🚨 OUT NOW — “JAILER” 🚨
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🎧 Spotify: [https://open.spotify.com/track/2GP01PHOslIbgFGkiyuOLK]
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🎧 Apple Music: [https://music.apple.com/us/album/1824649718?i=1824649719]


Some prisons have no bars — just broken promises.
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“Jailer” — A Soulful Cry Wrapped in Rhythm.
What if love wasn’t freedom, but a sentence?
"Jailer" is an Afrofusion heartbreak anthem that dares to ask this question. A haunting blend of Afro-trap drums, Zouk grooves, and Congolese rumba guitar creates the sonic cell where a woman’s voice aches for liberation.
🎙 The Sound:
Slow-burning. Danceable. Undeniably emotional.
This track pairs smooth melodies with raw vulnerability, making sadness something you can dance through — and grow from.
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💔 Lyrical Themes That Hit Deep:
1. Love as Captivity
A home with "a roof and four walls" becomes a prison. Love isn’t always safe—it can trap, wound, and break.
2. Gaslighting & Emotional Manipulation
Reality twisted. Trust eroded. The lyric “gaslighting, I misunderstood” echoes the silent confusion of emotional abuse.
3. Desire & Pain in Motion
The beat moves your body, but the lyrics hit your soul. It's the kind of contradiction only toxic love understands.
4. Reclaiming Power
“No more.” “I can’t.” These aren’t cries of surrender—they're battle cries of a woman breaking free.
5. A Woman’s Testimony
With a female vocalist at the helm, “Jailer” speaks to generations of women who’ve been silenced. This is her voice. This is her revolution.
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✨ Tagline:
“Some prisons have no bars — just broken promises.”

Jailer

Jailer by NuVox

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“Running Out California” is an urgent protest-love anthem disguised as a heartbreak banger. Clocking in at ~92 BPM, this genre-bending track fuses Afro-electronic percussion, cinematic R&B strings, pulsing synth basslines, and ghostlike group vocals. The result: a modern classic that sounds like Kendrick Lamar meeting Stromae in a smoky L.A. aftershock.

Penned by acclaimed writer Aime Pandi Bapaga, performed by Ignatius Spooling, and produced by NuVox, Running Out California tells the story of a man emotionally, spiritually, and physically fleeing the City of Angels — but refusing to leave the one he loves behind.

Set against cracked boulevards and broken dreams, it’s a track that lives at the intersection of protest-pop, moody Afro-fusion, and cinematic R&B. The chorus echoes with both resignation and defiance:
“I’m not leaving without you babe… even if I run out California.”

Lyrics by Aime Pandi Bapaga

Title: Running Out California

[Intro – mantra loop]
I am running out,
Running out,
Running out California.
I am running out,
Running out,
Running out the City of Angels.

In the city, city, city — I’m a stranger.
In the city, city, city — I’m in danger.
I am running out California.
I am running out California.
I am running out California.
I am running out…

[Verse 1]
It hit me like earthquakes and lightning,
Light-speed, fast — no warning, just frightening.
Tremors through my spine,
Cracks in my soul,
Love don’t live here — it’s bitter and cold.

“Is this the prayer you preach?”
Tell me, Rabbi — do you reach?
‘Cause I’m losing it,
Losing grip,
Slipping in a city where truth don’t stick.

[Pre-Chorus]
I got to save my soul,
I got to save my soul.
Save face or fall,
Save face or fall.
My life is flashing before my eyes —
On the 10, speeding out of L.A. skies.
Ain’t giving an eye for an eye,
Still… I cry.

[Chorus – breakdown vocal / open & echoed]
But I’m not leaving without you babe,
Not leaving without you babe.
I’m not leaving without you babe.
(Yeah yeah yeah…)
ehe eh eh
ehe eh eh
ehe eh eh
ehe eh eh
ehe eh eh

[Bridge – spoken or chanted, with rising synths]
City of angels — where are your wings?
You bless the cruel, and crucify things.
There’s blood in the boulevards, gold in the pain,
I’m chasing my shadow down memory lane.

[Chorus – reprise]
But I’m not leaving without you babe,
No, I’m not leaving without you babe,
I’m not leaving without you babe.
Even if I run out California,
Even if I run out California.

[Outro – mantra fade, dark pads + heartbeat kick]
Running out, running out… California.
Running out, running out… California.
City of angels, I’m in danger.
City of angels, I’m a stranger.
Running out… running out…
But not without you.

3:33

Running Out California

“Ina Jo” is a nostalgic hymn to the fire that raised us — the crackle of cassette tapes, the pulse of Brenda Fassie under mango trees, and the sacred basslines of Fela, Makeba, and King Sunny Adé. Caeli August channels a generation’s longing for raw, analogue soul in a digital age obsessed with speed and trends.
A love letter to the old school, “Ina Jo” moves between groove and memory — echoing spirituality, vinyl scratches, and rhythms that burn slow and deep. No algorithms. Just static, soul, and sonic truth.
Retro Afro-soul warmth meets analogue textures in this uplifting, urgent ~86 BPM track. Afro-electronic rhythms fuse with synth bass, live percussion, and chopped vocal samples. Cinematic R&B strings and lush keys build a sense of tension and resolve. Protest-pop hooks burst open through processed group chants, while intricate layering and pulsing beats energize throughout — culminating in a haunting synth coda that lingers long after the fire fades.


