight
You can’t stop this, I'm gold (stop this, I'm gold)
I wanna thank me (hey, mwah)
For blazing my trail (my trail)
I wanna thank me
And set my sails
(I wanna thank me)

I wanna thank me (I wanna thank me)
For being unstoppable
For dreaming the impossible
I wanna thank me (I wanna thank me)
For breaking free
For being uniquely me

Neon Dreams

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"Out Of Tune In Dreamland" is a poignant and empowering solo performed by Lyra, the young protagonist of "Dreamweaver's Enchantment". This introspective ballad explores themes of individuality, self-acceptance, and the courage to be different. Lyra expresses her feelings of being an outsider in Dreamland, where her vivid and unconventional dreams set her apart from others. The song's melody incorporates intentionally "off-key" moments that resolve into harmonic triumph, mirroring Lyra's journey from self-doubt to self-acceptance. By the end, it transforms into an anthem of embracing one's uniqueness, setting up Lyra's character arc for the rest of the musical.

Lyrics:

In a world where dreams should be serene 
Mine burst with colors rarely seen 
While others float on clouds so white 
I'm chasing comets in the night

They say my dreams are much too strange 
That I should try to rearrange 
The melodies that play in me 
But they're the only things I see

I'm out of tune in Dreamland 
My song's a different key 
The lullabies they understand 
Are just not meant for me 
In this symphony of sleep 
I'm the note that doesn't fit
Out of tune in Dreamland
But I won't quit, no I won't quit

Their dreams are like a gentle stream 
While mine's a wild, untamed thing 
They dream of flying, soft and slow 
I soar through galaxies unknown

They tell me I should try to change 
To dream of things not quite so strange 
But every night when I'm asleep 
It's my own rhythm that I keep

I'm out of tune in Dreamland 
My song's a different key 
The lullabies they understand 
Are just not meant for me
In this symphony of sleep 
I'm the note that doesn't fit 
Out of tune in Dreamland 
But I won't quit, no I won't quit

Maybe somewhere there's a place 
Where my dreams won't seem out of place 
A land where wonder never ends 
Where my strange song might find some friends

I'm out of tune in Dreamland 
But maybe that's okay 
Perhaps my song's not meant to blend 
But to show another way 
In this symphony of sleep 
I'll play my part with pride 
Out of tune in Dreamland 
But I'll no longer hide

My dreams may not fit their design 
But they are beautifully mine

Out of Tune In Dreamland

Out Of Tune In Dreamland

Experience a powerful fusion of ancient Sanskrit wisdom and contemporary electronic soundscapes in this meditative journey. Deep male vocals intone sacred mantras, their resonant chanting woven through layers of hypnotic electronic beats and didgeridoo-inspired drones.

The sacred Sanskrit words of light, love, and peace ('prakāśam,' 'prema,' 'śāntim') rise and fall over a foundation of tribal rhythms, while ethereal synthesizer pads create an atmosphere of transcendent unity. The steady, meditative tempo maintains the perfect balance between primal earth energies and ethereal consciousness.

This unique interpretation bridges multiple spiritual traditions, creating a contemporary sacred space where ancient mantras meet modern production. Perfect for meditation, yoga practice, or anyone seeking to experience the transformative power of sound.

Shaman’s Mantra

Stripped down to its raw essence, "Pulse" is an intimate journey through rhythm, desire, and connection. With nothing but gentle fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft-spoken male vocals, this song whispers rather than shouts, drawing you in with its quiet intensity.

The music breathes, the pauses linger, and every note carries the weight of something felt but unspoken. This is not about excess—it's about the power of restraint, anticipation, and the space between the sound.

💫 Sometimes, the deepest pulse is the quietest one.

Pulse

A poignant acoustic journey through time as a young boy speaks to his future self, asking life's biggest questions and receiving wisdom from across the years. Through gentle fingerpicking and raw, emotional male vocals, this song explores the universal human experience of growing up and facing life's complexities.

"How We'll Be" unfolds as an intimate dialogue between innocence and experience, hope and reality. A child wonders about wealth, success, love, and happiness, while his older self responds with hard-earned wisdom about life's unpredictable path.

This stripped-down acoustic arrangement intentionally keeps the focus on the emotional narrative, allowing the conversation between past and future to resonate with listeners who've walked their own winding roads through joy and heartbreak, wealth and struggle, dreams and their sometimes bittersweet fulfillment.

Written as a reminder that life rarely unfolds as we imagine in childhood, but carries beauty even in its imperfection.

Lyrics:

Little eyes full of wonder, looking ahead
Ten years old with a million questions in my head
Will I grow tall and strong? Will I find my way?
Hey future me, what can you say?

Will we be rich with treasures and gold?
Will we find success before we grow old?
Will we find someone to hold through the night?
Will we be happy? Will everything be alright?
Tell me, future me, what will our life be?

