🧽 Sweating and Swearing – Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Electropop / Groove Pop

“Das Leben ist kein Wunschkonzert,” they say.
So he mops. He hums. He sweats. He swears.
Five kids, a wife, no applause — just duty and floor polish.

A deeply human electropop anthem from the voice of the invisible:
a cleaner caught between heatwaves, heating bills, and the beat of his own breath.
With sax solos that cry like traffic, piano stabs like unpaid bills, and a groove that never quits —
this is working-class poetry wrapped in synths and sorrow.

🎶 “Mmm-hmmm… wipe it down, wipe it down…”
For anyone who's ever labored in silence and still found rhythm in the routine.

Lyrics:

They say: “Das Leben ist kein Wunschkonzert.”
Life ain't no wish parade.
And here I am again…
At 6:14 AM,
Holding a mop like a microphone,
Singing to a floor that never claps back.

🎶 Mmm-hmmm… doo-doo-dooo… mm-mmm…
🎶 Mmm-hmmm… wipe it down, wipe it down…

I wipe, I scrub, I scrape the night
Before the suits walk in, before the light
It’s summer, and sweat rolls down my spine
The day just started, and this heat is mine

Five mouths at home, plus hers and mine
She packs my lunch — a quiet sign
We got love, but no vacation
Just a mop, a beat, and resignation

I dream of rain, but dream too fast
The fan is broken — the heat will last
I hum a tune to push the pain
And whisper to the floor again:

🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
This is the song I sing while caring
🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Through every Monday, pain-bearing
All week long, and the years ahead
All for the kids who need to be fed

🪗 keys jab like thoughts I can’t say

In winter it’s no better, just a shift in pain
The heat is on, I sweat in shame
My shirt sticks cold, then hot, then back
But no one sees the silent crack

I once wrote poems, had a band
Now I polish floors with broken hands
The suit walks past, eyes glazed like glass
But I stay low — I let him pass

🎶 Mmm-hmm-mm… doo-doo-dooo…
🎶 Life don’t care what I used to do

🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Nobody claps, but I keep on daring
🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Mop in hand, soul wearing
Wiping pain into the tile
Feeding love with every mile

Sometimes I wonder…
If these floors could talk,
Would they thank me?
Or just laugh… like the world does.
But this is life. No dreams. No applause.
Just duty.
And maybe a song.

🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
It’s all I got, but I keep on caring
🎵 Sweating and swearing — sweating and swearing
Winter or summer, it’s all the same airing
One step, one wipe, one day more
'Til I hum myself out the exit door

🎶 Mmm-hmmm… doo-doo-dooo… mm-mmm…
🎶 Mmm-hmmm… wipe it down, wipe it down…

Sweating and Swearing

💿 Remix of the original top hit on this channel with over 6,000 streams in its first month

From fluorescent denim shifts to glass tower diplomacy — the story remains the same:
give more than take.

Now reimagined as a French House groove anthem, this remix flips heartfelt poetry into a shimmering club vibe, dripping with filtered synths, funky guitar licks, and a bassline that doesn't quit. Vocal chops echo like memories on the dancefloor, while sidechained pads breathe emotion into every beat.

✨ Inspired by the French retro-soul
💔 For every careerist misread, every underestimated soul
🔥 For everyone who's ever climbed without stepping on hearts

“I’m not the story they love to paint —
I’m made of mercy, not of saints.”

Put your headphones on — or let it spill out onto the night.
Because this isn’t just a remix. It’s a groove with integrity.

Lyrics:

Started on the floor folding denim dreams
Humming songs of freedom under fluorescent beams
Now it's glass towers, power talks, silent screams
But I'm still that girl with pocket-sized schemes
They say I climb too clean, it must be fake
A whisper in the hall, a smile I didn't make
He said she must be a careerist, just look what's at stake
But I never traded kindness for the deals I make
Every step I took, I held my breath
Never stepped on hearts to chase success
If I shine now, it's not for show
It's the light I gave, not the things I owe

Give, give, give, give more than take
No need to fake
Just give more than take
Give, give, give, give, give more than take
That's who I am, no mask to break
Give, give, give, give, give more than take
No need to fake, just give more than take

Give, give, give, give, give more than take
That's who I am, no mask to break
Give, give, give, give, give more than take
Hearts don't climb by stepping snakes
Just give more than take

