☀️💃 Holy house loops, disco devotion, and a bassline blessed by the heavens 💃☀️

Welcome to the convent party of the century, where the sisters trade habits for halter tops and the only thing holier than the rosary is the filtered funk loop.

"Nun in the Sun" is a French House / Filter Disco / Soulful Groove confession of love, light, and sidechained salvation — with a cheeky wink and a dancefloor prayer.

👡 Funky sandals? ✅
🕶 SPF 100? ✅
🙏 Vows of groove? Double ✅

Picture this:
The bell strikes noon. The wine is not for communion. A radiant Sister steps into the sun, lifts her veil, and drops it like it’s blessed.
Filtered pads sweep. The bassline preaches. And somewhere, a DJ in heaven cries holy tears of joy.

💿 Features:
– Punchy 4/4 beats to absolve your sins
– Playful female vocals holier than thou
– A chorus that will stick like confetti in your soul
– Enough soul to start a minor religious revival

🕺💒 Warning: May cause spontaneous genuflection on the dancefloor.
🎛 For best results, play loud and light a disco-scented candle.

She wakes at seven,
Prays by nine,
But when the bell rings noon —
She’s divine.
Out of the habit, into the light,
Blessed by the bass, she's feelin’ right.

White veil… wind in her hair
Holy groove… floatin’ on air
Forgive me, Sister… I must confess —
You’re heaven in that summer dress.

🎶 Nun in the sun, nun in the sun
Halle-halle-hallelujah fun
Nun in the sun, nun in the sun
Dancin’ till the day is done 🎶
(Repeat 2x with filters sweeping)

Sandal feet on golden sand,
Rosary beads and a disco band.
No sins today, no shade, no shame,
Just rhythm, light, and a higher flame.

She say:
"Peace, love… SPF 100"
Choir of birds and a beat that’s thundered
One hand prays, one hand spins —
This is how confession begins.

🎶 Nun in the sun, nun in the sun
Midday mass with a maraschino one
Nun in the sun, nun in the sun
Groovin' with the Lord — and then some 🎶

(Amen... ooh la la...)
Nun... in the suuuuuun...
(Sidechain fadeout with layered harmonies)

Nun in the Sun

✈️💋 LOUD ON CLOUD 💋✈️
French House / Filter Disco / Soulful Groove

Fasten your seatbelt — this isn't your average in-flight experience. Welcome aboard Air Groove 747, where the only turbulence comes from the bassline. Filtered disco loops, punchy 4/4 beats, and playful female vocals guide you through a soulful sky journey with extra legroom and zero responsibilities.

Imagine: a divine jet-set nun swaps her rosary for rosé, her vows for voguing, and glides through clouds like glitter through a mirrorball. Cabin lights dim, sidechained pads rise, and suddenly it’s a full-blown midair boogie at 30,000 feet.

👠 Turbulence? She dances through it.
🍹 Duty-free? She bought the DJ.
👼 In-flight entertainment? That’s her.

This is your captain speaking: “You are now free to move your soul.” 🕺💃

Lyrics:

Gate closed at seven,
Wheels up by nine,
And by the time we cruise —
She’s divine.
Socks off, shades on, no more plight,
Blessed by the bass, she’s feelin’ right.

Window seat… glow in her hair
Holy beats… floatin’ on air
Excuse me, steward — I must confess —
She’s heaven in that wrap dress.

🎶 Loud on cloud, loud on cloud
Clap your hands and move around
Loud on cloud, loud on cloud
Thirty-thousand feet of sound 🎶

Gold card life with paper fans,
Cocktail trays and cheeky plans.
No rules today, no shoes, no shame,
Just rhythm, sky, and a higher flame.

She say:
“Peace, love… SPF 100”
Beat so smooth, it’s slightly blunted.
One hand waves, one hand spins —
This is where the fun begins.

🎶 Loud on cloud, loud on cloud
Rosé lips and voices loud
Loud on cloud, loud on cloud
Party in the vapor crowd 🎶

(Ahh… oh là là…)
Loooooud… on the clouuuuuud…

Loud on Cloud

🔥🥵 CAUTION: THIS TRACK MAY MELT YOUR DANCEFLOOR.
“Boiling Bones” is not responsible for spontaneous combustion, broken fans, or the mysterious disappearance of clothing.