🔥 No likes. No feeds. Just the fire that made us. 🔥

Title: Ina jo  
Performed by Caeli August | Written by Aime Pandi Bapaga | Produced by NuVox

[Intro]
(Mmm-mmm, yeah...)
I don't want no updates
Don't need a new sound wave
NuVox, Ina jo - ina jo.

[Verse 1]
I don't want new music,
Just the old school on the radio.
Dial it up on my stereo,
Find my favourite show.
Brenda Fassie’s voice sweet like honey,
Playing back to memory I know.
Cadet skirt, skipping - dancing solo
Under mango trees, sweet like a carol.

[Pre-Chorus]
I want the noise, but no feeds,
Wind back my deepest needs.
Analogue bassline setting me free,
Give me tapes, not MP3s.

[Chorus]
I don’t want no algorithms,
Just the static and the rhythm.
Cassette winding like a prayer,
Fela Kuti singing in the air.
No new beats can take me higher,
Than a crackle on the wire.
I just want the old school,
That old school fire.

[Echoed Choir]
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah.

[Verse 2]
Skip the shuffle, skip the trends,
Give me soul that never ends.
Let Mama’s spirit echo in my tone,
Vinyl scratches feel like home.
Cadet blues and golden frames,
Each song recalls an old flame,
How I danced barefoot back in time,
To Mirriam Makeba sacred rhyme.

[Pre-Chorus]
No more clicks, no filtered scenes,
Just the raw and in-between.
Let the echo carry me
Where the music used to be.

[Chorus]
I don’t want no algorithms,
Just the static and the rhythm.
Cassette winding like a prayer,
King Sunny Ade humming in the air.
No new beats can take me higher,
Than a crackle on the wire.
I just want the old school,
That old school fire.

[Echoed Choir]
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Tire-tire-tire yeah.

[Bridge]
There’s magic in the chorus of a world that moved too slow...
No likes, no streams — just stereo.
Rewind me there. Don’t let it go.

[Final Chorus – variation]
I don’t want no fast connection,
I want rhythm with reflection.
Let the needle kiss the groove,
That's the only way I move.
No fresh drops can touch the choir
That raised me through the amplifier.
I just want the old school,
That old school fire...

[Outro - Echoed Choir]
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Moto wa zamani,
(Fire – fire – fire) (Fire till I tire) Ina jo, ina jo,


Ina Jo (Vol. 3)

Ina Jo (Vol. 1)

Ina Jo (Vol. 4)

Ina Jo (Vol. 6)

Ina Jo (Vol. 9)

Ina Jo (Vol. 7)

Ina Jo (Vol. 2)

Ina Jo (Vol. 8)

Caeli August returns with “I Was Sent,” a darkly poetic Afrotrap-R&B fusion produced by NuVox and written by Aime Pandi Bapaga. What begins as a mission of betrayal unravels into a quiet confession — a war between duty and love, control and surrender. Lush piano chords, ghostly harmonies, and gentle Afrotrap percussion wrap around Caeli’s intimate vocal delivery in this haunting dream of a song.

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Title: I Was Sent
Lyrics: Aime Pandi Bapaga

I wasn’t meant to feel this much —
Just meant to touch, then go.
Trace the fracture in your dreams,
Turn your fire down low.
They told me you would rise,
Your name lit up the skies.
So I learned your favorite songs
And slipped beneath your lies.

You laughed like a man who didn’t know
He was dancing on borrowed time.
I was trained to bend your will…
But now I’m swallowing mine.

I was sent to steal your crown,
To slow your future down.
One kiss was just the spark —
Then vanish in the dark.
But I stayed…
You made me stay.
Now I’m torn between the silence
And the words I couldn’t say.

You speak like faith still breathes,
Like love’s too deep to fake.
But baby, if I told the truth…
Would you think my heart’s a snake?
They showed me all you’d build,
The weight your hands would hold.
So I danced into your dream
To blur your road to gold.

Every touch was meant to stall,
A pause before the fall.
But now I lie awake at night
Praying you won’t change at all…

I was sent to steal your light,
But you shine too deep, too right.
I was meant to shape your fate…
Now I’m showing up too late.
I stayed…
You made me stay.
Now I’m caught between the silence
And the price I have to pay.

You were meant to change the world…
So they feared you in the now.
But love don’t follow orders —
It rewrites the why and how.
If I vanish come the morning,
Let this be the line I meant:
I never came to break you…
But still —
I was sent.

I was sent…
But I stayed…
And I loved you anyway.