You see the title, not the tired nights
Not the inner wars, not the silent fights
You think I played the game, cut sharp and cold
But I held hands, I broke no soul
Yeah maybe I'm high, but I'm still small
Still the jean shop girl in a mirrored mall
Still feel the price tags, the shift bells chime
Still giving like I did back in simpler time
So let them think what they need to see
But they don't know what it cost to be me
I'm not the story they love to paint
I'm made of mercy, not of saints

Give, give, give, give more than take
No need to fake
Just give more than take
Give, give, give, give, give more than take
Don't need a throne, don't need a stake
Give, give, give, give, give more than take
So can rise without a break
Just give more than take

(For what I wrote)
(Maybe it hurts me)
(If that's what people think of me)
(But I'm not like that)
(I give rather than take)
(And I don't see myself as a careerist)
(Just a simple jean sales girl)
(Give, give, give, give, give, give, give, give)
(Just give more than take)
(Give, give, give, give, give, give, give, give)
(The real ones feel it)
(No need to fake)
(Give, give, give, give, give, give, give, give)
(Simple girl)
(With soul at stake)
(Give, give, give, give, give, give, give, give)
(Yeah, just give more than take)

Give More Than Take (Remix)

🎧 Let’s Go to Haiti – Unbekannter Künstler
Groove House / French House / Tropical Dance

A sun-soaked escape anthem with a funky French Touch, tropical percussion, and hypnotic piano stabs — this is a groove for dreamers, lovers, and midnight flyers.

📦 Passport in your pocket. Dreams in your shoes.
🌀 The beat pulls you into a warm blur of mango mornings, creole sunsets, and heartbeat-driven basslines.

From soft pads and whispered seduction to full-on euphoric drops, "Let’s Go to Haiti" carries you from your room to the dancefloor — no map needed. Just take a hand and vanish where the waves kiss the land.

🔁 Refrain:
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai… let’s go to Haiti… only you and me.

Lyrics:

Passport in my pocket, dreams in my shoes...
Midnight’s calling... and it sounds like you.

Wake up slow in a sunrise mood,
Flip-flops echo on tiled bamboo.
Skies so blue they hum a tune,
And every rhythm leads to you.

Café noir and mango light,
We dance through heat, through velvet nights.
Forget the map, just take my hand —
We’ll vanish where the waves kiss land...

🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... let’s go to Haiti... only you and me.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... no more maybe... just come with me.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... heartbeat’s hazy... like sugar sea.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... let’s go to Haiti... only you and me.

Your skin glows in that creole sun,
We sip coconuts, then start to run.
Through Port-au-Prince, the beat’s alive,
We’re dancing traffic, groove, and drive.

Forget the flight, forget the phone,
Just whispers now, just skin and tone.
The sand’s a beat, the moon’s a drum,
And every drop of sweat says “come…”

🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... let’s go to Haiti... only you and me.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... no more maybe... just come with me.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... lights go hazy... lost in the beat.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... let’s go to Haiti... only you and me.

Fever breeze, sweet release,
Sunset melts into our peace.
Let the world just fade away —
We’re flying cheap, but feeling rayon riche.

🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... let’s go to Haiti... only you and me.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... heartbeat crazy... wild and free.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... dancefloor lazy... sun on our skin.
🎵 Lala lalai, lala lalai... let’s go to Haiti... just let us begin.

Let’s Go to Haiti

🎧 The Beer Garden Anthem
Genre: Electropop / Groove House
Vibe: Uplifting • Surreal • Groovy • Sparkles of Transcendence

Description:
A divine fusion of crispy roast pork, holy beer, and mellow piano-sparked euphoria.
The Beer Garden Anthem floats somewhere between lunch and ascension — a groove house hymn for everyone who's ever felt light after a heavy meal.

Sunset melodies. Forks falling like prayers. Clouds made of crackling skin and Bavarian foam.
This isn't just a song — it's a meal-induced miracle.

💫 Expect:
✅ Sacred synths & mellow grooves
✅ Hypnotic piano loops & dreamy female vocals
✅ “Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa…” (yes, it’s that kind of ride)
✅ Lyrics about flying over beer gardens on a pork-and-hop high

Hmm hmm hmm...
Fork drops. Beat rises.