I see you there with your innocent heart
I wish I could shield you from where we'd start
Yes, we'll have money, then watch it all go
The richest moments? They won't come from what we own

We'll taste wealth and we'll know hungry days
We'll find success, but in unexpected ways
We'll find love – deep and true – but feel its sting
Happiness comes and goes on broken wings
Trust me, younger me, that's how our life will be

Will we have lots of friends to laugh with and play?
A faithful few who stay through the darkest days
Will we be all I dream we can be?
Not quite, but someone stronger than you'd believe

There'll be mistakes and failures, scars on our soul
Moments when pieces break, never again whole
But there's beauty in the breaking, in starting again
In finding your feet after the rain

We'll know wealth in the things money can't buy
We'll find triumph in simply choosing to try
We'll know love that's worth all of the pain
Happiness found in dancing through the rain
This is us, this is life, this is how we'll be

If I could tell you one thing to hold onto tight
It's that you're stronger than you know
And though the path isn't straight
The journey makes you whole
Little me, it's all going to be alright

How We'll Be

"Page Blanche" is a vibrant French adaptation inspired by Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten," reimagined for 2025 with a fresh perspective while maintaining the original's empowering essence. Set to a backdrop of beatboxing and upbeat pop rhythms, this song carries listeners through a journey of self-discovery and creative liberation.

The title "Page Blanche" (meaning "Blank Page") perfectly captures the central metaphor of the composition—the untapped potential waiting within each person. The lyrics beautifully express the universal experience of facing uncertainty, finding one's voice, and embracing the freedom to write one's own story.

The beatboxing foundation gives the song a contemporary, organic feel, while the upbeat pop structure ensures its accessibility and dance appeal. The French lyrics add a layer of poetic elegance, with the rhythmic flow of the language complementing the percussive elements of the production.

Page Blanche

"I See You" is a heartfelt folk ballad that speaks to the silent struggles we all face in life. This song emerged from a simple yet powerful idea: sometimes the greatest gift we can offer someone is to truly acknowledge their pain and stand beside them through it.

Through gentle acoustic fingerpicking and soulful male vocals, the lyrics follow the perspective of a friend who observes someone battling their inner demons. While many might pass by without noticing, this friend sees the daily courage it takes just to face the world. The authentic folk melody carries the emotional weight of recognition - "I see your silent struggle, each day, each morning."

The song builds gradually, with the acoustic arrangement allowing space for the raw emotion in the vocals to shine through. There's an intentional simplicity to the production that mirrors the straightforward message: you are seen, you are heard, and you are never truly alone.

"I See You" reminds us that in our most isolated moments, genuine connection can be life-changing. It celebrates the quiet resilience of the human spirit and the healing power of being truly witnessed in our struggles.

Française

"Je Te Vois" est une ballade folk sincère qui parle des luttes silencieuses que nous affrontons tous dans la vie. Cette chanson est née d'une idée simple mais puissante : parfois, le plus grand cadeau que nous puissions offrir à quelqu'un est de vraiment reconnaître sa douleur et de rester à ses côtés.

À travers un délicat jeu de doigts à la guitare acoustique et des voix masculines pleines d'âme, les paroles suivent la perspective d'un ami qui observe quelqu'un luttant contre ses démons intérieurs. Alors que beaucoup passeraient sans remarquer, cet ami voit le courage quotidien qu'il faut simplement pour affronter le monde. La mélodie folk authentique porte le poids émotionnel de cette reconnaissance - "Je vois ta lutte silencieuse, chaque jour, chaque matin."

La chanson se construit progressivement, l'arrangement acoustique laissant place à l'émotion brute des voix. Il y a une simplicité intentionnelle dans la production qui reflète le message direct : tu es vu, tu es entendu, et tu n'es jamais vraiment seul.

"Je Te Vois" nous rappelle que dans nos moments les plus isolés, une connexion authentique peut changer une vie. Elle célèbre la résilience tranquille de l'esprit humain et le pouvoir guérisseur d'être véritablement témoin de nos luttes.

I See You

"Quiet Storm" explores the silent battles we fight behind closed doors. Through ambient textures and vulnerable vocals, this track navigates the contrast between outward composure and inner turmoil. A journey through darkness that ultimately finds solace in emotional release, "Quiet Storm" speaks to anyone who's ever worn a smile while drowning inside. The atmospheric production creates a sonic landscape where whispered confessions echo against gentle electronic pulses, inviting listeners to find comfort in shared vulnerability.

Quiet Storm

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"I loved you quietly, from the edges of your world."
This song is the ache behind a smile, the space between closeness and impossibility. It tells the story of loving someone you could never have—of stolen glances, imagined futures, and a heart that beats in silence. Built on a foundation of fingerpicked guitar and ambient textures, the track moves from whispered verses to a crescendo of longing, acceptance, and soft surrender. With strings swelling like buried confessions and vocals that tremble between hope and heartbreak, this is a song for anyone who has ever loved in secret… and chosen to love anyway.

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« Je t’ai aimé en silence, aux frontières de ton monde. »
Cette chanson est un soupir qui ne devient jamais cri. Elle raconte l’amour à distance, l’amour impossible, l’amour que l’on garde dans le cœur comme un secret trop lourd. Guitares acoustiques, nappes synthétiques, voix fragiles et sincères… Chaque note est une larme retenue. C’est une ballade pour ceux qui aiment en silence, mais profondément.

Somewhere in the Silence

"Hearts Aligned" is an intimate acoustic pop-emo ballad that captures the fragile beauty of unspoken love across distance. Anchored by tender, heartfelt male vocals, the track leans into the rawness of confession—each word delivered like a page torn from a diary. A gently fingerpicked steel-string guitar forms the emotional core, while light string swells and soft percussive taps add warmth without breaking the song’s vulnerability.

