First test for the Eurodance anthology album out today 

Hago veinte tracks antes del almuerzo,
choque de géneros, rompo el silencio.
Cada canción es un disfraz,
franquicia loca que nunca sabrás.

No es un azar, es producción al instante.

Mister Banquero, dame dinero,
para cantar sobre teens horribles,
asesinos funk,
y princesas del espacio en mi sueño febril.

Mister Banquero, alimenta a la bestia,
cada mes un banquete nuevo.
El algoritmo ama el caos,
yo lo cruzo, rompo el cerco.

No hay un hit, solo un diluvio,
cada gota reescribe el ruido.
El catálogo corre como río,
ese es el hook, el sueño mío.

Construí un Netflix donde el soundtrack nunca acaba.

Mister Banquero, dame dinero,
para cantar sobre teens horribles,
asesinos funk,
y princesas del espacio gritando en mí.

Mister Banquero, firma la línea,
convierte el ruido en pura forma.
Fría aritmética, distorsión caliente,
streaming caótico siempre presente.

Este es el pitch: escala es rey,
más lanzamientos, anillo sin ley.
Del glitch a la balada y al combate,
todo a la vez, todo delante.

Mister Banquero, dame dinero,
para cantar sobre teens horribles,
asesinos funk,
y princesas del espacio en mis sueños febriles.

Mister Banquero

Ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Love me on the dancefloor (ah)
Touch me when the lights low (ah)
Hold me in the bassline (ah)
Baby, don’t let go

[Verse 1]
Step by step, we’re moving closer
Heartbeats running over
Night is ours, I feel the fire
Take me higher, higher

[Hook]
Love me on the dancefloor (ah)
Touch me when the lights low (ah)
Hold me in the bassline (ah)
Baby, don’t let go

[Verse 2]
Shadows fall, your body’s on me
Every move is holy
Sweat and rhythm, deep desire
Pull me higher, higher

[Hook – extended]
Love me on the dancefloor (ah)
Touch me when the lights low (ah)
Hold me in the bassline (ah)
Baby, don’t let go
Love me on the dancefloor (ah)
Touch me when the lights low (ah)
Hold me in the bassline (ah)
Baby, don’t let go

[Outro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah


Love me on the dancefloor

Excuse the glamour, fake sophistication
Lost in Paris, no translation

No French words, still she stays
Drifting through cafés in cliché displays
Culture ignored, she plays pretend
Integration failed, no means to mend

Language barrier unbroken
Every gesture poorly spoken
Surface style, nothing deep

Emily in Paris, out of line
No respect for the frame, cross the sign
Fashion crime in the city of art
Exile waiting, it’s time to depart

Glossy shoes, vulgar seams
Paris laughs at plastic dreams
No couture, no savoir-faire
Just empty poses in the air

No roots planted, nothing grown
She’s a tourist, overblown
Paris sighs, the mask is cheap

Emily in Paris, out of line
No respect for the frame, cross the sign
Fashion crime in the city of art
Exile waiting, it’s time to depart

This land is not a stage for fraud
Style is sacred, taste is law
Elegance denied, the verdict clear
Paris expels what doesn’t belong here

Emily in Paris, out of line
No respect for the frame, cross the sign
Fashion crime in the city of art
Exile waiting, it’s time to depart

Emily in paris must be expelled

Sin futuro, sin escape
Bajo fuerte, cuerpos late

Suelo tiembla, piel con piel
Suda el cuerpo, sube el nivel
Un segundo, va a estallar
Cada ritmo va a quemar

Pégate mami, no pares
Fuego prende, ya no sabes

Muévete ya, sin mañana
Siente el ritmo, pura gana
Aquí y ahora, fuego llama
Inmediato, cuerpo en llama

Luces cortan, noche arde
Ruge el barrio, nadie pare
Respirando sin pensar
Vida corta, pa’ gozar

Rompe el miedo, detonate
Vive ahora, no lo mates

Muévete ya, sin mañana
Siente el ritmo, pura gana
Aquí y ahora, fuego llama
Inmediato, cuerpo en llama

Sin pasado, solo calor
Sin cadenas, puro sabor
Cada instante va a quemar
Inmediato, corazón va a estallar

