My Chemical Romance - Disenchanted (Sped Up Version)

Yang Patah Tumbuh, Yang Hilang Berganti - Banda Neira

Official Music Audio for The Hofners - Dreaming

Written and composed by Yannis Joly and Nassim Bouayadi

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The Hofners - Dreamin

im not small (Remix).mp3

Funny ...(.Funny )...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I bought a smart fridge; it judges with tears
When I grab cheese, it shows my work out fears
My therapist said to build a fence —
Around my feelings, so I charge them rent.
Tried yoga, trapped in downward dog,
Now barking at problems like a lost cause
I’m not broken, just creatively cracked.
I’m the kind of mess you can’t subtract.
If life’s a circus, I’m the snack stand.
Selling popcorn with one shaky hand.
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
[hook riff]
Fun thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
I dated an astrologer, you see,
She ditched me when Mercury spun crazily.
Told my mom, "I’m emotionally quite mature,"
She laughed, and grounded me, as her cure
Ex claimed I was "mysterious," a sign —
I forgot her birthday three years, just like mine.
I’m not toxic, just a little fermented.
My charm’s expired but still well-vented.
If love’s a game, I lost the dice.
and run from fate like folks run from Ice
Funny  thing about that —
I collect red flags like carnival bribes.
Funny thing about that —
My love language? Silence with maybe soon bribes.
Fun thing about that —
Ghosted myself, no joy for a man who just hides
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Turned 40, my body threw a bash,
Inviting pain, regret,  more then a dash
being left out tucks me in tight,
Sleeping like I’m not even here, night after night.
Asked the doc am I'm well am I  right,
“Define well” , then he walk away..out of  my sight
Tried journaling, but my pen retired,
Asked the universe, but she said she was a lier
Downloaded mindfulness,  but its advice betrayed,
Told me “breathe,”  maybe get laid
Funny thing about that —
I Google symptoms, funeral plans start sprouting.
Funny thing about that —
99 problems, ..98.. borne of my doubting.
Funny thing about that —
Life’s a joke, I laugh late, but who's counting
Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that
Here’s to the mess, the weird, and all that’s fun.
Bad decisions make the best stories — second to none.
Funnny thing about that…
may not chage a thing
Except  the frig judgmental tone  and this song I sing

Funny ....Funny ...Funny .....Funny thing about that...


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My Chemical Romance- Cancer

Cahaya Bidadari

I’m Elourai... shaman, heyoka empath, autistic artist, retreat host, writer, mom. I make music that lives between the seen and the felt: trance when the sky needs opening, dubstep when the body needs to shake something loose, house when the heart wants to move, and sometimes sounds that don’t belong to any genre at all. If it heals, if it hits truth, it belongs here.

My life is split between ceremony and school pickup, breathwork circles and grocery aisles. That tension is the instrument. I write from the floor of my babies room at bedtime, from the car outside practice, from quiet rooms where people remember how to breathe, from nights when fear feels louder than the mix. These songs carry all of that: the weight, the grit, the humor, the stubborn light that refuses to quit.

How I sound: two voices, same soul. One is etheric ... siren-toned, layered, vowel-forward, made to lift the crown and widen the room. The other is earth ... raspy, breathy, a little broken on purpose, the kind of vocal that tells the truth even when it shakes. Strings, harp, piano, deep bass, trance plucks, and organic percussion thread it together. I like drops that feel like cliffs. I like key changes that feel like oxygen. I avoid anything that sounds like a video game ... I want warmth, body, and human edges you can feel on your skin.

How I build: I treat sound like energy work. Toning, overtones, and carefully chosen frequencies show up under the melody ...not as a gimmick, but as a way of pointing the nervous system toward ease, release, or power. I use analog color, field textures, and choir layers where pads would normally go. My mix notes are simple: keep the breath, let the reverb breathe with it, and make the low end feel like a hand on your back saying “you’re safe.”

What I write about... transmutation without the sugarcoat. Rage that burns clean and becomes space. Surrender that isn’t defeat. Survival that turns into strength. Devotion that feels like standing still long enough to tell the truth. Some tracks are meant for ceremony, some for the late drive home, some for warehouse floors at 2 a.m. Not every song fits a tag. That’s fine. My only rule is that it has to be honest.

Who I hold it for.... people in the in-between ... empaths, sensitives, single parents counting receipts, seekers who don’t want to be sold anything, healers who still have bills, creatives who are tired of being told how to sound, neurodivergent nervous systems that deserve softness and bass that doesn’t punish. If that’s you, welcome. You don’t have to explain yourself here.

What you’ll hear here... full-body trance and house journeys, heavy bass pieces with orchestral spine, vocal rounds that feel like a remembering, spoken bridges that sound like a friend on the stoop, songs that start in a whisper and end in the sky. A few will sit outside genre; they can. I’m not here to be tidy. I’m here to be true.

If a track met you in a hard place and helped you breathe ...thank you for telling me. If you found me by accident and stayed...I see you. Play this loud or play it lying on the floor. Share it if it moved you. Message if you felt something you can’t name. This page is a studio, a sanctuary, and a field note on being human.

— ELOURAI