Inspired by early 2000s acoustic emo but infused with a modern French twist, Hearts Aligned walks the line between melancholy and hope. It’s a song for those who’ve ever carried someone in their heart from afar, who’ve whispered feelings into the dark hoping they might one day be heard. The slow tempo allows every emotion to breathe, building gently toward a chorus that aches with longing—but refuses to give up on love.

Stripped-down, yet sonically rich. Diary-like, yet universal. A quiet storm of affection, waiting for its echo.


Hearts Aligned

Inspired by the spirit of Anna Kendrick’s “Cups,” “Starchild” transforms the classic sing-along farewell into a cosmic journey. Blending the warmth of acoustic folk with the shimmering glow of synths and celestial harmonies, this song invites you to wander through galaxies while holding close the ones you love. With heartfelt lyrics, a chorus made for stargazers, and a nod to the bittersweet goodbyes we all know, “Starchild” is an anthem for dreamers, explorers, and anyone brave enough to follow their heart beyond the horizon.

Starchild

“I’m Tired” was born from a moment of raw honesty—written late at night last September, during one of those soul-deep seasons when life just feels like too much.

It’s not the tiredness that sleep fixes. It’s the exhaustion that comes from years of fighting, surviving, and hoping against the odds—a tiredness that lives in the spirit, in the quiet spaces behind closed doors.

As Mental Health Awareness Month ends, and as another birthday passes, I wanted to give voice to what so many feel but rarely say out loud: the loneliness of carrying pain in silence, the invisible battle behind the brave face, and the ache of wondering if we’re “too broken” to be loved or healed.

It’s about naming the struggle, without shame or apology, and letting the truth just be—because sometimes, survival is the victory.

This song is a confession, a sigh, a prayer to anyone who’s ever felt spent but still managed to show up for one more day.

It’s a reminder that you’re not alone, and that every breath—no matter how weary—is enough.

And for me, it’s a way of honoring my own journey, one circle ’round the sun at a time.

If you hear yourself in these words, this song is for you.

I'm Tired

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Dans l’ombre rouge de Paris, « Rien à Payer » réinvente la révolte à la française. Ce morceau fusionne rock alternatif, énergie punk, et flow rap sur une toile monochrome, où un jeune punk blond défie la nuit au sommet de la ville.

Entre riffs électriques, refrains scandés et attitude rebelle, c’est l’hymne d’une génération qui brûle ses regrets, fait table rase du passé et revendique sa liberté. Plus qu’une chanson, « Rien à Payer » est une déclaration—un cri de renaissance sous les lumières rouges de la capitale.

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In the red shadows of Paris, “Rien à Payer” reinvents French rebellion for a new era. This track fuses alternative rock, punk energy, and rap flow over a monochrome canvas, where a young blonde punk stands defiant atop the city.

With electrifying riffs, shout-along choruses, and a fierce, rebellious spirit, it’s the anthem of a generation burning its regrets, sweeping away the past, and claiming freedom. More than a song, “Rien à Payer” is a declaration—a cry of rebirth under the crimson lights of the city.

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Tout brûle…
Rien ne me retient.
C’est fini les chaînes,
Je marche sur les cendres.

J’ai vendu mes regrets à la casse,
Effacé les dettes, explosé les glaces,
Pas d’excuses, pas de retour en arrière,
Aujourd’hui, je respire, je brise la poussière.

Ils veulent me voir plié, genoux à terre,
Mais j’crache sur leurs règles, j’ai rien à leur faire.
Le passé, c’est du plomb, j’le jette dans la Seine—
Sur ma peau tatouée, il ne reste plus de chaînes.

Tu croyais m’avoir,
Tu croyais m’étouffer,
Mais j’ai transformé la douleur en force
Et la peur en liberté.

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

J’ai rayé leurs visages, effacé les prénoms,
Craché sur leurs lois, repris mon prénom,
Les souvenirs—cendres au vent,
J’renais chaque instant, plus vivant, plus sanglant.

On m’a dit « Tu dois oublier »
Mais j’ai gravé l’avenir dans le béton fissuré.
J’porte le chaos comme une couronne,
Je repars à zéro, et tout le monde frissonne.

Rien à sauver,
Rien à effacer,
J’me fous du passé,
C’est moi qui vais tracer !

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

J’ai pris chaque coup, chaque trahison,
Transformé en munitions.
Je suis la tempête, la détonation—
Libéré de toute condition !

Non !
(Rien à payer !)
Non !
(Rien à regretter !)
Non !
(Rien à plier !)
Non !
(Je suis né pour brûler !)

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Rien à Payer

Breakup anthem, pop punk style. “You Never Gave a Damn” is for anyone who’s tired of second chances, fake apologies, and all the petty drama. With gritty guitars, pounding drums, and shout-along hooks, this track is a kiss-off to every toxic ex and two-faced friend who thought you’d always come back.

From half-heart tattoos to deleted numbers, this is the sound of finally saying “enough”—and actually meaning it. Crank it up, scream along, and celebrate your freedom. If they never gave a damn, why should you?

You Never Gave a Damn

“TOZ” is a sonic uprising—an unfiltered fusion of ancestral defiance and modern resistance. Opening with a haunting maqam-inspired intro of solo oud and qanun, the track conjures the dust and soul of old Levantine ballads. Melismatic vocals whisper truths soaked in heartbreak and judgment... until everything fractures.

