🎧 French House meets gym-floor drama.

Under flickering neon, where vinyl hiss meets locker-room echo, two men rehearse the absurd ballet of dominance and submission — daily, without shame. One commands. One obeys. And yet… it grooves.

“Bromance” is a tragicomic club poem about Shorty (the mustachioed gym tyrant) and Puppy (his leather-jacketed disciple). A filtered house groove pulses beneath theatrical vocals, dubby monologues, and side-chained heartbreak. Add a DnB twist, some piano chaos, and real gym sounds — and you’ve got something between a bromance opera and a fitness cult documentary.

💪🏽🔊 Grunts become snare hits.
🧼 Puppy says “Oh.” Shorty says “More.”
🪩 The dumbbells shimmer. The codependency slaps.


🎶 Vocals: Half-spoken, half-devotional.
🎹 Production: Filtered funk, dub FX, emotional muscle mass.
🎭 Theme: Power. Submission. Bromance. Elegance.

Lyrics:

Gym nights. Neon lights.
Two men enter — only one decides.
Shorty speaks. Puppy glows.
Leather meets trenchcoat… and the bromance grows.

Oh - oh - oh – I want to know.
Tell me more, my super bro.
Bromance glows in power show.
Shorty snaps — and Puppy’s low.
That bromance love… he needs it so.

Shorty struts like a baron bold,
Trenchcoat tailored, threads of gold.
Flat cap tilts, moustache commands —
He rules the gym like foreign lands.

Puppy trails in denim grace,
Rockstar boots, soft puppy face.
Leather jacket, wide-eyed stare,
Worships Shorty’s gym-floor flair.

“Ten reps!” says the voice divine —
Puppy lifts and gasps in time.
If he doubts or moves too slow,
Shorty scowls — and Puppy: “Oh!”

Oh - oh - oh – I want to know.
Tell me more, my super bro.
Bromance glows in power show.
Shorty snaps — and Puppy’s low.
That bromance love… he needs it so.

“Pick a station,” Shorty grins —
Puppy shakes like laundry pins.
Mouth says “uh,” brain says “help,”
Sweating guilt like fried-up kelp.

Shorty sighs — back to command.
Bench press reigns. Iron in hand.
Then a break, the sermon starts:
On EV life and Austrian arts.

Puppy nods, heart all a-mush,
Monologue rush like caffeine crush.
If Puppy dares to interrupt —
Shorty’s glare could crack a cup.

Shorty (filtered mic):
“These shows, Puppy… misunderstood.
The schlager, the lighting. Genius.
And electromobility? That’s aristocracy...
…with wheels.”
Puppy (dry whisper): “Oh.”

I need a voice, a sign, a goal…
Without his words, I lose control.
He left. I sagged. I dragged. Alone.
A puppy’s place is not the throne.

Oh - oh - oh – I want to know.
Tell me more, my super bro.
Bromance glows in power show.
Shorty snaps — and Puppy’s low.
That bromance love… he needs it so.

Actors? Jesters? Lords in disguise?
Or just two guys with matching lies?
One commands. One simply nods.
Bromance — written by the gods.

Bromance

Roy of the Rovers (80s PC-Game Anthem)

He was supposed to be a football legend.
But all I got was Roy. My boy.
Frozen in pixels. Confused. Emotionally unavailable.
And yet… somehow still groovy.

This track is a love-hate letter to Roy of the Rovers —
the weirdest football game ever loaded on a Commodore 64.
A euphoric groove house anthem wrapped in dub echo, sax, and pixel dreams.
Because in the '80s, games didn’t load instantly —
they loaded painfully. And when they finally worked...
you questioned your life.

This is not gameplay.
It’s disco therapy for every floppy-born trauma we never processed.

🕹️ Cassette hiss.

💿 Play it loud. Dance it out.
Then please... rewind your cassette.

Lyrics:

It was the '80s.
Our console was a breadbox — the Commodore 64.
You didn’t just click and play a game.
You made a sacrifice.

Loading from cassette?
Minimum: half an hour.
Maximum: your soul.
You'd sit in monk-like silence,
watching flickering bars,
praying to the pixel gods...
and then… “LOAD ERROR.”
Back to zero. Try again.