Sun dips low, amber in the trees,
Table's full, I’m weak in the knees.
Juices run, skin crisp like a hymn —
And the beer, oh the beer, it sings from within.

One bite and my soul took flight,
Foam kissed lips, and the world turned light.
Heaven opened in a garden shade,
With a belly full of blessings I levitate.

My chair’s gone. I float.
No more weight, no coat.
The waiter smiles like a saint,
As I rise with no complaint...

🎶 Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa
Blessed be the brew in my veins,
The roast, it whispers holy refrains.
Up I go — no wings, no plan —
Just clouds, just foam, just who I am.

Sky’s a plate of sapphire cream,
My shadow dances on a dream.
Below, the world still chews and sips,
But I fly high on sacred sips.

Bavarian harp in the wind’s soft tone,
A choir of hops and crackling bone.
Above the steins, above the pain,
In pork-slick grace, I’ve slipped the chain.

No last call, no regrets,
My flight path’s set with no nets.
Heaven smells like fried delight —
And every cloud tastes just right...

🎶 Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa
This isn't just beer, it’s a prayer,
And roast pork makes me lighter than air.
I’m rising slow through mustard skies,
With gravy dreams behind my eyes.

In the sky I saw a sausage moon,
Brushed with beer foam, round as a tune.
A table floats by, set for one —
I toast the sun. My meal’s not done.

🎶 Lalalala – lalalala – lalalalalaaaaaaaa
Holy suds and swine divine,
Lift me past the earthly line.
I don’t need wings, don’t need to pray —
Just one more pint and I’ll stay this way…

Hmm hmm hmm... lalalalaaaa...
Sacred foam… blessed flesh… eternal lunch above the rest…

The Beer Garden Anthem

Smooth Dance / Deep Groove House

🎧 “And Again” – Smooth Dance / Deep Groove House

Flirty. Soulful. Hypnotic.

A velvet-smooth groove house slow-burner that pulses with late-night longing and sensual irony.
Driven by a sultry female humming line that weaves through every beat, “And Again” is your new twilight obsession — where synth bass melts into tropical chords, filtered funk guitar flickers like candlelight, and heartbreak hums like a lullaby.

From whispered bedsheet poetry to bouncing choruses full of rhythmic swing, this track walks the line between desire and despair — playful, smooth, and emotionally loaded.

✨ Expect:
✔️ Seductive female humming loop (dominant & rhythmic)
✔️ Funky guitar flicks & lush pads
✔️ Soulful lyrics with ironic heat
✔️ Vocoder textures & tropical chord stabs
✔️ Deep groove bassline with bounce
✔️ Smooth electro feel, dreamy but danceable
✔️ Outro that fades like sleep winning over the heart

A song for that hour when you can’t sleep… and can’t stop missing them.

Lyrics:

Hmm hmm hmm…
Hmm-hmm hmm… hmm hmm hmm…


The sun slips out in silk disguise,
You whispered once beneath that sky.
Now every blush of evening red,
Feels like the warmth you never said.

The shadows curl around my hips,
Your name still dances on my lips.
The light is low, the air is thick,
And my brain taps love like a slow drumstick.

I sway alone, but not alone —
Your ghost and I have set the tone.
You’re not here… but you still know,
I hum your name when the night gets slow…

And again I am missing you
And again I feel that hue
You touched my heart, you took control
Now falling asleep’s my only goal

And again — I breathe you in
Every sigh, like violin
You touched my skin, and left a role —
Now falling asleep’s my only goal

Curtains kiss like lovers do,
But none of them can dance like you.
The night begs soft, but I refuse —
I twist in sheets that smell like you.

The lamp is low, my hair a mess,
My heart’s a wild, untamed yes.
The clock seduces every beat —
And I just wait… for sleep to cheat.

Hmm… hmm hmm hmm…
Hmm-hmm hmm…

Your echo crawls along my spine,
Each hum a kiss I call mine.

And again I am missing you
And again I feel that hue
You touched my heart, you took control
Now falling asleep’s my only goal

And again — I breathe you in
Every sigh, like violin
You touched my skin, and left a role —
Now falling asleep’s my only goal

Hmm hmm hmm...
Hmm hmm hmm…

And Again

🎧 “Missing You” – Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Groove House / Mellow Electronica / Dream Funk
🌀 Tempo: 106 BPM

Soft kicks. Rubbery bass. Whispers of the one who left.

