Lyrics :
Tes muscles roulent sous ta peau
Bistre et voilée de sueur
Monts et vallées des abdos
Puissance et douceur.

Cheveux collant humides
A tes épaules nues et larges
Quand ta volonté réside
Dans la montée de la charge

Ta sueur me donne envie
De lécher tout ton corps
Et par ta force asservie
Me fondre à tes efforts.

Chorus :
Tes muscles, ta sueur
Ta force, ta douceur
Fantasme androgyne
Ma super-héroïne

Tes seins adoucissent
Les arcs durs de tes pec
Mes genoux faiblissent
J’ai besoin d’un break

J’aborde tes aisselles
Et ton musc m’enivre.
Ma langue sensuelle
Te lit comme un livre

Tu m’enlaces en force.
Je m’abandonne à toi.
Sève vive sous l’écorce.
Je vibre sous tes doigts.

Diamant brut ciselé
Par l’effort et la chimie
Ton corps masculinisé
Se livre et s’épanouit.

Chorus :
Tes muscles, ta sueur
Ta force, ta douceur
Fantasme androgyne
Ma super-héroïne

Domine-moi en douceur
Puissante et altière
Ouverte, chienne et fleur,
A toi toute entière.

Ton clit sous stéroïdes
Tes courbes moites
Je veux que, torride,
Tu me déboîtes

Baisant doucement
Tes pieds et tes cils
Je suis amoureusement
Ta servante docile.

Bodybuildeuse

murmuration

This song was originally recorded by the legendary swedish rockband "Kent.  My cover version is a bit smoother I guess. Hope you like it!

Utan Dina Andetag - Kent cover

if my life was a dance

Reboot me please

TRAPPED out now on 12.11.2025 on Soundcloud!!!
Album RAGEBAITER 05.12.2025

Idea by: Mc FuTurE
Text by: Mc FuTurE
Produced by: Mc FuTurE (SUNO 4.5-all)
Song published by: Mc FuTurE

Lyrics:
I’m staring at a ceiling full of cracks,
They’re crawling like the thoughts I can’t turn back.
Every sound just cuts like wire,
Every truth sets me on fire.

I’ve been screaming through a soundproof wall,
Built it high so I can’t fall.

I’m trapped inside this echo chamber,
Lost between the fear and anger.
Can’t break free, can’t turn it off
I’m trapped and that’s enough.

My reflection doesn’t blink anymore,
It’s someone else behind the door.
Promises that taste like rust,
Turned my faith into dust.

I’m the cage, I’m the key, I’m the curse,
And every verse just makes it worse.

I’m trapped inside this echo chamber,
Lost between the fear and anger.
Can’t break free, can’t turn it off
I’m trapped and that’s enough.

Break me open, tear me wide,
I’m done with hiding what’s inside.
If pain’s the price for something real,
Then let it bleed until I heal.

I’m trapped, but I’m burning through the wires,
Feeding off my own desires.
I’m pretending I’m okay,
I’m trapped, but I’ll break away.

Ragebaiter

Trapped

First track in our new album. Rock yer socks off. Gritty rock . Tis almost the season to be Jolly 🎄


Shadows stretch long The day’s on the run
Streets light up Aye the party’s begun 
Kegs are tapped And the whisky flows 
Lanterns swing where the wild wind blows  

Rock yer socks off Shout till it’s done 
Dance like the devil Till the morning comes 
Oot comes the moon In goes the sun 
Rock yer socks off The party’s begun  

Boots on the floor Stompin' like thunder
 A ceilidh so wild It’ll tear the roof asunder
 Pipes are screamin’ Fiddles wailin’ 
Hearts are racin’ No one’s bailin’  

Rock yer socks off Shout till it’s done 
Dance like the devil Till the morning comes 
Oot comes the moon In goes the sun 
Rock yer socks off The party’s begun  

Raise yer glass high Feel the fire burn 
Round and round The world’ll turn 
Laugh till ye cry Sing till ye choke 
Life’s too short It’s the punchline joke  

Rock yer socks off Shout till it’s done 
Dance like the devil Till the morning comes 
Oot comes the moon In goes the sun 
Rock yer socks off The party’s begun

Rock yer socks off .mp3

Are we're going now
Is this our getaway?
Have we hit the wall
Is it time to ricochet?
Far from here
From these evil days

We'll fly away, fly

We won't give in
They won't pin us down
We'll never live
In their shantytown

But we don't know if we can
We don't know if we will
Is this a plan?
What's possible and what's a dream?

And if we fly
Will we ever look back again?
I will not lie
I cannot see the end

Just fly away, yes fly

No we don't know if we can
Is this really a plan?
Do we make a stand?
We don't know what will come
Or how long is too long
When do we run, just fly away?

Are we going now?
Is this our getaway?
Is it time
To ricochet?

Image by Paul Blenkhorn (Unsplash)

Ricochet

Strange Mornings

Ol' Bledgely

@leon violin #nefertiti

I am a sculptor of algorithmic sound. It is the art of pushing machines to produce the best of themselves — reaching toward a form of augmented humanity. Each track is conceived as a sensory and poetic experience, standing at the border between the real and the virtual, where technology becomes a vector of sensitivity.

👉 https://elasticstage.com/esreleasesf06/releases/french-touch-album

Le vinyle est prêt, pressé à la demande.
Une descente en groove dans les coulisses de la French Touch.
Boîtes à rythmes poussiéreuses, synthés analogiques et fantômes du Rex Club.
💿 Pour ceux qui ont dansé tard, et écoutent encore.
🎧 Commande ici :
👉 https://elasticstage.com/esreleasesf06/releases/french-touch-album

🇬🇧
The vinyl is ready — pressed on demand.
A groove-soaked dive into the backrooms of French Touch.
Dusty drum machines, analog synths, and the ghosts of Parisian nights.
💿 For those who danced late, and still listen.
🎧 Order here:
👉 https://elasticstage.com/esreleasesf06/releases/french-touch-album

Reboot me please

Stephan B