A dangerously steamy French House banger served straight from the disco furnace, this track delivers lava-hot basslines, filter-fried synths, and a soul diva vocal so fierce, it might set off your smoke alarm. It’s the sound of two bodies colliding in 40°C shade, when flirtation turns into ritual, and rhythm replaces common sense.

From golden hour to golden thighs, this anthem has everything:
💃 hips that move like honey on vinyl
🔥 grooves that smelt your willpower
🎤 vocals that slap harder than a sunburn at noon

By the time the chorus hits — “Let your bones boil, baby!” — you’ll be too sweaty to care and too far gone to stop. Perfect for rooftop raves, forbidden kisses, or dancing through heatwaves in nothing but your intentions.

Warning: May cause overheating, neighbor complaints, and irrational love confessions.

Lyrics:

You walk in like the heatwave’s king
Golden sweat, that summer sting
Eyes lock — my pulse goes wild
Bassline hits and the air gets styled

Body slow like honey on chrome
You say my name and I lose control
No breeze, no break, no shade to find
Just hips in time and hearts aligned

Snap that fan — too late, too hot
One more move, I’m gonna blow my top
Skin’s on fire, lips like wine
Boy, this heat? It's by design

🎶 Let your bones boil, baby — feel that heat!
Let the rhythm take over, move those feet
We got fever where the sun can’t go
Heartbeats slammin’ like a stereo
Let your bones boil, baby — don’t you stop!
Got that lava love, let it bubble and pop
We’re burnin’ up, deep in our zones
Turn it up, turn it loose — these boiling bones! 🎶

Back to back, chest to flame
We don’t talk — we play the game
Silk on skin, sweat on lace
You drop that beat, I drop my grace

Neon glows on my caramel thighs
His hands preach fire and no goodbyes
One last touch, I might combust
When the groove is gold, surrender’s a must

Bend with the bass, roll with the heat
That smelting love, oh, it's bittersweet
No rules, no fears, no cooling zone
We dance like gods on a furnace throne

🎶 Let your bones boil, baby — feel that heat!
Let the rhythm take over, move those feet
We got fever where the sun can’t go
Heartbeats slammin’ like a stereo
Let your bones boil, baby — don’t you stop!
Got that lava love, let it bubble and pop
We’re burnin’ up, deep in our zones
Turn it up, turn it loose — these boiling bones! 🎶

🎶 Boiling, boiling... oh, we boiling bones...
In the fire, we made a home…
Groove so hot, it carved in stone…
Let your bones boil, baby... all night long… 🎶

Boiling Bones

Meet Mister Germany.

He paid full price. He read the reviews. He printed the confirmation email twice.

But now he’s in Italy, sweating gently through his beige travel vest, and something feels… wrong. The cappuccino came without a heart. The cookie was dry. The minibar is locked. And the hotel staff — though polite — failed to greet him in German.

So he asks, with quiet intensity and growing despair:
“…and where is my little extra?”

This Nu Disco banger tells the tragicomic tale of one man’s journey through sun, crumbs, and unmet expectations. A funky hymn for every overprepared holidaymaker who came for gelato and soul, but got lukewarm charm and sunburn instead.

🎧 Think Giorgio Moroder meets Fernweh-induced rage.
📍Think Rome — but Mr. Germany can’t enjoy it because the guide didn’t hand out a branded tote bag.
🎶 And think again if you believe a lump of sugar counts as a gesture.

Lyrics:

🎶 ...and where is my little extra?
I paid full price, you know.
A cookie’s not a gesture —
It’s the bare minimum show.
...and where is my little extra?
This sun is much too hot.
You say it's “authentic charm” —
I say: is this all I got? 🎶

I sit with posture, napkin set,
Cappuccino mild and wet.
One sad biscuit, no delight —
No silver tray, no frothy height.

"Excuse me, yes... it’s almost fine.
But where is my almond? Where is my shine?
No foam heart? No whipped finesse?
Is this what you call Italian chicness?"