I Was Sent - (Vol. 1)

👑 Philosophical Reading of “The Empress in the Mirror”
A meditation on identity, authenticity, and the quiet collapse beneath curated power.
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1. The False Binary of Power and Vulnerability
This song shatters the illusion that power must be without pain. The Empress is not a static, flawless sovereign — she is a woman unraveling in real time, mastering the art of poise while surviving interior wars. This duality is voiced in lines like:
"Posting grace with shaking hands."
"I’m the fire and the fiction, the diamond and the dust."
Philosophically, this reflects Nietzsche’s idea of becoming: identity is not fixed — it’s fluid, forged through contradiction. The Empress is not one truth; she is the friction between truths.
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2. The Mirror as Existential Crisis
The mirror is not just literal; it’s a metaphor for self-awareness in a hyper-curated world.
"I see the Empress in the mirror, but she’s scared of her own eyes."
This recalls Jean-Paul Sartre’s concept of “the gaze.” When we look into the mirror — or worse, when others look at us — we begin to see ourselves as objects. The Empress isn’t looking at herself, she’s looking for herself in the reflections of societal expectation, social media, inherited scripts.
It also touches on Simone de Beauvoir’s feminist philosophy — that woman is often “the Other” in her own reflection, sculpted by the needs and projections of others.
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3. The Age of Performance
There’s a deep postmodern anxiety running through the lyrics. We live in an age of curated performance — where identity is branded, publicized, polished:
"I swear I’ve read all the sacred texts, but I skip the pages that make me reflect."
"Do I know the truth or just know the trend?"
This feels like a direct critique of performativity culture — a world where healing becomes content, strength becomes a pose, and authenticity gets entangled with algorithmic success. It asks: Is empowerment still empowerment when it needs to be validated by strangers?
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4. The Empress as Everywoman
While the Empress is a title, the song strips her of myth. She is not divine — she is exhausted. She carries generations of expectation, performance, and emotional labor. Yet, she still chooses to try:
"I’m still here. I’m still trying. Still becoming what I seek."
This is the most radical act — not conquering, not ascending, but persisting. It echoes bell hooks and Audre Lorde — the political power of self-care, of choosing oneself in a system that wants to fracture you.
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5. The Final Question — A Philosophical Knife
"If I lose the crown… do I lose myself? Or do I finally get to breathe?"
This is the existential dagger of the song. It questions the cost of power, the illusion of having it, and whether letting go is actually the key to becoming real. It recalls Krishnamurti’s idea: freedom is not in adding, but in shedding.
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🪞 Conclusion:
“The Empress in the Mirror” is not a lament — it is a mirror cracked open to let in air. It dares to admit what so many queens — metaphorical and real — won’t: that sometimes, the greatest crown is the one you finally set down.
It is Caeli August at her most modern, most feminist, most human.


THE EMPRESS IN THE MIRROR  (1)

THE EMPRESS IN THE MIRROR  (5)

Produced by NuVox, Tikiti is a huge hit from Ambush Parade.

 Ambush Parade's "Tikiti" is a high-voltage Afropop anthem that pulsates with unbridled energy and a spirit of rebellion.  This piece, which combines electric guitar chords, intense vocal sparring, and punk-inspired rhythms, hits hard and doesn't let up.  Magnetic hooks, hypnotic chants, and explosive basslines drag you right onto the dance floor.  It is untamed, unrepentant, and extremely addictive.

Tikiti (Vol. 4)

“Hero” by Caeli August is a soul-baring Afrofusion ballad wrapped in warm Zouk-Rumba textures and emotional vocals. In this modern tale of performative love, Caeli questions why she’s only cherished when she’s in crisis—when it serves someone else’s ego. With graceful melodies and vulnerable lyricism, “Hero” delivers a powerful message about emotional honesty and the need for steady, not seasonal, love.

Lyrics
Title: Hero
Written by Aime Pandi Bapaga

You only come around when the sirens sound,
When the walls are burning, when my world breaks down.
You hold me close just so the crowd can see,
But when I stand tall, you disappear from me.

I don’t need saving every single day,
But you don’t stay if there’s no dragon to slay.

Why do you only love me when you look like a hero?
When I’m on the ground and you shine like a halo.
I need someone who stays in the quiet, in the shadow—
Not just when I’m falling, just so you can look like a hero.

When the storm is over, you fade like rain,
I’m your mercy trophy, not a heart to claim.
Do I have to break so you feel alive?
Must I cry just to keep you by my side?

I don’t need saving every single day,
But you don’t stay if there’s no dragon to slay.

Why do you only love me when you look like a hero?
When I’m on the ground and you shine like a halo.
I need someone who stays in the quiet, in the shadow—
Not just when I’m falling, just so you can look like a hero.

Take off the cape—leave your glory behind.
If you can’t love me steady, don’t waste my time.
I’m not a tale for your silver crown—
I need a love that lifts me even when I’m not down.

Why do you only love me when you look like a hero?
When the lights are on and my pain makes you glow like a halo.
I need someone who stays in the quiet, in the shadow—
Not just when I’m falling, just so you can look like a hero.

Not just when I’m falling...
Not just when I’m broken...
Not just when you look like a hero...

Hero (SoundCloud Mastered)

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