Muévete ya, sin mañana
Siente el ritmo, pura gana
Aquí y ahora, fuego llama
Inmediato, cuerpo en llama

Muévete ya, sin mañana (Latin Pop reload)

Lights in the alley, bass hits hard and low
I’m Ricky stepping out, the mask is on show
City’s pulse beneath my feet, you feel the kinda heat
This game I run, no retreat, you know you’re beat

Ricky Spanish

I’m the shadow in the limousine, smile crooked, grin so wide
In the open floor, I deal the cards, the night’s my private ride
You whisper hate but you crave my laugh, you follow where I roam
Everybody’s looking at the man they said they’d never know
Ricky in your zone, bass line shakes your spine
When I move through the streetlight glow, your secrets become mine

Ricky Spanish

This is the game, this is the game
Ricky’s city, feel the flame
This is the game, this is the game
Bass hits hard, you know my name
This is the game, this is the game
In the alley-club we claim our fame
This is the game, this is the game
Ricky Spanish drives the plane

Ricky Spanish

Four-to-the-floor kicks and your heartbeat syncs, club neon, concrete floors
I lean in close, the DRAM-like beat, you’re begging for encore
My laugh echoes, cheap perfume, the sirens sound in your mind
You thought you knew the rules before, but I change them every time
Mask off, mask on, identity gone, you’re left chasing my trail
When the bass drops, the crowd erupts, you know you’re in my jail

Ricky Spanish

This is the game, this is the game
Ricky’s city, feel the flame
This is the game, this is the game
Bass hits hard, you know my name
This is the game, this is the game
In the alley-club we claim our fame
This is the game, this is the game
Ricky Spanish drives the plane

Ricky Spanish

Whispered deals behind the lights, concrete jungle feeling tight
I take your fear, I take your pride, the city knows I never hide
Your body moves but your mind’s a slave, to the rhythm I engrave
Ricky Spanish in your mind, the game you lost, you wish you'd played

This is the game, this is the game
Ricky’s city, feel the flame
This is the game, this is the game
Bass hits hard, you know my name
This is the game, this is the game
In the alley-club we claim our fame
This is the game, this is the game
Ricky Spanish drives the plane

Ricky Spanish

I forge my reign in the electric flood
Spark-kissed steel, I’m rising from the mud
Bassline bites, the ground splits in two
Touch the flame and you know what I can do
Data-pulse breaks the silence of the night
Neon eyes, I’m wired up for the fight

We go hard, never tame
Flash and flame, we own the frame
We go hard, no defeat
Bassline bites beneath our feet
Go hard
Go hard tonight

Zero to max, I bend every rule
Code-red glam, I’m the cyber fuel
Talk that gold, I’m voltage-skin alive
Blink the lights, watch the floor dive
Static sings through my DNA
New world, new name, no delay

We go hard, never tame
Flash and flame, we own the frame
We go hard, no defeat
Bassline bites beneath our feet
Go hard
Go hard

We go hard
hard
hard
We go hard, We go hard
We go hard
hard
hard
We go hard, We go hard
We go hard
hard
hard
We go hard, We go hard

We go hard, never tame
Flash and flame, we own the frame
We go hard, no defeat
Bassline bites beneath our feet
Go hard
Go hard tonight
Go hard
Go, never stop the light

We go hard (Hard Rock reload)

Interactive
Lassive
Possessive
Subversive

Who is this girl?
Where did she come from?
Who does she think she is?

Fugitive
Impulsive
Subversive
Addictive

What is this girl?
What is she wearing?
Where does she think she is?

All of them.
All of their eyes on her tonight.
All of them.
All of their favors thrown at her tonight.
All, all of them.

Intrusive
Decisive
Captive
Negative

Who is this girl?
What game is she playing?
Where is she from?

Explosive
Imperative
Primitive
Combative

What is this girl?
Who does she know?
What is she giving up?

All of them.
All of their eyes on her tonight.
All of them.
All of their favors thrown at her tonight.
All, all of them.

On her.
Tonight.
All of them, on her, tonight.

All of them.
All of their eyes on her tonight.
All of them.
All of their favors thrown at her tonight.
All, all of them.

Who is this girl ?

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #Chopped Vocal Samples