🎶 ...and where is my little extra?
The sugar’s in a lump.
No mint leaf, no biscotti —
Just a caffeine bump. 🎶

Spotless sheets, ergonomic chair,
But where’s the rose? The scented air?
The minibar is locked and tight —
They fear my thirst? That’s not polite.

But where is the soul? The welcome kit?
No chocolate square, no fancy robe?
Just beige, beige, beige across the globe."

The guide says: “Look, the Vatican wall!”
But I expected something tall.
He speaks with passion, shows the street —
But I see dust, and aching feet.
"No samples? No cool-down wine?
No branded bag with ancient sign?
I want the extras, not the sweat —
This tour's a debt I won’t forget."

🎶 ...and where is my little extra?
I left my comfort zone.
I came to feel superior —
But now I feel alone.
...and where is my little extra?
Is it cultural, this gap?
In Germany we do things right —
We even gift a map. 🎶

... and where is my little extra?

🪩✨ "Banger or Hanger?" ✨🪩
Welcome to Groove House Court, where the beat is law and the sass is loud. Judge, jury, and disco executioner? That’s her — the bold soul diva asking the eternal Saturday night question:

👉 Are you the drop... or just the drip?

Set at a silky-sassy 122–125 BPM, this track slides in like your ex in the DMs — smooth, a little too confident, and probably wearing too much cologne. But unlike your ex, this groove delivers:

🎹 Uplifting piano house chords filtered to flirt with your serotonin
🥁 Punchy 4/4 kicks and clap combos that slap harder than truth at 2AM
🎸 Funky Moog-style basslines that thump like they mean it
👠 A soul queen vocal who belts, burns, and side-eyes every poser in the club

From whispered intros to "hands-up, eyes-closed, chorus-drop ecstasy," this is the soundtrack for anyone who’s done with the smoke, mirrors, and fashion influencers quoting Nietzsche.

💋 Mood?
🔥 Sass meets sweat.
🎤 Attitude with altitude.
🧠 Philosophy with a side of filter-slay.

So hit play, grab your prosecco, and ask the dancefloor:
“Are you a banger… or just another hanger?”

Lyrics:

You look good.
You talk big.
But are you it... or just in it?

You walk in like you own the light,
Smooth smile, but is it right?
All the moves, the velvet tone —
But baby, are you shine or just cologne?

Champagne chat, those easy lines,
Claimed you DJed “back in ‘09.”
You flex so loud, but tell me this:
Is there more than just a filtered kiss?

I’ve seen boys dressed like the night,
But couldn’t spark a candle light.
So cut the talk, just hit the floor —
Let me see if there’s something more.

🎶 Are you a banger or a hanger-on?
Midnight thrill or just tag-along?
Are you the beat that makes me sway,
Or just a shadow in the way?
You say the words, but do you sting?
Or are you clinging to the bling?
So what’s your vibe — a spark, a flame?
Or just a hanger with a fancy name? 🎶

Your playlist screams “I’m deep and rare,”
But I just see expensive hair.
You talk in memes, you quote Bukowski —
But real hearts don’t work that glossy.

You bought the look, you learned the slang —
But do you hum or just go clang?
I need the rhythm, not the role —
A burning touch, not just control.

You post like heat, but do you feel?
Do you groove or just appeal?
Come closer now, no more disguise —
Let’s see if you can magnetize.

🎶 Are you a banger or a hanger babe?
Fire in skin or fashion slave?
Are you the drop that shakes the room,
Or just perfume without the boom?
I’ve heard it all, I’ve played the game —
I’m not your prize, I’m not your fame.
So if you’re lit, then light me too —
But if you’re a hanger... boy, we’re through. 🎶

Don’t want another empty throne,
Don’t need a king who’s just a clone.
Be the bassline in my song —
Or don’t be here at all that long.

🎶 Are you a banger or a hanger, huh?
Do you build the night or just say “bruh”?
Are you the rise before the scream,
Or just a background in the dream?
I’m not sold by what you wear —
I want the storm, not just the air.
So come correct or take a bow —
You’re in my world… impress me now. 🎶

Banger or Hanger?