“Missing You” is a velvet-smooth Groove House lullaby for the late-night soul searchers. With a gently syncopated bassline, flickering Rhodes chords, reversed memories, and a haunting “hmm hmm hmm” that threads through every beat, this track lies somewhere between insomnia and surrender.

✨ Expect:

Dreamy synth pads & lo-fi textures

Vinyl hiss, panning xylophone plinks, surreal reverb tails

Breathy male/female vocals layered with vocoder ghosts

Lyrics that dissolve into moonlight and memory

A love once burned now echoes through soft percussion and seafoam haze. It doesn’t shout — it sighs, hums, and pulses like a tired heartbeat trying to forget.

🌙 For when sleep won’t come… and missing someone becomes your midnight rhythm.


Lyrics:

Hmm hmm hmm…
Hmm hmm hmm-hmm…
A heartbeat loop, distant echoes, velvet synths swirl

The sun bowed out without a sound,
Like a candle slipping underground.
Sky bleeds orange, then violet, then void—
And in the hush, your name deploys.

Shadows stretch like liquid dreams,
Dripping through my window seams.
The clock forgets what time it is…
My mind plays tunes on nervous ribs.

A xylophone inside my head,
Taps lullabies I never said.
Each note — a tear, a taste, a trace,
Of you, of us, of some lost place…

And again I am missing you
And again I am feeling blue
You took my heart, you took my soul
Now falling asleep is the only goal
Mmm-hmm hmm… (echo trail)
Mmm-hmm hmm… (filter sweep)

The ceiling's blank, but full of scenes—
You dancing softly in moonbeams.
Your laugh, a perfume in the air,
But when I reach—there's nothing there.

The bed's a boat in midnight tide,
The sheets don't warm the space you hide.
I drift between the now and then,
Chasing the ghosts of where you’ve been…

Darkness won…
And the room forgets to care.
Silence howls in underwear.
I lie in limbo, breath held tight,
Till mercy comes… in sleep’s dim light.

And again I am missing you
And again I am feeling blue
You took my heart, you took my soul
Now falling asleep is the only goal
Mmm-hmm hmm…
Hmm hmm hmm-hmm…

Hmm… hmm hmm hmm…
Sleep, come… take me home…

Missing You

🎧 Best Day Ever
Genre: Groove House × Piano House
Mood: Ironic joy • Workday blues • Sarcastic groove
Tempo: ~124 BPM

Description:
Wake up. Smile. Pretend you’re thrilled.
"Best Day Ever" is a soulful, sarcastic house anthem for everyone who's ever wanted to scream into their coffee mug.
Groovy piano stabs, dubby delays, vocoder hums, and a DnB-flavored breakdown carry a tale of office-induced enlightenment.

This is what it sounds like when a soul tries to stay funky in a world of spreadsheets and Slack notifications.
And yes — the printer sings, too.

🛠️ Instrumentation:
🎹 Jazzy piano stabs
🥁 House kick & shaker groove
🌊 Dub FX (delay, spring reverb on “blessed”)
🌀 DnB break toward the end
🗣️ “Hmm hmm hmm” vocoder loops
🖨️ Printer whirr (post-edit magic)

Lyrics include:

Lalala… can’t wait for it,
Lalala… pure happiness,
Lalala… love my boss,
Lalala… I feel blessed.

Living the dream, right on track,
Slack goes ping, no turning back…

🌀 For fans of irony, groove, and emotional survival.
🖨️ For those who clock in… and never truly clock out.
💾 Save it. Loop it. Pretend it’s therapy.

Lyrics:

Hmm hmm hmm hmm… hmm hmm hmm hmm…
Time to shine… again.

6 A.M., I’m outta bed,
Another day inside my head.
Coffee’s cold, my spirit’s numb,
And yet I smile — here I come.

Lalala… can’t wait for it,
Lalala… pure happiness,
Lalala… love my boss,
Lalala… I feel blessed.

Traffic sings its lullaby,
Emails stacked up to the sky.
Meeting starts, I fake a grin,
“Living the dream,” let’s dive right in.

Lalala… thrilled again,
Lalala… sunshine pain,
Lalala… traffic’s sweet,
Lalala… numb repeat.

Living the dream, right on track,
Slack goes ping, no turning back.
Living the dream, I want it all…
Especially that office wall.

