هذا الميكس هو رحلة عبر المشاهد الصوتية لمناطق معظمها في وحول منطقة غرب آسيا وشمال أفريقيا. لكن رغم ذلك، اختيارنا ليس محصوراً جغرافياً أو حصرياً لهذه المنطقة التي نعتبرها موطننا. بدلاً من ذلك، يأخذنا إلى أصوات مألوفة من بلدان مختلفة، مع دمج الأنماط والأنواع بطرق تجعلها مألوفة ولكن في نفس الوقت مثيرة وجديدة.
هناك شيء عفوي جداً في كيفية تواصل الموسيقى مع الناس حتى عندما لا يفهمونها، أو لا يمكن تصنيفها بسهولة ضمن نوع معين أو إعطاؤها اسماً. هذا الإحساس كان الدافع لنا للاستمرار في الاكتشاف، وإعادة العمل وإعادة إصدار الموسيقى من خلال مشروعنا.
ومع أخذ ذلك في الاعتبار، قررنا أنه من المنطقي أن ندرج بعض الإصدارات من شركتنا التي كانت بداية رحلتنا والتي لامستنا على الفور بنفس الطريقة.
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This mix is a journey through the soundscapes of regions mostly in and around the SWANA region. Despite this, our selection is not limited geographically and exclusively to this part of the world that we get to call home- it takes us back to sounds that are familiar from across different countries, all the while bending genres and styles into something recognizable yet intriguing and novel. There is something very intuitive about how music speaks to people even when it can’t be understood, or easily coded into genre or given a name. This has been the catalyst to keep going and discovering, reworking and reissuing music with our project. With that in mind we thought it would only make sense to include some of the releases from our label that started us on this journey and that spoke to us almost instantly in that very same way.

Dar Disku - SWANA Soundscapes // StereoScope 006 //  دار ديسكو - أصوات غرب آسيا وشمال أفريقيا

“Beyond Belief” is a psychedelic journey that questions blind faith and challenges traditional views on God. This track invites the listener to transcend dogmas and explore what truly lies beyond belief.



Beyond Belief - Yesod

Hey bro, let it boil!
She's your sis — don't you spoil!
Feel the heat, lose control,
But hands off, that's the goal!
Hey bro, let it boil!
Dreams are loud, but you're on parole!
She's your sis — don't you spoil!
Ride the night train, lose your soul! 🎶

Rolling fast through the velvet night,
City lights fading out of sight,
She’s laughing, stretching, brushing hair,
Pulls her shirt, tosses it through the air,
A glimpse of silk, a kiss of skin,
I'm locked outside, can't dive in.
Her bra hits the floor — oh Lord, I'm fried,
But I'm just the bro, and my hands are tied.

She said it once, she said it twice,
“Don't be dumb, don't roll the dice,
You're my brother, that's the law —
Admire, adore, but that's as far as you go!”

Hey bro, let it boil!
She's your sis — don't you spoil!
Feel the heat, lose control,
But hands off, that's the goal!
Hey bro, let it boil!
Dreams are loud, but you're on parole!
She's your sis — don't you spoil!
Ride the night train, lose your soul! 🎶

The moon is drunk, the stars are wild,
She dances barefoot, free and styled,
A queen of night, a siren's call,
And I'm just a brother, that's all.
Her perfume wraps around my mind,
Every move feels like a crime,
But I sit still, swallow the flame,
She made the rules — it's just a game.

She said it clear, she said it loud,
"No stupid moves, or you'll be out!
Brozone strong, keep your heart in a cage,
Admire the show, but don't take the stage!"

Hey bro, let it boil!
She's your sis — don't you spoil!
Feel the heat, lose control,
But hands off, that's the goal!
Hey bro, let it boil!
Dreams are loud, but you're on parole!
She's your sis — don't you spoil!
Ride the night train, lose your soul! 🎶

Let It Boil

She floats in — a lie in lace,
Behind her smile, a ruined place.
Big dreams whispered with velvet breath,
We spin around, we race to death.
Words like palaces made of mist,
Golden promises that don't exist.
Laughs like sunlight in a grave,
Every gaze, another slave.

Hope in her lips, a dying star,
We reach, we fall — it’s always far.
We chase her ghost, we lose, we burn,
Another heart that will not return.

