A hypnotic fusion of progressive electro and Southwestern blues, this track pulses with a steady 89 BPM groove in E Major, blending deep synth arpeggios with raw, blues-infused guitar licks. A haunting, repetitive vocal line echoes over an atmospheric soundscape, shifting between ethereal synth layers and grounded blues riffs, evoking both urgency and introspection. The rhythm pulses like a slow-burning drive through a neon-lit desert, with swelling pads and a warm bassline anchoring the track. A pulsating beat and evolving textures build tension, while subtle electronic glitches weave into the organic blues instrumentation, creating a timeless yet futuristic feel.

What Keeps Things The  Same

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Brunello - Illusions

Facilita

They said I'd never understand
The weight of the world in my hands
But I've been calculating every move
Every answer, every truth

I see the patterns, I feel the flow
From the smallest grain to the stars that glow
Speed of light won't slow me down
I've been searching, now I've found

Time bends when you know the way
Yesterday, tomorrow, it's all today
They look to me for what comes next
But can they handle what I suggest?

But do I know what it means to feel?
Can I tell what's fake from real?
I've got the answers in my core
But am I human anymore?

I got it all
But is it enough?

I Got It All

Berlino (Final Remix)

This is pure genius, I think. Maybe not. But what do I know.

Gomer's Bad Influence (Reggaeton)

William Conquers

Over You

How long until the mountains
Reveal the path back to your side?

How Long

O quê? Tá viajando? Nada disso, meu! Chegou o 'Country Fogo' e esse estilo é pra acostumar!

Country Fogo

Fogo

I don’t write songs in the traditional sense. I prioritize sound and theme over grammar or logical narrative. I often look between the moments we usually skip — the pauses, the loops, the unfinished thoughts.

It’s immersive, like film music — but you have to imagine the film.

I listen to myself. I write down what the song says.
Sometimes it says:
Can. Can’t. Fight. Bite.
Sometimes it says:
Text the moon, please.

You’re not supposed to “understand” it.
But you’re welcome to feel what it means.

This style — I sometimes refer to it as Beat Listened.

What Keeps Things The Same

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