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To The Limit

Battle Of Five Arms

DISCOBARR HOLEDUPS DISCO CRIMINAL RE-WORKING THE FUNKY DISCO TRACKS WE ALL GREW UP TOO ..some memories for sure 
A BIG THANKS TO OUR HOLEDUP FAMILY THAT CONTINUE TO listen and  support !
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"Shadow" creates the perfect atmosphere for those reflective moments – a mesmerising pop track that effortlessly blends chill vibes with R&B influences. The song captivates from the first note with its hypnotic melody, carried by smooth vocals that float above meticulously crafted rim shot drums. The catchy chorus will linger in your mind long after listening, creating an irresistible sonic experience that balances emotional depth with mainstream appeal.



Curtains breathe like dying lungs,
The candle trembles something’s near.
Footsteps stitched in shadow tongues,
A whisper crawls behind my ear.
The floorboards ache like grieving bones,
The windowpanes exhale a sigh,
I taste the dread beneath the stones,
As silhouettes begin to pry.

In every stillness, something moves
A secret I can’t outrun.
I fear the dark not for its absence
But for who’s already come.

Chorus
There is a watcher in the corner,
Cold breath beneath the door.
There is a murmur in the silence,
A pulse beneath the floor.
Paranoia is a ghost-hand
Dragging nails along my spine,
I do not stand in darkness
The darkness stands behind.

The mirror keeps a second me,
The one who blinks when I do not.
The night becomes a rosary,
Each second knotted in the rot.
I hold my breath like sacrament,
I feel its gaze invade my lung,
A tether pulls my heartbeat taut,
Like prey already strung.

The hush becomes a hunt,
The air becomes a snare,
If nothing stalks me in the gloom
Why do I feel it there?

Chorus
There is a watcher in the corner,
Cold breath beneath the door.
There is a murmur in the silence,
A pulse beneath the floor.
Paranoia is a ghost-hand
Dragging nails along my spine,
I do not stand in darkness
The darkness stands behind.

There is a watcher in the corner,
Waiting with a borrowed face.
There is a hunger in the silence,
An uninvited grace.
Paranoia is the altar
Where my trembling faith resigns
I do not hide from shadows
The shadows hide in mine.

Shadow

“In the Waves” is a cinematic, emotionally charged piece about self-discovery beneath the surface. A deep, husky voice tells a story of loss, hope, and rebirth. Echoing piano, ambient textures, and ocean sounds create a vast soundscape — where time slows, and every breath feels meaningful.
The sea becomes a mirror of the soul — reminding us that every storm holds a lesson, and the light of courage always shines within.

This track blends human songwriting with AI-assisted sound design.
All lyrics, vocal phrasing choices, and creative direction were developed by Olja Arthur.
The result is a unique artistic expression shaped by emotion, atmosphere, and storytelling.The style blend Emotional, reflective, dramatic — like a film scene of self-discovery beneath an endless sea, Vocals: Deep male voice, husky and heartfelt, narrating memories carried by the tide, The spoken bridge feels intimate and raw, as if confessing thoughts to the ocean, Instruments: Echoing piano leads; ambient pads and distant electric guitar swells build vastness, Deep drums pulse like waves, strings rise with emotion, and subtle ocean SFX (wind, water) create depth, During the spoken part, a solo cello plays slow, resonant notes beneath the voice — adding warmth, gravity, and emotional tension, Dynamics: Begins minimal with piano and voice, grows through layered strings and drums, reaching a powerful cinematic climax, BPM 78

💫 If you feel the waves too — don’t forget to like, repost, and follow for more music.
Your support helps these songs reach more hearts. 🌊🎶

© 2025 Olja Arthur. All rights reserved.  
AI-assisted production & mastering by Olja Arthur.  
More music: https://soundcloud.com/olja-33043519

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Follow This Way feat Nina Moody

💥 ENR Release 092 - Jon Marché x Trique Ponet - Reimagined (Vol. 1) 🔥

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Trique Ponet x Jon Marché - Jimi Sauce (2025 Radio Mix)

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Made In TLV - If U Need Me | Descending Order


Blood and Bone is a reckoning set to rhythm—an album built where the body meets myth, where memory scrapes against metal, and survival grows teeth. Its sonic palette threads drum-machine pulse through dust-bitten guitars, twang through circuitry, and flamenco flicker through industrial grit. Every track lives in the tension between ruin and insistence, between a world that shakes with fire, violence, wind, and destiny, and a narrator who keeps stepping forward anyway. The project treats rhythm not as a backdrop but as a heartbeat you can almost hear splitting, mending, and refusing collapse.

Across this landscape, the human form is battered, unmasked, hunted, resurrected, and set ablaze—but never surrendered. The music leans into acoustic grain, the sweat-salt of live strings, the grit of surf twang and outlaw twine, yet plants those textures in a scaffold of relentless electronic precision. What emerges is a bruised hymn to endurance: techno carved out of earth, alt-country scorched into myth, psychobilly swagger sharpened by war and weather. Blood and Bone doesn’t seek redemption so much as it chronicles the cost of staying alive when the elements, the mountains, the inner voices, and the gods all stare back—and demand a response.


Your Blood Goes Down

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