Big words, like big balloons –
Shiny outside, hollow tunes.
Time will show what's real inside –
One small prick, and dreams subside.

Years collapse — she never fades,
In stolen time, she serenades.
No crack, no mark, no trace of past,
Another flood — we drown so fast.
Smiles like promises too sweet,
Dreams like ash beneath her feet.
The ocean swells, the islands fall,
Another fool, forgotten all.

Hope in her lips, a dying star,
We reach, we fall — it’s always far.
We chase her ghost, we lose, we burn,
Another heart that will not return.

Big words, like big balloons –
Shiny outside, hollow tunes.
Time will show what's real inside –
One small prick, and dreams subside.

No land to touch, no sky to cry,
Only broken hearts adrift and dry.
The last safe shore has drowned away,
Beneath the tide of love’s decay...

Big words, like big balloons –
Shiny outside, hollow tunes.
Time will show what's real inside –
One small prick, and dreams subside.

Ocean of Broken Hearts (Deep House Version)

She walks in — a dream in heels,
A thousand lies behind her deals.
Big plans whispered, velvet sound,
Men just smile and spin around.
Words like castles in the air,
Golden promises — nowhere.
Laughter, looks, the perfect art,
Every glance, another heart.

Wishes sparkle, lips declare,
Tomorrows built on empty air...
We chase, we fall, we never learn,
Another soul for her to burn.

Tell me oh tell me.
Tell me your big words again!
As big as the biggest balloons
Shiny outside, hollow tunes.
Time will show what's real inside –
One small prick, and dreams subside.

Years roll by — she stays the same,
Eternal youth, eternal game.
No wrinkle dares to touch her skin,
Another flood, she lets begin.
Smiles with grace, and talks of dreams,
Fills the skies with empty beams.
The ocean grows, the islands sink,
Another fool, another blink.

Wishes sparkle, lips declare,
Tomorrows built on empty air...
We chase, we fall, we never learn,
Another soul for her to burn.

Tell me oh tell me.
Tell me your big words again!
As big as the biggest balloons
Shiny outside, hollow tunes.
Time will show what's real inside –
One small prick, and dreams subside.

No ground to stand, no sky to fly,
Just broken hearts where oceans lie.
The last safe shore has drowned tonight,
Under the waves of love’s lost fight...

Tell me!
Tell me oh tell me.
Tell me your big words again!
As big as the biggest balloons
Shiny outside, hollow tunes.
Time will show what's real inside –
One small prick, and dreams subside.

Ocean of Broken Hearts (Dance Pop Version)

You had that fire, that wild hurricane,
Danced me dizzy, drove me insane.
One night of magic, girl you took the crown,
Now you’re a whisper, you’re not around.

Wine on me, cry on me, lie to me sweet,
Ghost on me, toast on me, then hit delete.
You gave me your sunshine, then stole all the light,
Now I'm just shadow-boxin’ every night.

Hey! 
Hey sexy ghost!
Come on ghost me, don't be shy!
Ghost me slow, ghost me fast,
Island love just never lasts.
Ghost me soft, ghost me cold,
Left me drunk on dreams you sold.
Ghost me slow, ghost me fast,
Girl, you vanished like the past.
Ghost me high, ghost me low,
Left my heart on death row.

Tropical kisses, sand in my hair,
You whispered forever, but you weren’t there.
One little text, one little sign,
Nah — you sailed away, girl, left me behind.

Wine on me, cry on me, lie to me sweet,
Ghost on me, toast on me, then hit delete.
You gave me your ocean, then drained it dry,
Now I’m just dancing with goodbye.

Hey! 
Hey sexy ghost!
Come on ghost me, don't be shy!
Ghost me slow, ghost me fast,
Island love just never lasts.
Ghost me soft, ghost me cold,
Left me drunk on dreams you sold.
Ghost me slow, ghost me fast,
Girl, you vanished like the past.
Ghost me high, ghost me low,
Left my heart on death row.

You said I was your "ride or die"...
Turns out I'm just your "ghost and fly."
Bless up, girl. Bless up. ✌️

Ghost Me

🎧 Infinity Pulse – Groove Control
🔥 Tech House | Dancefloor Weapon | Feel the Vibe 🔊

"Groove Control" é uma viagem energética ao coração do tech house, guiada por batidas pulsantes, grooves hipnóticos e uma vibe irresistível que te faz mover do começo ao fim. Com linhas de baixo marcantes e elementos percussivos envolventes, essa faixa foi feita para dominar a pista e manter o controle total do groove.