Step inside the velvet-lit world of Discothèque Decadence — where the champagne flows, the bassline smoulders, and the dancefloor becomes an irresistible spell.

This set drips with the kind of late-night heat that keeps bodies moving and eyes locked. From Da Lukas & Majuri’s extended temptation of “Nasty Girl”, to a hypnotic reimagining of Eurythmics’ “Sweet Dreams” via Steve Angello, to my own Out of Control edit of Laura Branigan’s “Self Control” — every track here has been polished for maximum seduction.

You’ll glide through Sade’s “Paradise” given fresh life by Mark Lower & Alexandra Prince, a honeyed spin on A Taste of Honey’s “Boogie Oogie Oogie”, the shimmering disco mischief of KC & The Sunshine Band in an Eric Kipper extended ride, and Kool & The Gang’s “Fresh” reinvented with OnDaMike’s club-ready punch. Along the way, Séamus Haji & Kathy Brown, Ken@Work, Shabi, HP Vince, Groovemasta, Chewy Rubs, Eugenio Fico & Walterino, Micky More & Andy Tee, Greg Wilson and more deliver heaters you think you know… until they arrive dressed for midnight.

Warm. Sexy. Sultry. Dangerous.
The sound of a dancefloor you never want to leave.

Press play… and don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Nu Disco All Night Long - Discothèque Decadence DD006

☀️ Disco House Poolside Mash-Up 🪩🌊

Acest mix te poartă direct pe marginea piscinei, acolo unde soarele strălucește, cocktailurile curg și vibe-ul este pur summer groove. Am combinat cele mai cunoscute piese R&B și Disco cu un touch modern de Disco House, creând un mash-up plin de energie, dar în același timp relaxat și fun.

🔊 Ce găsești în mix:

clasice R&B și Disco reinterpretate în cheie house

beat-uri funky care dau viață apei și mișcării

vocaluri recognoscibile ce aduc un val de nostalgie

un flow perfect pentru pool parties & apusuri de vară

Fie că ești pe șezlong, în apă sau pe ringul de dans, acest mix îți dă vibe-ul de vacanță continuă.

🕶️ Pune-ți ochelarii de soare, dă volumul la maxim și lasă muzica să te transporte.

#DiscoHouse #MashUp #PoolsideVibes #HouseMusic #FunkyHouse #RNBHouse #DiscoVibes #SummerGroove #DanceMusic #PartyMix #PoolParty #AfroHouse #FunkyBeats #Clubbing

Pool Party Pressure Vol. 3 | Funky House Mashup 2025

Buckle up, ragazzi — this isn’t just a track, it’s a late-night road trip on steroids. 🚗💨
A glittering dance anthem powered by funky basslines, shimmering synths, and velvet grooves, where asphalt meets adrenaline and every corner smells like espresso and summer heat.

At the center of it all? Sabrina. 🌶️
One dangerously hot girl who can make a red Ferrari look shy. Every night she turns into pure electricity, and this track captures her vibe: wild, free, and just a little bit illegal.

Delivered with a soulful male vocal dipped in a smooth Italian accent (think espresso, not cappuccino), the song blends passion, swagger, and playful charm into a ride you never want to end.

Perfect for:
✨ Rooftop sessions under neon skies
🪩 Sweaty late-night club magic
🌊 Coastal drives where the road kisses the ocean
💃 Anywhere a disco ball spins and someone whispers “ancora…”

Fasten your seatbelt, turn up the volume — and let’s ride. 🛣️🔥

Lyrics:

Sunrise calls, the engines glow
Golden roads where warm winds blow
Every mile just sets me free
La vita dolce waits for me

Turn by turn, the coast in sight
Rolling faster, pure delight
Heartbeat racing, hands so lean
The road becomes a silver dream

Autostrada… oh Autostrada…
You light my soul, strada dorata
Autostrada… bella strada…
Dolce la vita, via beata

Heat is rising, tyres sing
Agip petrol, summer fling
Espressino on the way
Life’s a film on this highway

Costa bella… vento mio…
Follow sun where oceans flow
Dolce vita… luce chiara…
Ride forever, stella rara

Autostrada… oh Autostrada…
You light my soul, strada dorata
Autostrada… bella strada…
Dolce la vita, via beata

Autostrada

Warning: This track contains highly explicit pasta content 🍝✨

Spaghetto Ti Amo is a playful and sensual French House × Nu Disco anthem, cooked al dente at 122 BPM and served sizzling hot on a silver fork. Built on groovy basslines, shimmering disco strings, funky guitar licks, and glittering synths, it’s a recipe for pure midnight euphoria.