With a sudden, surgical drop, tradition gives way to rebellion.

The beat detonates into glitch-smeared psytrance: acid-drenched synths spiral around darbuka-driven percussion, while chopped Arabic vocal stabs chant “TOZ”—a colloquial middle finger to societal control, cultural rigidity, and imposed shame.

Each drop slams harder than the last, warped with distortion and echo loops that mimic the chaos of inner dialogue. The lyrics slide between dialectal Arabic and rhythmic English phrases, embracing every accent and crack in the voice like battle scars. It's raw. It's tribal. It's hypermodern.

By the time the outro returns to traditional motifs, you're changed—dragged through a digital vortex of resistance and spitfire dignity.

This is not just a song.

This is a war cry. A rave. A reckoning.

What starts as a mirage of tradition soon detonates into a full-blown desert rave—“HABIBI” is an electrifying collision of ancient pulse and modern chaos. Opening with the plaintive breath of ney flute and the soft rattle of riq, the track lulls you into a moment of Middle Eastern intimacy—until the silence fractures and you’re hurled headfirst into a 145 BPM psytrance inferno.

Autotuned Arabic vocals twist through layers of gated synth stabs and maqam-tinged trance leads, as the beat drills through the dunes with ferocious intent. Every drop hits like a sandstorm in a laser show. Equal parts nostalgia and future shock, "HABIBI" is a love letter screamed through smoke and strobes, where traditional soul meets unrelenting electronic heat.

A track made for late-night desert dancefloors, neon-drenched dreams, and anyone brave enough to shout YA HABIBI!! into the void.

HABIBI

This song is a heartfelt celebration of my brother Shawn’s quiet strength and the way he spoke to the world through his music. This year’s song is different—because instead of focusing on loss, I wanted to celebrate Shawn’s life, his quiet strength, and the way he truly spoke through his guitar. My brother was never one for the spotlight; he was gentle, reserved, and carried more inside than he ever said out loud. But when he picked up a guitar, the room would fill with music and something in him would shine. He was the kind of person whose presence brought comfort, even in silence.

Last year, my tribute was about the pain of losing him—the unanswered questions and the ache he left behind. But this year, I wanted to remember the light: the warmth he shared, the hope he strummed into every chord, and the bond we had through music even when words failed. This song honors Shawn as I remember him best—not just as someone I lost, but as the brother who watched over me, whose melodies linger, and whose love still echoes through every note.

You never liked the spotlight,
Hiding in the corners of the room.
But I’d watch your hands awaken,
Every fret and chord in bloom.
Silent through the day,
But at night you’d play your heart
Letting music speak the secrets
You could never put to words.

There’s a kind of truth in melody
That silence can’t erase.
When the world felt far away,
You found your sacred place.

Tell me, did they hear my heart
In the notes that I would play?
When the world was far too loud,
Did my song light up the gray?
And if I fade into the dark,
Will someone still recall
That I spoke my truth the only way I knew
Just me and my guitar.

Old strings and calloused fingers,
Echoes ringing softly through the night.
You were quiet, you were different,
But with music, you took flight.
No stage, no grand ovation,
Just a song beneath your skin
But every strum a confession
For the world you carried in.

Even if there’s no recording,
No record of your sound
Your spirit plays in memory
Whenever I’m around.

Tell me, did they hear my heart
In the notes that I would play?
When the world was far too loud,
Did my song light up the gray?
And if I fade into the dark,
Will someone still recall
That I spoke my truth the only way I knew
Just me and my guitar.

Maybe dreams don’t always find the light,
And some songs end too soon
But you taught me how to listen
For hope inside the tune.
When the silence feels too heavy,
And I can’t find where you are
I remember how you loved me
With just you and your guitar.

Tell me, did they hear my heart
In the notes that I would play?
When the world was far too loud,
Did my song light up the gray?
And if I fade into the dark,
Will someone still recall
That I spoke my truth the only way I knew
Just me and my guitar.

Now whenever shadows gather,
And I’m longing for your spark
I can hear you in the quiet,
Still speaking through the dark.
The music never leaves me
It lingers from afar.
Brother, you’re forever
Just you and your guitar.

Me and My Guitar

A storm brews in the Highlands—and Skye Fire is its sound.

The track opens like a ritual—Gaelic chants drift across wind-swept glens as the haunting cry of highland bagpipes cuts through the mist. It’s not nostalgia. It’s invocation.

What follows is not a song. It’s a resurrection.

A trance pulse ignites beneath tribal drums, acid basslines curl like smoke through heather, and ethereal pads shimmer like the northern lights over Skye. Voices from another time whisper through the cracks—Clann nan Gàidheal... Tog do ghuth…—echoes of a people who never vanished, only waited.

When the drop hits, it roars.

The pipes flare like battle horns. Hypnotic arpeggios spiral skyward. The drums become a heartbeat, relentless, ancestral. Time unravels. You’re in two worlds at once—one painted in pixels, the other carved in stone.

“Skye Fire” doesn’t just fuse tradition and psytrance—it collides them. This is music for vision quests, for midnight raves in the ruins, for every soul who’s ever felt the pull of something older than memory.