Lalala… thank you fate,
Lalala… I’m never late,
Lalala… give me more,
Lalala… I feel blessed… (…essed…essed…essed)

Printer sings, applause begins,
This 9-to-5 — where joy begins.
I’m free at five, then sleep, then boom…
Tomorrow comes. Same perfume.

Hmm hmm hmm hmm…
Hmm hmm hmm hmm…

Best Day Ever

🎧 Sunset Blues
Genre: Groove House × Piano House × Soulful Female Humming
Tempo: 122–124 BPM • Mood: Bittersweet Groove • Mellow Heat • Hazy Sunset High

☀️ A heartbeat in half-time.
A golden sky collapsing into blue.
"Sunset Blues" is a soulful, mid-tempo house track for those twilight moments when you feel everything… and yet, no one’s around.

🔊 What you’ll hear:
– Filtered piano chords & sidechained bass that sways
– Soulful female humming (mmm hmm… ohhh…) echoing like memory
– Late claps, swingy hi-hats, warm pads
– Emotional vocal chops in the breakdown (“fade… stay… dream…”)
– Hypnotic humming loops trailing into a soft pad outro

💫 It’s not sad — it’s beautifully heavy.
A groove that aches in all the right ways.
Dance alone. Dance with your past. Just… move.

Lyrics:

There it goes... the red ball falls
Over rooftops, behind brick walls
Neighbor’s laughter, turning thin
The day exhales, the night creeps in

I’m on the porch with a glass of wine
Barefeet tapping in half-time
Golden glow through the window pane
But the light won’t last, and it aches again

Ooh, it burns just right...
But it slips through like a breeze in flight...

Sunset blues, it’s a beautiful pain
Groove so deep, I could dance through the rain
The sky cries gold, then it fades to blue
And I’m still hoping it leads me to you

Sunset blues, take the night by the hand
I spin alone, to this four-on-the-floor jam
Dreams feel close when the sky is on fire
So I chase that light, through the wires of desire

Shadow trees, like painted lace
The forest watches in silent grace
Soft synth glow like a heartbeat slow
And everything I lost starts to show

Old dreams flash in stereo
Kick comes in, and I let it flow
Body moves where words don’t dare
I’m dancing with ghosts in the evening air

Feels so good… hurts so true…
One more beat and I’m close to you…

Sunset blues, it’s a heartbreak groove
Like a slow kiss I’m scared to lose
The world’s on pause as the night breaks free
And this beat — it’s all that’s left of me

Sunset blues, through the trees and stars
Humming low like a memory in bars
Can’t stop now, got fire in my shoes
I fall, I rise… to these sunset blues

Ahhhh… sunset… mmm-hmm-hmm… take me there…
Ohhhhh... dance it out… mmm-mm…

Sunset blues, I breathe you in
Like the heat of the night on my golden skin
I don’t need words, I don’t need proof
I just need this beat and the sunset truth

Sunset blues… sunset groove…
I dance alone — but I still move.

Sunset Blues

🌀 Groove House × Piano House × Ironic Bounce
💿 Tempo: 124 BPM • Mood: Funky • Satirical • Soulfully Groovy
👣 For: Late-night thinkers, barefoot dancers, and champagne rebels

💬 Track Title: Gold Mine, No Wi-Fi
🎙️ Artist: Unbekannter Künstler

💎 You’re dancing on gold — but asking for Wi-Fi.
“Gold Mine, No Wi-Fi” is a satirical slice of groove heaven — shimmering piano house soaked in irony and bounce. Funky, cheeky, and painfully true, this track loops through luxury, poverty, and everything that glitters but still glitches.

💥 What to expect:
– Swingin’ 4/4 with that deep-pocket bass
– Piano stabs that slap like truth bombs
– Vocal chops that whisper: “Gold mine… no Wi-Fi…”
– Hypnotic refrains dripping in irony
– A breakdown that feels like scrolling a luxury ad while sitting in the dark

🫧 Favorite line:
“We rich on paper — broke in life.”

🎶 Best played when:
– You’re dancing in protest
– Drinking cheap wine from a golden cup
– Laughing, crying, and grooving all at once

📜 Lyrics Preview:

“Gold mine… no Wi-Fi…”
“Rich soil… poor soul…”

We got diamonds in the ground,
But can’t afford the underground…

Boom-boom — oil flows,
Still patch the roof when the monsoon goes…

They sell the sparkle,
We pay the price.