🔂 Ideal para sets noturnos e momentos de virada na pista.
💥 Reage, dança, sente – você está no comando do groove.

🔗 Segue Infinity Pulse e espalhe o som!

Groove Control

You left the room, but not the frame,
A puppet mouth still says my name.
You’re not here, but something stays,
Repeats old lines in stranger ways.
"How are you?" — a ghostly sigh,
Not from your heart, just passing by.
A hollow script, a lifeless show,
Why can't you just let it go?

You planted echoes in my sky,
Left your shadow asking why.
You don't mean it, you don't stay,
Just a ghost that talks that way.

🎶 How are you? (how are you?)
A ghost pretending to be you!
Empty lips, empty view,
No real heart left breaking through!
How are you? (how are you?)
Words from someone I once knew!
Better silence, better truth,
Than a ghost pretending you! 🎶

The empty shell, it speaks sometimes,
A puppet built from worn-out lines.
No soul behind, no soul ahead,
A body breathing what is dead.
"How are you?" — a sound, not thought,
Just a routine you forgot.
An empty noise, a vacant bell,
Ringing out that all is well.

You left your shape, you left your name,
A tired ghost still plays the game.
You don't mean it, can't you see?
A ghost is not enough for me.

🎶 How are you? (how are you?)
A ghost pretending to be you!
Empty lips, empty view,
No real heart left breaking through!
How are you? (how are you?)
Words from someone I once knew!
Better silence, better truth,
Than a ghost pretending you! 🎶

If you're gone, then be gone.
Why leave a ghost to ask me on?
Your voice, your touch, your spark — all through.
Only your echo asks, "How are you?"

🎶 How are you? (how are you?)
A ghost pretending to be you!
Empty lips, empty view,
No real heart left breaking through!
How are you? (how are you?)
Words from someone I once knew!
Better silence, better truth,
Than a ghost pretending you! 🎶

🎶 How are you? (how are you?)
A ghost pretending to be you!
Empty lips, empty view,
No real heart left breaking through!
How are you? (how are you?)
Words from someone I once knew!
Better silence, better truth,
Than a ghost pretending you! 🎶

How are you? (Dance Pop Version)

Here I stand, shoes full of doubt,
Two roads whisper, two roads shout,
One leans left, one leans right,
Heartbeats tangled in neon light.

No signs, no guide, no map to trust,
Just tired dreams and wanderlust...

✨ Left or right, left or right,
Pick your road and hold on tight,
No way back, no rewind,
Just the beat, just the night! ✨
Left or right, left or right,
Step it out into the light,
No regrets, just this flight,
Left or right, left or right!

Worn-out hopes in a paper bag,
Old fears trailing like a rag,
Flip a coin, fake a smile,
Keep on walking mile by mile.

No signs, no guide, no map to trust,
Just broken stars and wanderlust...

✨ Left or right, left or right,
Pick your road and hold on tight,
No way back, no rewind,
Just the beat, just the night! ✨
Left or right, left or right,
Step it out into the light,
No regrets, just this flight,
Left or right, left or right!

Ooooh, the fork is laughing...
Ooooh, the past is crashing...
One move, one chance,
Dance, dance, dance!

✨ Left or right, left or right,
Pick your road and hold on tight,
No way back, no rewind,
Just the beat, just the night! ✨
Left or right, left or right,
Step it out into the light,
No regrets, just this flight,
Left or right, left or right!

Left or Right (Deep House Version)

Clock hits noon, sun’s high in the sky,
Fridge doors hum and microwaves sigh.
Steel shelves fade, I drift away—
To tropic thoughts on a lunch break day.
Black bread’s rough, pork’s paper-thin,
But I feel the groove start deep within.
Not from beats, no beach, no sand—
Just one yellow dream in someone’s hand.

I see it shine, a golden light,
A mustard tube, oh what a sight.
Strong or smooth, I’m not that picky—
Just give me that hit, hot, cold, or sticky.