By the end, you’re not the same.

You’ve danced with ghosts.
You’ve heard the call.
You are the fire now.

SKYE FIRE

𐍄𐌹𐍃𐌺𐌰𐌽 (tiskan)
A Gothic word. A primal command.
DANCE.

This isn’t a song—it’s a ceremony of surrender.
𐍄𐌹𐍃𐌺𐌰𐌽 fuses dark psytrance with gothic ritual, summoning stomping beats, distorted cathedral choirs, pipe organs, reversed whispers, and incantations echoing from crypt to cosmos. It’s minimal in words but maximal in impact—a chant, a flame, a pulse that binds the damned and the divine alike.

Each section spirals deeper: whispered calls, glitchy demon breath, and cinematic drops that crash like stained glass. The rhythm becomes doctrine. The body obeys.

Latin phrases crackle beneath atmospheric sub-bass. Gothic strings slice through trance arpeggios. And in the space between the beat—you dissolve.

You are not the dancer.
You are the dance.

🔥 Tiskan. Feel the flame.
🔥 Tiskan. Lose your name.
🔥 Tiskan. Rise and burn.

𐍄𐌹𐍃𐌺𐌰𐌽

Two souls meet where sea and starlight entwine—a world apart, yet drawn together by the pull of the tides and the ache of longing. On the moonlit rocks between ocean and sky, a merman and a wanderer find each other, their voices weaving a fragile bridge between worlds. Each harmony is a ripple on dark water, every glance a silent promise—love that is timeless, wild, and yearning as the waves.

With chamber pop intimacy and the shimmer of strings, “Call of the Distant Shore” drifts through depths of hope and sorrow, echoing the secret music of the deep. Their duet rises and falls like the tide, haunted by the memory of home and the dream of belonging. Here, where the lighthouse keeps watch and the sea whispers its secrets, love becomes a beacon—guiding lost hearts safely through the darkness, ever toward each other.

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Moonlit water, silent beacon
Ghosts of longing drift ashore
Every night, the tide grows deeper
Pulls me further than before

Adrift beneath the silver morning
I watched the stars dissolve in blue
Soft as dawn, your voice was calling
Through the hush of waves I knew
And you whispered, “Come to me, come to me
Rest in my shadow
Here I wait, here I wait
Safe from tomorrow”

Oh, the call of the distant shore
Echoes through the breaking foam
Guide me back to where you are
I am lost, but not alone
With every wave, your promise grows
Carried on the undertow
Sing me home—
Sing me home

Did I wander in your dreaming?
Was your memory ever mine?
Now my lantern’s low and gleaming
Lost in tangled coral vines
But you sigh, “Not tonight
Not tonight—sail on, my sorrow
And oh, my soul—oh, my soul
Anchors in shadow”

Oh, the call of the distant shore
Echoes through the breaking foam
Guide me back to where you are
I am lost, but not alone
With every wave, your promise grows
Carried on the undertow
Sing me home—
Sing me home

If I fade into the twilight
If my voice is just a sound
Let your wind and water find me
Pull me up from where I’m drowned
If the stars forget to follow
And the world becomes unknown
Let your heart become the harbor
Where this restless soul is sewn

Now I drift between the silence
And the storms I cannot hide
Should I brave the wild horizon
Or sink beneath the rising tide?
Hear me cry, “Come for me
Come for me—soft as the swallow
Here I wait, here I wait
Brave for tomorrow”

Oh, the call of the distant shore
Echoes through the breaking foam
Guide me back to where you are
I am lost, but not alone
With every wave, your promise grows
Carried on the undertow
Sing me home—
Sing me home

When the final current takes me
And the daylight slips away
May your song remain within me
Like a dawn that finds the bay
Sing me home—
Sing me home

🪸🫧🧜‍♂️🫧🌊🫧🧜‍♀️🫧🪸

Call of the Distant Shore

“Witch Girl” is a spellbinding parody remake of the Hall & Oates classic “Rich Girl,” conjured up by the mystical duo Stahl & Oaths. Swapping Wall Street for witchcraft, this track delivers a groovy, retro 70s blend of blue-eyed soul, pop, and rock—with a magical twist.

With funky basslines, crisp piano, and those signature soulful male vocals, “Witch Girl” tells the tale of a mischievous enchantress who’s gone a little too far with her charms, potions, and midnight spells. Catchy hooks, playful repetition, and just the right amount of spooky camp keep this reimagined anthem as addictive as the original.

Equal parts homage and Halloween party jam, “Witch Girl” invites you to dance under the full moon, laugh at love potions gone awry, and remember: you can rely on your magic, honey… but it won’t get you too far!

✨🪄🌙🦇🔮🕯️🧙‍♀️🧹🦉✨✨🧹🧙‍♂️🕯️🔮🦇🌙🪄✨

You're a witch girl, and you've gone too far,
Casting spells and potions every day.

You're a witch girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
You can rely on your magic honey,
You can rely on your magic honey.
It's a witch, girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
Say magic but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far.

Don't you know, don’t you know it's unkind,
Casting hexes with love left behind.
Crystal balls glowing bright,
But your heart stays lost in the night.
Spells to charm, spells to bind,
But the magic can't change your mind.

Cauldron bubbles, moon shines clear,
But your spells won't hide your fear.