Gold mine… gold mind… gold… gone.

💰 Stream it loud. Groove it louder. And maybe… reboot the system.

Lyrics:

“Gold mine… no Wi-Fi…”
“Rich soil… poor soul…”

We got diamonds in the ground,
But can’t afford the underground.
Oil rigs glow at night —
Still no power for the kitchen light.

Stilettos made of silver dust,
But mama walks barefoot on the bus.
Export bling, import pain…
Guess who's dancing in the rain?

“Bling on the fingers…
But no clean water for the singers.”
“Palaces rise —
And grandma still fries air for rice…”

Gold mine — no Wi-Fi
We rich on paper, broke in life
Silk tie — cracked supply
They toast champagne, we toast to survive

Boom-boom — oil flows
Still patch the roof when the monsoon goes
Diamond ring — tear-filled eyes
We shine so hard, we blind our lives

“No-wi, no-wi, no-wi-fi…”

Five-star generals, three-star meals,
Luxury jets, no rubber wheels.
Miners dig with broken hands —
Still can’t afford their homeland.

Gold mine — no Wi-Fi
(We got riches… just not nearby)
Silk tie — cracked supply
(Tell me how the rich still ask why?)

“They sell the sparkle…
We pay the price…”
“Gold mine… gold mind… gold… gone…”

Gold Mine, No Wi-Fi

🌇 Balcony Life – a bittersweet groove for the still and the dreamers.

This Groove House × Piano House × Reflective Electronica track tells the story of a man who spends his life on the balcony — watching others live while staying frozen in his own frame. Soulful male vocals blend with melodic humming, soft-spoken verses, and emotional chord progressions.

🎧 Expect a mellow late-night bounce:
– Filtered piano stabs & dreamy pads
– Funky 4/4 rhythm & warm basslines
– Soft claps, vinyl crackle, vocal chops (“live… groove… move…”)
– A reflective drop and a groovy, wistful atmosphere

Perfect for dusk drives, headphone moments on the balcony, or thinking about all the tracks we never played.

Mood: Chill • Funky • Bittersweet
Tempo: 124 BPM

“I had the time… but never the track.”
🪟✨ Let the groove in before the moment fades.

Lyrics: 

Fresh air… every day…
Same chair, same view…
Same guy…

He got that folding chair groove, under city skies
Laptop glow, 4AM fries
Balcony bounce, with the YouTube ride
Watching life, just passing by

Plastic fork in hand, dreams in pause
Piano stabs from a neighbor’s walls
The world’s out there, but he’s not in
Just sipping air like it’s discipline

Neighbors fight, someone laughs
Rain claps down on the weathered glass
Traffic loops like a funky track
But he never once… played it back

🎶 Balcony life, four walls and sky
Grooving on a seat as the years roll by
Clap, swing, chill, just watching the show
But the beat don’t wait, and time don’t slow
(oh no…)
🎶 Balcony life, he stayed in place
Watched the city move at a filtered pace
Late-night dreams in a sidechain fog
Never danced — just logged the log

Sandals in winter, shirtless in spring
Watching windows, watching everything
She waters plants in a silky robe
He rewinds that scene — then loads another probe

Groove in the gutter, rhythm in the bin
He counts the bins like he’s checking in
Synth swell sunrise, midnight moon
But nothing real ever comes too soon

One day he saw himself — reflected in glass
Not the guy who lives — just one who lets it pass
Funky dreams, still unopened mail
Click… scroll… repeat… inhale

🎶 Balcony life, four walls and sky
Grooving on a seat as the years roll by
Echoes bounce, the street’s alive
But he missed the drop — just watched the drive

🎶 Balcony life, where the beat got stuck
Didn’t play the track, just watched the luck
Life on loop, no lead, no hook
Just fresh air — and a long, long look

He said:
“I had the time… but never the track.”
Filtered groove… never played back.

Balcony Life

🎧 Track Title: Last Place Lovers (Global Satisfaction Groove)
🎙️ Artist: Unbekannter Künstler
🌍 Genre: Groove House × Piano House × World Satire
💃 Tempo: 124 BPM
🎭 Mood: Playful • Cheeky • Globally Funky

Description:

🗺️ What happens when world statistics meet the dancefloor?
This Eurovision-style house anthem ranks the nations not by GDP or Olympic medals… but by marital satisfaction.
From Jakarta’s steamy love to Tokyo’s polite distance — “Last Place Lovers” grooves through global romance like a funky diplomat in tight pants.

