Jimmy choo (fast car) prod. Balenci02

[Intro]
Can't you feel it?
They're talking 'bout a real change...
It sounds like a whisper.

Can't you feel it?
They're talking 'bout a real change...
It's more than a whisper.

[Verse 1]
Yo, you will not be able to stay home, fam.
You will not be able to just scroll through, log off and back out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on hype and
Numb the pain with cheap booze during the ad breaks,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

[Pre-Chorus]
I said you wanna see a real change…

You got to be the real change!

I said you wanna see a real change…

You got to be the real change!

[Chorus]
It’s too high to get over! (Yeah, yeah!)
The wall they built is under! (Yeah, yeah!)
We’re stuck in the middle! (Yeah, yeah!)
And the pain is thunder!
'Cause the revolution will not be televised!
The revolution will be live!
It won't be right back after some Tory lies,
The revolution puts the power in your eyes!

The revolution will be live!

[Verse 2]
There will be no pictures of the mandem
Pushing that trolley down the street on the dead run.
The Beeb won't be able to predict the winner from their ivory towers
Or send a posh reporter down to the ends for an hour.
They're gassing you up, a simple answer for the pain,
Blame the boat, blame the brother, anyone to hide the gain
They make from your struggle, from your toil, from your fears,
Been stirring this same pot of hate for years and years.
But my fam is from Poland, Pakistan, and Peckham Rye,
We see the same struggle when we look each other in the eye.

[Bridge]
Don't you know you better run, run, run, from the hate they sell?
Before their greedy little whisper becomes a living hell.
'Cause soon the quiet people gonna rise up,
And get their share.

Yeah, the forgotten people gonna rise up,
And take what's theirs!

[Chorus]
It’s too high to get over! (Yeah, yeah!)
The wall they built is under! (Yeah, yeah!)
We’re stuck in the middle! (Yeah, yeah!)
And the pain is thunder!
'Cause the revolution will not be televised!
The revolution will be live!
It won't go better with their slogans and their lies,
The revolution puts the future in your eyes!
The revolution will be live!

[Outro]
Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!
Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!

Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!

Mama-say, mama-sa, ma-ma-ko-ssa!

Lift your head up high!
And scream out to the world!

No re-run, brothers!

The revolution is live!

The Revolution

Prymordial (Scratch Mix)

Lights Flicker

⚽ Un solo battito – Dùo GL
Global Football Anthem | Afro-Latin Pop | Italian Unity Hymn

Non è una canzone per vincere.
È una canzone per sentirsi tutti sulla stessa panchina del mondo.

Con djembe, conga, ottoni brillanti e il rumore di una folla che crede nell’impossibile, “Un solo battito” celebra il calcio come rituale collettivo, poesia del movimento, abbraccio senza passaporto.

🌍 Cantato in italiano, sentito da tutti.
🥁 104 BPM – Afro-Latin groove – Voce maschile potente + cori femminili
🎶 Parte del progetto Metodo GL: musica che unisce corpo, cuore e folla.

→ Ascoltalo con il volume al massimo.
→ Condividilo con chi sa che il vero trofeo è giocare insieme.

“Non siamo soli — siamo qua!”

Un solo battito (Global Football Anthem)

A dark industrial dream-pop track told from the perspective of a demonic mirror that remembers every version of you. Features whisper-rap verses, reversed-reverb harmonies, metallic percussion, and three reversed-chorus sections for a supernatural effect. A haunting blend of cinematic distortion, psychological tension, and spectral ambience.

#darkpop #industrialpop #dreampop #demonic #experimental #haunting #reversedvocals #mirrorworld #alttrap #ambientdark


Mirrors Remember You

Made this song when I was in love, but now it’s a memory

Dummy  💕  Love

A WindTorn OneDareLand is a winter journey through a world where the blizzard never sleeps and every soul is tested by wonder, madness, and magic. Each track opens a doorway into a different corner of the frozen carnival—where hip-hop street kings stomp through candy-lit alleys, ancient warriors chant against the wind, blues-rock wanderers bend notes into the storm, opera sirens unleash dubstep avalanches, and glitch-born beasts stalk the shadows between snowdrifts.

Wrapped in ice, fire, rhythm, and myth, this album brings all corners of the OneDareLand realm together for a single storm-bound celebration. It is a mixture of dark whimsy, winter folklore, psychedelic dreamscapes, hip-hop swagger, gothic rap, metal-laced fury, soul-rock warmth, and carnival madness—each song a different world, all converging under the same roaring sky.

A soundtrack to the blizzard.
A carnival in the frost.
A celebration carved from myth and ice.
Welcome to the WindTorn.

Can’t Touch Me

Spatial