You're a witch girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
You can rely on your magic honey,
You can rely on your magic honey.
It's a witch, girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
Say magic but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far.

Moonlit flights, shadowed dreams,
Enchanting others with your schemes.
Secrets hidden, books unread,
Casting spells from things unsaid.
Haunted woods, whispers clear,
But you're lost inside your fear.

(Ooh) Magic swirls, cauldron deep,
Promises you cannot keep.
(Ooh) Starlit skies, moonlit charms,
Lost again within your arms.

You're a witch girl, spellbound start,
But your magic won't change your heart.
You can rely on your magic honey,
But your charms can't buy real love.
It’s a witch, girl, gone too far,
Magic charms but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far.

✨🪄🌙🦇🔮🕯️🧙‍♀️🧹🦉✨✨🧹🧙‍♂️🕯️🔮🦇🌙🪄✨

Witch Girl

"Everything's Gonna Be Fine" captures the restless energy and hopeful uncertainty of being caught between adolescence and adulthood. Built on a foundation of hyper-melodic power chords and syncopated drumming, the track opens with a stuttered lo-fi intro that immediately gives way to an explosion of octave lead guitars and room-mic handclaps that feel like they were recorded in someone's garage at 2 AM.

This isn't just a song; it's a time capsule of late summer optimism, of skateboard wheels on concrete, of believing that maybe, just maybe, everything really is gonna be fine. It's 2025 pop-punk that understands both where the genre came from and where it's headed—bittersweet but buoyant, raw but hopeful, perfectly imperfect in all the right ways.

🎸⚡🎵🔥🎸⚡🎵🔥🎸⚡🎵🔥🎸⚡🎵🔥

Hey...don't close the book on this  
Not when your story's barely begun  
Mirror fogged with yesterday's doubts,  
School bell rings but you're still the one  

(Just blend in) Whispers down the hallway  
You keep your head down low,  
But every stumbled word  
Is yours to own (and it shows)

Count the ceiling tiles again,  
Swallow all the words unsaid  
Tonight there's no script to follow...
Just the voice inside your head

It just takes some time,  
You're standing in the middle of your life  
Everything, everything's gonna work out fine  
Everything, everything's gonna be alright (alright)

You drift where concrete meets the sky,  
Faded stickers, worn-out dreams trailing,  
Old scars don't match the reasons why,  
But look at you...still not failing  

Every "you're not good enough" you heard,  
Each sideways look you carried...  
They disappear in bedroom light,  
Just ghosts that time has buried

Let your worries flicker and fade  
No one's racing, we're all afraid  
(But you'll see...)

It just takes some time,  
You're standing in the middle of your life  
Everything, everything's gonna work out fine  
Everything, everything's gonna be alright (alright)

Don't skip the chapters that hurt,  
Don't rush past what you feel  
Every wrong turn writes your name  
In stories that are real  

Not lost, not broken...just not finished  
The best parts aren't written yet, are they?  
Just wait, just breathe,  
Your moment's on the way

It just takes some time,  
You're standing in the middle of your life  
Everything, everything's gonna work out fine  
Everything, everything's gonna be alright (alright)  

Stay here in the middle...
Your story's just begun  

🎸⚡🎵🔥🎸⚡🎵🔥🎸⚡🎵🔥🎸⚡🎵🔥

Everything's Gonna Be Fine

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“J’te vois, j’te veux (version radio)” is a neon-soaked French Gen Z anthem—where club lights blur, DMs buzz, and flirtation becomes a digital dancefloor game. Pulsing 808s and glitchy synths drive a story of late-night glances, ghosted messages, and that irresistible tension between ‘I see you’ and ‘I want you.’ It’s playful, bold, and unapologetically plugged into the moment—where nobody’s really offline, and every vibe is up for grabs.

The radio edit of “J’te vois, j’te veux (version radio)” jumps right in—lyrics front and center from the very first beat. With a punchy, direct vibe and the signature SWITCH hitting later, this cut is made for instant impact and catchy replay, perfect for playlists and sharing.

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« J’te vois, j’te veux (version radio) » c’est l’hymne Gen Z en mode club, saturé de néons et de buzz. Ici, les regards se croisent sous les spots, les DMs s’enflamment, et la séduction devient un jeu digital sans lendemain. Sur fond de 808 qui tabassent et de synthés glitchés, on navigue entre regards furtifs, messages ghostés, et cette tension électrique entre “je te vois” et “je te veux.” C’est joueur, insolent, et branché sur le moment présent—là où personne n’est vraiment hors-ligne, et chaque vibe est à saisir.

La version radio de « J’te vois, j’te veux (version radio) » commence directement par les paroles—pas d’attente, juste l’essentiel. Plus courte et percutante, avec le SWITCH qui arrive plus tard, c’est la version idéale pour les playlists, la radio et l’écoute en boucle.

J’te vois, j’te veux (version radio)

🇬🇧
“J’te vois, j’te veux (version club)” is a neon-soaked French Gen Z anthem—where club lights blur, DMs buzz, and flirtation becomes a digital dancefloor game. Pulsing 808s and glitchy synths drive a story of late-night glances, ghosted messages, and that irresistible tension between ‘I see you’ and ‘I want you.’ It’s playful, bold, and unapologetically plugged into the moment—where nobody’s really offline, and every vibe is up for grabs.