🎹 You’ll hear:
– Jazzy piano stabs seducing sociology
– A bassline bold enough to fix a marriage
– Funk guitar licks that know too much
– Whispered UN-style commentary between verses
– A catchy synth jingle that sounds like it belongs in a slightly too-honest news segment

💌 Perfect for:
– Dancefloors that enjoy passive-aggressive data
– Couples who cuddle with charts
– Diplomats with a groove agenda
– Japan — we love you. Seriously. We just want you to be… emotionally available.

🎤 Remember:
Even last place gets to dance.
Because when it comes to love — satisfaction is subjective, but the beat never lies.

Lyrics:

“Good evening, world…
Let’s count the love…
From Jakarta to Tokyo — who’s winning the heart chart?”

Indonesia’s cooking love at ninety-four,
Dutch hearts dancing on a tulip floor.
Thailand swings with joy and bliss,
Malaysia sealed it with a kiss.

China’s tight with passion lines,
Argentina’s pouring Malbec wines.
Even Saudis groove with pride —
But someone’s slipping on the tide…

Oh it’s getting lower, baby hold that smile —
From Sydney waves to British style.
They're bumpin’ mid-range, some heat, some grace...
But who's sneaking into that final place?

🎶 Last place lovers — Tokyo sighs
Only 70% said "I'm satisfied"
Silent dinners, blinking screens,
Too polite to start a love scene…

Groove it, Japan, you’ve got the style —
But baby, bring the love once in a while!
Last place lovers — don’t be blue,
The beat still loves ya, through and through. 🎶

Brazil’s got rhythm, even in fights,
Germany argues but cuddles at nights.
Sweden’s neutral, but hearts connect,
Italy’s fiery — what’d you expect?

Korea's climbing, but still feels shy,
And Japan’s too modest to even try.
But hey, no shame in coming last —
If you groove slow, you still groove fast.

“Some bring roses, some bring rules…
Some bring spice, some play cool…
But the heart wants what the heart can’t rate —
Even last place can groove your fate.”

🎶 Last place lovers — don’t you hide,
Even Tokyo dreams can groove worldwide.
70%? Well that's still love,
With neon nights and stars above.

Groove it soft, groove it deep,
Love’s a marathon, not a leap.
Last place lovers, raise your hands,
‘Cause the beat still understands. 🎶

Last Place Lovers

🎧 Another Sunday Morning
Genre: French House × Filter House × Robotic Groove
BPM: 123
Mood: Euphoric • Mellow • Retro-Futuristic • Slightly Existential
Vocal: Robotic, vocoder-processed, dreamy-repetitive

☕✨ Wake up to glittering confusion.

“Another Sunday Morning” is a bittersweet disco loop from a future that never arrived.
Filtered pianos, sidechained synths, vocoded whispers — and a golden groove that spins somewhere between comfort and craving.

Behind the robotic glow:
☀️ a peaceful morning with no reason to ache — yet something's still missing.
🪞 layers of filtered sunshine, soft bass, and repetitive warmth
🎛️ funky echoes of silence, joy, and a cappuccino that can’t answer your soul

🌀 Perfect for:
– Dancing in your bathrobe
– Rooftop introspection
– Disco balls with minor existential crises
– Driving nowhere on purpose

🎶 Hook: Another... Sunday... Morning... (loop it. feel it. don't explain it.)

Lyrics:

The light slips in through cotton glass,
A hush wrapped in a golden pass.
The birds repeat their woven tune,
But I still float in yesterday’s room.

No worries knocking at my door,
No flames, no noise, no need for more.
I asked the stars to make me whole —
But woke up feeling almost full.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
Nothing feels too heavy,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The silence isn’t empty,
But something feels like stalling —
I breathe, I wait, I wonder —
Another Sunday morning.

The table hums in lemon light,
My mirror blinks — it slept all night.
The house behaves, the breeze is mild,
But something deep remains exiled.

The air is soft, the stillness sweet,
But there's a rhythm I don’t meet.
Like joy was meant to knock today —
But turned around and lost its way.