🎶 Can I borrow your mustard, baby just a bit?
Put some flavor in this faded hit.
No shame, no pride, just need that zing—
To make my sandwich feel like spring. 🎶
🎶 I’m not stealing, I’m just in tune,
Groovin' with your spicy monsoon.
A lunchtime dream, no need to judge—
I’m just a man… who borrows too much. 🎶

I scan the scene with island grace,
Searching every lunchbox face.
No pirate maps, no treasure chest,
But I know where that flavor rests.
There! A tube—wrinkled, gold, divine,
Label faded like cheap boxed wine.
Still I ask, with eyes that plead:
“Spare a squeeze, fulfill my need?”

The gods don’t feast on caviar—
They dine on tang from a squeezy jar.
So laugh if you must, roll your eyes,
But in that mustard, paradise lies.

🎶 Could I borrow your mustard, just a squeeze?
Like tropic rain on sandwich seas.
Return it? Sure. Well… maybe not—
Depends how much your tube has got. 🎶
🎶 I live on hope and mustard grace,
Tastes like heaven in this place.
So give me that tube, don’t make me beg—
I’m just a man… with mustard legs. 🎶

Cold cuts and darker bread,
A beachless soul, lightly fed.
But that tang, that spice, that mellow burn—
Gives my empty lunch its turn.
You dance with lovers on the sand—
I dance with mustard in my hand.

🎶 Lend me your mustard—don’t make me wait,
Let me feel like I taste my fate.
One more dip, one more sin,
Before I punch the clock again. 🎶
🎶 I'm no thief—I’m just a breeze,
Floating on your yellow tease.
So pass the tube, don’t hold a grudge—
I’m just a man… who mustard loves. 🎶

[Outro – Whispered / Spoken Word with Ocean FX]
(“Mustard... the sweat of gods…
One squeeze… and the world softens.
And now… back to fluorescent chains…”) 🏝️

The Mustard Moocher (Tropical House Version)

DJ & Producer / Brazil (8 months producing)

I don't play for crowds. I play for souls.
My sound is a pulsating reminder that life cannot be explained — it must be felt.
And as long as there are people with an open heart,
I will continue to translate silence into frequency.

Não toco pra multidões. Toco pra almas.
Meu som é um lembrete pulsante de que a vida não se explica — se sente.
E enquanto houver gente com o peito aberto,
vou seguir traduzindo silêncio em frequência.

Taohan Ferreira Batista

Com uma paixão que nasceu cedo, comecei minha jornada na música eletrônica entre os 14 e 16 anos. Hoje, aos 26, trago produções que carregam muito groove, bass marcante e uma vibe sempre positiva. Minha missão é transformar energia em som e fazer cada pista vibrar com identidade e alma. Vem comigo nessa viagem sonora!

"Quiser contratar para seu evento clica no link do WhatsApp abaixo e chama nos"

موسيقى وخبار

كما يكشف الستيريوسكوب عن العمق والأبعاد، منصتنا تكشف عن طبقات من القصص والأصوات، تتقاطع وتتشابك لتخلق تجربة موسيقية غنية. وُلد في العالم العربي كإثبات وجود صوتي، ليكون مساحة للموسيقيين للتعبير، للمقاومة، وللتأمل—أحيانًا عن قصد وأحيانًا فقط لأن الأمر يستحق ذلك.

في الداخل، ستجد جلسات جاز حيّة من زوايا غير متوقعة، مقاطع راب خامّة من شوارع السودان، وأشرطة إيقاعية تمزج الثقافات، وكل ما هو بينهما. هنا تتلاشى الأنماط، تذوب الحدود، ويحمل كل مقطوعة قصتها الخاصة. استمع، اشعر، ودع الموسيقى تكشف عن أبعادها.


Like a stereoscope reveals depth and perspective, our platform uncovers layers of stories and sounds, intersecting and intertwining to create a rich musical experience. Born in the Arab world as a sonic proof of existence, it’s a space for musicians to explore, resist, and reflect—sometimes with intention, sometimes just for the f**k of it.

Inside, you’ll find live jazz sessions from unexpected corners, raw verses from the streets of Sudan, hypnotic beat tapes that blend cultures, and everything in between. Genres blur, borders dissolve, and every track tells its own story. Tune in, listen deeply, and let the music reveal its layers.

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