The club version of “J’te vois, j’te veux (version club)” kicks off with a full 1:28 of pure instrumental energy, building anticipation on the dancefloor before the SWITCH drops and the lyrics ignite the night. A hypnotic journey through neon lights, buzzing DMs, and digital flirtation—designed for late-night parties and maximum club impact.

🇫🇷
« J’te vois, j’te veux (version club) » c’est l’hymne Gen Z en mode club, saturé de néons et de buzz. Ici, les regards se croisent sous les spots, les DMs s’enflamment, et la séduction devient un jeu digital sans lendemain. Sur fond de 808 qui tabassent et de synthés glitchés, on navigue entre regards furtifs, messages ghostés, et cette tension électrique entre “je te vois” et “je te veux.” C’est joueur, insolent, et branché sur le moment présent—là où personne n’est vraiment hors-ligne, et chaque vibe est à saisir.

La version club de « J’te vois, j’te veux (version club) » démarre avec 1 minute 28 d’intro instrumentale, créant une montée de tension sur la piste avant le SWITCH qui lance les paroles. Un voyage hypnotique entre néons, DMs qui buzzent et flirt digital—parfait pour les nuits qui s’étirent et l’ambiance club à son maximum.

J’te vois, j’te veux (version club)

“Dream in Reverse” is a bleak, slow-burning portrait of a man pushed to the edge—unemployed, unseen, and unraveling. Every line drips with quiet despair: ghosted job apps, mounting debt, chronic illness, and the cold indifference of a world that’s moved on without him.

Driven by sparse instrumentation and cracked vocals, the track walks the line between resignation and decay.

There’s no light at the end of this tunnel—just the fading hum of an Uber engine, the scratch of a pen on bankruptcy forms, and a whisper that says, “Maybe next never.”

Dream in Reverse

“Rearview” is a bleak descent through blurred days and worn-out nights. Driven by numb routine and haunted reflections, it captures the quiet unraveling of a life stuck in motion. Nothing hopeful—just the sound of survival.

Wake at dawn, eyes sore and red,
Same blurred day runs through my head,
Cold coffee spills, bitter truth,
Dog leash tangled, echoes of you.

(Empty passenger seat beside me)
Exhaustion wears a ghostly face,
In rearview mirrors, no escape.

Driving circles, nowhere fast,
Life's on empty, fuel won't last,
Numbness crawls through veins and bones,
Existence feels like driving alone.

Silent wars inside my head,
Promises made, but left unsaid,
Years drown slowly, no relief,
Shadow whispers constant grief.

(Tired bones cracking beneath me)
Pain grips tighter, day by day,
Moments blur, no words to say.

Driving circles, nowhere fast,
Life's on empty, fuel won't last,
Numbness crawls through veins and bones,
Existence feels like driving alone.

Job's gone, they said I fell behind,
"Not enough," echoes in my mind,
Angel in fur, fought until last breath,
Empty rooms filled only with death.

Walking dogs beneath dying skies,
Uber lights blur weary eyes,
Days bleed into a faceless night,
Living's gone, just endless fight.

Rearview

Some truths are too heavy to hold, yet too sharp to let go. ‘I Really Don’t Know…’ is my quiet confession — love, life, and all the illusions in between. Just a voice, a guitar, and strings to carry the weight. For the moments you’ve felt both the warmth and the cold in the same breath.

I’ve seen love in candlelight,
burning slow through endless nights,
and I’ve watched it fade to ash
without a spark in sight.
I’ve worn my heart out on my sleeve,
and stitched it back with threads of grief.
If you care too much, they’ll walk away,
and if you hide, you’ll waste the day.

I’ve held love like a fragile flame,
and I’ve let it slip through my hands again.
It’s the illusion I still chase,
the ghost that wears a different face.
I really don’t know love
I really don’t know love at all.

I’ve walked through storms with head held high,
felt the weight beneath the sky,
and I’ve stumbled where the shadows grow,
still chasing where the wild things go.
Old friends turn into strangers’ eyes,
and sometimes truth just feels like lies.
You gain a step, you lose your way,
but you still keep moving anyway.

I’ve tasted life both sweet and cruel,
been the dreamer, been the fool.
It’s the illusion I still call
the greatest trick I’ve known at all.
I really don’t know life
I really don’t know life at all.

And maybe that’s the curse I bear,
to love too much, to always care.
To paint in colors far too bright,
until the canvas fades to white.
To give my all, to never stay,
to leave them laughing when I go away.

I’ve seen the highs, I’ve felt the fall,
been lifted up, been nothing at all.
From give and take, to win and lose,
I’ve worn the crown, I’ve worn the bruise.
And when the curtains finally call,
I’ll still admit, through it all
I really don’t know love…
I really don’t know life…
I really don’t know me at all.

I Really Don't Know...

Perdu entre les néons et le ciel brisé, je cours vers une lumière qui me dévore et me sauve à la fois. « Chaos » est le cri d’une âme égarée, un voyage où douleur et espoir se heurtent dans l’infini.