Maybe peace just means no sound,
But silence isn’t solid ground.
Maybe joy won’t shout or sing —
It just forgets its offering.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
No storm, no crash, no answer,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The sky is clear with waiting,
The heart is still exploring —
I smile into the silence —
Another Sunday morning.

Another… Sunday… Morning…
Another… another… Sunday… Morning…

Another Sunday Morning

A vibrant Dance Pop song featuring male lead vocals and electric guitar, evoking feelings of happiness, optimism, and excitement.
Happy, Sexy, Uplifting,Energetic, Romantic, Fell Good, Positive, Love, Romance, Dreams, Inspiration, Celebration, Good Times, Sunshine
Featured Instruments- Electric Guitar, Male Lead Vocals, Keyboards, Synth Drums
The New Pornographers, Placebo, Imagine Dragons, One Republic, Fall Out Boy, Muse, U2, Coldplay, Arctic Monkeys, The Strokes, KT Tunstall


HOLD ON TIGHT

To Ladies is a poetic ode to a few of the Ladies that have been in the life of 3rdSon.   A glimpse into the thoughts of a person of few words, but feelings, empathy and love abound.

To Ladies

The song “Right Before the Party” is about hanging out with your friends and pregaming, before heading to a party.

Right Before the Party

HEY YOU - Official Audio Track | Sweetheart Gone Savage 🌟

Some warnings come whispered. Others arrive with eyeliner, heels, and a plan.

"Hey You" is a fierce, cheeky revenge anthem for the ones who’ve had enough. It’s the sound of a good girl hitting her limit—and hitting back. With a punchy chorus and a beat that struts like it owns the pavement, this track is a glittering middle finger wrapped in lipstick and 90's retro sass. Sometimes, being wicked is just self-care.

The Story Behind the Song:

Revenge doesn’t always come in flames. Sometimes it comes in verses. "Hey You" was born from the sting of betrayal, late-night overthinking, and a well-timed “I told you so.” It’s for every woman who’s smiled sweetly through the lies—and is now ready to flip the script. She’s not bitter. She’s better. And trust us: you should’ve seen it coming.

🎶💥 Whether you're belting it out in the car or having a soapy shower sing-a-long, this lyric video will help you keep up with every beat, word, and note. With a catchy blend of pop and RnB this track is all about empowerment and not being taken for a fool and I can't wait for you to sing along!
From the UK to your speakers, this song is a reflection of my heart, my story, and all the feels in between. ❤️

Hey You

HEY YOU

BBQ cookout funky hip hop vibes. I digg it.

J MAJOR

I'M BACK

I'M BACK (feat. ywtik) (prod. whoisjax?)

Doja Cat x Ty Dolla $ign Type Beat – “Polaroid Nights”  
Style: Pop Trap • BPM: 145  

🎧 Free for non-profit use. Credit: “Prod. by Unknown Architect”.

🌐 Follow & connect:
YouTube: @unknownarchitect101
Instagram: @unknownarchitect101
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💬 Leave a comment, drop a like, and let me know what you think. 
Thank you for listening!


Doja Cat x Ty Dolla $ign Type Beat – “Polaroid Nights”  Pop Trap 2025 (Prod. Unknown Architect)

🎧 Unknown Architect
I build sound — grime, boom bap, soul, trap.
Ghostwrite. Produce. Remix.
All from the heart. Collabs open.
https://linktr.ee/unknownarchitect

Writer / Producer / Musician / Singer  From Greenwich Village NYC.
has made music with U2, BOB DYLAN,LUSCIOUS JACKSON, WILLIE NELSON, CHRIS WHITLEY,BRANDI, FAITH HILL, SALT N PEPA, ZIGGY MARLEY, EMMY LOU HARRIS, DIDO.

3rdSon is a prolific writer and artist with a worldwide perspective and world-class lyricism.  A true Hip-Hop head, who embraces and embodies the best of the genre.

The HoodieElite are an electronic collective of likeminded writers and experimental musicians, surveying various realms of music.  Their sound crosses genres and tiptoes on the edge of sensibilities; tapping into the full exploration of our many layered minds.

British Born professional recording artist and voiceover talent. I sing, I act, I narrate, I sell things you didn’t know you needed — and I mean every word (and every note). Expect songs that hit the heart, voices that fit the moment, and the occasional rough gem straight from my bedroom vault.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

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