A smooth male soul vocal with a strong Italian accent whispers sweet nothings and forbidden pasta confessions, turning every lyric into a steamy, buttery romance: “Spaghetto ti amo…” — passion drips like olive oil, basil rains from heaven, and every slurp feels like destiny.

Perfect for:
🍷 Late-night rooftop sessions
💃 Neon-lit dance floors
🌴 Summer nights on the Amalfi coast
🔥 Any situation where carbs = love

Just one listen and you’ll never look at spaghetti the same way again. Buon appetito.

Lyrics:

Mamma mia…
This plate… this sauce…
This night… questo amore…
Spaghetto… ti amo…

Steam’s rising, golden shine
Tomato dreams, a drop of wine
A little garlic, olive kiss
Every bite’s a taste of bliss

Slow twirl, silver fork
I take my time — non ho fretta
One smooth ride from plate to lips
Paradiso in every drip

Mmm, sì sì sì… amore mio…
Sauce on my skin, I let it flow…
In every bite, I lose control…
Oh, spaghetto… you touch my soul…

Spaghetto ti amo — hotter than the midnight sun
Spaghetto ti amo — baby, we’re becoming one
Fork and fever, lips collide
Dolce vita deep inside
Spaghetto ti amo — ah, you make me come alive

A little pepper, basil rain
One long string — I call your name
I chase it down, senza paura
Like chasing love in Roma scura

Cheeks are red, my heart’s on fire
Every slurp takes me higher
Pasta’s passion, cosmic flow
Baby, don’t you let me go

Amore caldo… notte lenta…
Spaghetto slide… la dolce lenta…
Corpo e cuore… salsa e vino…
This groove’s eternal… destino divino…

Spaghetto ti amo — hotter than the midnight sun
Spaghetto ti amo — baby, we’re becoming one
Fork and fever, lips collide
Dolce vita deep inside
Spaghetto ti amo — ah, you make me come alive

Spaghetto Ti Amo

Description + Tracklist

✨ NU DISCO VOL. 1 (36 min) ✨
A ride through modern disco grooves and retro-inspired house energy — balancing soulful edits, shimmering nu-disco, and funk-heavy basslines. This set blends the brilliance of Dave Lee ZR’s 2025 re-tweak, the silky funk of Babert, and the rolling groove of Solomun & Change into one seamless journey.

Expect a flow that goes from soulful uplift, through floor-filling funk and Italo-disco fire, and finally settles into lush, recycled love grooves to close things out.

Tracklist

Love Recycled 4 (Original Mix) – Solomun, Change

Italo Celebration (Original Mix) – Babert

Desire (Extended Mix) – Luca Martini, Nina Moon

Make A Move On Me (Original Disco Mix) – Dave Lee ZR, Joey Montenegro

Can’t Stop Now (Extended Mix) – Babert, Mell Hall

Do What You Feel (Dave Lee 2025 Re-Tweak) – Dave Lee ZR, Joey Montenegro

NU DISCO VOL 1

Loving and mixing all kinds of electronic music. New to this

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!

Nowadays, in order to stand out from the crowd and to make people dance, you need a strong signature sound - Rokco ZFR has it all. His style is hard to define. It’s like having a taste of every possible genre rolled into one music set: from Tech House to Deep House, from Soulful house to Disco House and from Funk and Hip-Hop to Electro Music. Rokco knows how to build up tension using vocal chops, mellow sounds and drum sequences until he drops the bomb like something out of a movie.

Discothèque Decadence
The Home of House, Funk, Disco & Dance.

Step into a world of groove-heavy rhythms and uplifting beats.
Curated by DJ The Funk Assassin — delivering the finest new releases, timeless classics, and killer remixes every week.

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