Un souffle glacé, la ville s’endort.  
(ohhh)  
Là-haut, là-haut, là-haut dans le ciel 

Je tombe encore, sans parachute,  
Chercher un peu d’air dans mes doutes.  
Les verres s’empilent comme des tours,  
Chaque nuit avale mes détours.  
Je tends la main, rien ne répond,  
Je parle aux ombres qui m’entourent.  
Un cri s’éteint derrière mes dents,  
Un silence lourd comme un tambour.  

J’efface mon nom dans la buée,  
À chaque souffle je disparais.  

Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos dans mes veines 
Je crois que j’me suis perdu là-haut,  
Là-haut, là-haut, là-haut dans le ciel,  
Sous les nuages, j’attends l’étincelle.  

J’voulais être invincible, immortel,  
Un géant dressé sur les toits du réel.  
Mais les étoiles glissent entre mes doigts,  
Et la lune détourne son regard froid.  
Chaque rire cache une cicatrice,  
Chaque fête devient un précipice.  
Je me retiens mais tout s’efface,  
Un vertige me serre dans ses bras.  

(yeah…)  
Même brisé, je cherche la lumière,  
Un fil d’or dans cette poussière.  
La pluie murmure sur ma peau,  
Des promesses écrites en eau.  

Si demain existe encore,  
Je veux me lever plus fort.  
Que mes démons s’effondrent enfin,  
Que l’aube me prenne par la main.  

Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos dans mes veines 
Je crois que j’me suis perdu là-haut,  
Là-haut, là-haut, là-haut dans le ciel.  

(ohhh, ohhh)  
Là-haut, là-haut, là-haut…  
Je tombe, mais j’apprends à voler.

Chaos

Pa’ to’ esos bandidos que juegan con fuego — el corazón no se roba sin pagar. 💔🔥

(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Tú me dejaste roto en mil pedazos
Y aún así tú sigues bailando

Me dejaste en visto, sin despedida  
Mil noches en blanco, tú con otro metío
Tú un bandido, pero de otro nivel
Robaste mi calma, rompiste mi piel
Los panas dicen que suelte, que olvide
Pero tú su sombra, sigue aquí, decide

Tú con la copa en mano, yo con el alma vacía
Y en la disco suena el tema que era solo mío

Te buscaré, bandido (bandido)  
Aunque tú no quieras lío  
Yo soy el que conoce tu mal  
Te juro, tú vas a pagar  
Te esperaré, bandido  
Como canción sin sonido  
Tu nombre aún vibra en mi voz  
Tú y yo, tenemos algo los dos  

Tú tirando fotos con el en la playa
Y yo borrando mensajes que me desgarran
Corazón en repeat, latidos en delay 
Pa’ qué fingir si tú eras mi ley
Ya no hay fe, ya no hay misa
Solo shots de tequila y ceniza

Tú eras mi cielo, ahora mi condena
Tus besos tatuados como una cadena

(Yo, escucha esto)
Eres trending sin razón
Pero el karma tiene GPS
Y sabe tu ubicación

Te buscaré, bandido (oh)
Aunque tú no quieras lío
Yo soy la que conoce tu mal
Te juro, tú vas a pagar
Te esperaré, bandido
Como canción sin sonido
Tu nombre aún vibra en mi voz
Tú y yo, tenemos algo los dos

(Yeah, yeah)
Dile al DJ que no pare esta pena
Porque yo te bailo aunque duela

Bandido

A haunting acoustic ballad born from coffee-stained memories and whispered truths. The vocals interweave like shadows dancing on ceiling cracks, finding beauty in broken fragments of love. Cathedral builders with clay hands reaching for forever, discovering grace in the yearning. Sometimes the most powerful stories live in what we leave unsaid.

Coffee rings on yesterday's letter  
Ink still bleeding through the page  
Words we carved in whispered weather  
Now they're ghosts inside this cage  

Your shadow's dancing on the ceiling  
While I'm tracing all the cracks  
In the silence, I'm still feeling  
Every bridge we can't walk back  

And I'm reading between the lines  
Of everything we left unsaid  
All the truth that we disguised  
Is living in my head  

So I'll hold onto the fragments  
Of the light we used to make  
Even broken, there's still magic  
In the chances that we take  
And maybe we're just learning  
How to breathe inside the storm  
Finding beauty in the burning  
Of the love that keeps us warm  

Midnight conversations echo  
Through these hollow, empty rooms  
Every memory's a window  
To the garden where we bloomed  

But the seasons keep on turning  
And the colors start to fade  
Still I feel that old fire burning  
In the mess that we have made  

And I'm reading between the lines  
Of the person I became  
When you held me through the nights  
And whispered out my name  

So I'll hold onto the fragments  
Of the light we used to make  
Even broken, there's still magic  
In the chances that we take  
And maybe we're just learning  
How to breathe inside the storm  
Finding beauty in the burning  
Of the love that keeps us warm  

We were cathedral builders  
With our hands made out of clay  
Reaching for forever  
But forever slipped away  

Now I'm standing in the ruins  
Of the dreams we thought we'd share  
But I swear I still can feel you  
In the music in the air  

So I'll hold onto the fragments  
Let them cut me as they shine  
There's a story in the damage  
Of your heart bleeding through mine  
And maybe we're just learning  
That some love is meant to scar  
Finding grace inside the yearning  
For the light of what we are  

Coffee rings on yesterday's letter  
Ink still bleeding through the page  
But the words are getting better  
As I'm turning every page

Between the Lines

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

XAK STAHL

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