And one day,
after what felt like a pilgrimage,
Roy of the Rovers loaded.
And I thought:
“Wait… THIS is the game?”

No menu music, just a blink,
Roy stood frozen, made me think.
Ran left… ran right… then back again,
No ball, no goal, just mystery and pain.

Hit “F1” — nothing. Tried “Z.”
He kicked the air, or maybe me.
No crowd, no cheers, no point, no clue —
Just Roy and I… in screen-door blue.

Tried to shoot, tried to pass,
Roy tripped over coded grass.
Pressed Escape, mashed every key —
Roy blinked twice… still confused as me.

🎶 Roy, my boy — nice gift, but not my toy.
You moved like jam, felt like decoy.
Ten long minutes? Nah, more like fifty —
And then… you blinked, all shifty.

🎶 Roy, my boy — what did I do wrong?
You looked like football, but not for long.
We played ten minutes, then I ran…
Back to Giana Sisters or Pac-Man.

Clicked "Manager" — now I’m scared.
Stats and tactics? I wasn't prepared!
“Morale is low,” the screen did say,
I thought Morale was a Spanish café.

Tried to transfer in Pelé —
Got a striker named “Ron McStay.”
Roy up front, no one behind —
Football… but of the Kafka kind.

Melchester Rovers, what a crew —
Played in red and gold, and mostly huh?
Sounded like a post office team,
Living out someone’s fever dream.

League unknown, fans unseen,
No fixtures, scores, or in-between.
A team of legends… in one man —
Melchester’s tactic? “Hope Roy can.”

🕹️ “Thank you for loading Roy of the Rovers.”
🕹️ “Now go question your life.”

🎶 Roy, my boy — pixelated prince,
Haven’t touched you ever since.
Other games? We'd play for years…
You? You triggered tears.

🎶 Roy, my boy — glitched and gone,
By the time you worked, my snack was done.
You weren’t a match, not even close —
But oh... what a weird dose.

“Roy of the Rovers… a strange game.”
“Please rewind your cassette.”
tape hiss fades out slowly…

Roy of the Rovers (80’s PC-Game Anthem)

🧽 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

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Bring it Back Once More (Hello) Mashup

💿 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

🌇 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

160 BPM. Old school quebradita with a modern flip.
Heavy low end, tribal textures, and a little chaos in the groove.
Made this for the ones who grew up around the sound but wanted something new to move to.

SUBALE - FT. EL TIGRE

Nouveau mix des vacances 2025 sur une seule session signée DJCEDD. 2H de HITS intemporels non-stop.
Ambiance SUMMER TIME !

Abonne toi à la chaîne @lync_music

𝙇𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙐𝙍𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝘿𝙀 𝙇'𝙀𝙏𝙀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝟮𝙃 𝘿𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝙓 𝘽𝙔 𝘿𝙅𝘾𝙀𝘿𝘿

(Head Empty)

I love every moment, I'm with you. . .
And I'm,
Sorry your mad. 
When I'm not next to you.
Your stronger than any other woman, I know!
Its hard to love and care and let go!
But just to show,
I love you even more!

Baby you know we can better.
Love it messy but hate breaks the tether!
I can't understand what upset ya?
But please just let me know!
Cause I'm,
Sorry I don't always make plans. . .
We got a lot of time on our hands,
But I don't understand. . .

(Head Empty)

When you're silent. . .
I know the love is violet!
I know the love is hiding!
I did something, you don't like and I,
Can't improve if your not up front. . .
Cause every single day I love, 
I love the way you are. . .

I love the way your are!

(Head Empty)

Bro it don't really matter what we say!
Either way were screwed,
I wish I knew what a women wanted!
Cause I don't have a clue. . .

Maybe you just want a moment?

Don't hate me too much. . .

I'm thinking you think I'm hiding?
But I'm really just out of mind and. . .
I barely call my momma.
So please just let me know?

Head Empty

H E A D . E M P T Y

For more than ten years, Xavii has established himself as a music producer and DJ. With 14 years of professional experience, he has refined his skills across various musical genres, although his primary enthusiasm is rooted in the deep, pulsating rhythms of house music. After releasing tracks on esteemed underground EDM labels, xavii is now focused on broadening his professional connections.

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