THE SACRIFICES

I heard a rumour
They say you are alone
No one to run to
No friends are on the phone

So tell me
What you gonna do now your love has gone
How you gonna call it's been so long and so wrong
What you gonna do now your girl has gone
Sacrifices you have made now everything is wrong

The girl and I were over
It wasn't meant to be
But I trusted you, you were a friend
And I told you everything

You listen like a friend should
And helped through it all
Now I here it through the grapevine
I see you walking out her door

CHORUS

So how am I supposed to feel
When I told you everything
When I see you drive up
I watch the bedroom lights go dim

So I here you blame me
Your friends are not around
I've put the knife right in your back
And no-ones to be found
NOW!

But, don't go and blame me
It wasn't like that at all
And don't find excuses
You make yourself look small

It wasn't me who changed them

It's you can't you see
You left without a trace
And you didn't care for anything

You thought the grass was greener
You thought she'd make you smile

SO TELL ME

Dean R. Chandler 1994

Demo 1996

The Sacrifices '96

💋 She’s got rhythm in her hips. He’s got caro-checks and a sunburn.

Welcome to Havana vs. Casanova — a French House cat-and-mouse where filtered disco loops tell the real story:

One very persistent British tourist.
One Cuban beauty with zero tolerance for colonial cologne.
One city with too many alleys for him to ever find her again.

🎹 Piano stabs sharper than his flirting
🕶️ Funky bassline smoother than his overpriced sunglasses
👠 Female vocals that swerve harder than she does in stilettos
🥁 Kick-clap groove that carries you through the chase and the escape

He came for love.
She came for mojitos and left him in the dust.

🌴 Think: French filter house gets salsa-schooled
📼 Think: Wes Anderson remakes a reggaeton telenovela
💔 Think: He says “Love at first sight” — she says “Hasta nunca, sweaty.”

And now she’s gone…
Just a flash of legs, a whisper of perfume, and a loop stuck on Oh no no — oh nah nah…

Lyrics:

Oh no no — oh nah nah
Lost her in the streets of Havana
She turned the corner, heels like fire
Now I’m chasing smoke and a lost desire
Oh no no — oh nah nah
She danced away, didn’t leave a name
Now every rhythm just sounds the same...
Without her. Havana, you win again.

Saw her sipping slow, under bougainvillea shade
Red dress loud, eyes that never stayed
Me? Sharp shirt, Brit cologne,
Caro checks on, ego full-grown

“Ello love” — smooth as a mid-day daiquiri
She looked right past me like: "You're kidding me?"
Every word I tried just hit the wall
She don’t hear charm — she hears colonial gall

Every step I follow, she’s three ahead
Every glance I borrow, leaves me misled
The hotter the sun, the colder the chance
Still I chase… still she dances…

Oh no no — oh nah nah
Lost her in the streets of Havana
Slipped through music, heat, and smoke
Like a joke my heart just spoke

Oh no no — oh nah nah
She spun away and I stood still
Now Havana echoes her will —
She’s gone... but I feel her still.

Followed her through alleyways dipped in blue
Trumpets screamed, and my hopes did too
Bar to bar, block to block
But she’s rhythm — I’m just shock

Even asked a dog if he’d seen her go
He barked at me like "Leave her alone."
Cuba laughed, music played
And there I stood — cologned and betrayed

“Not today...” / “No love, no delay…”
/ “You can’t catch me…”
/ “Runaway... runaway…”

Oh no no — oh nah nah
Lost her in the streets of Havana
All I’ve got is this melody
And a shadow burned in memory

Oh no no — oh nah nah
Maybe love was never the plan
But she was real — and now I am
Just a ghost in her old dance jam

Streets of Havana

Powerful female soul vocals meet cheeky, filter-funk French House grooves in this danceable PSA for the chronically flaky.

It’s the soundtrack for anyone who’s ever heard:
“Let’s do Friday, babe” — only to watch Friday turn into Saturday morning radio silence, followed by a Sunday-night text that just says, “Next week?”

Built on a slinky bassline, disco-dipped guitars, and a beat smoother than his excuses, Weekend Promises loops those broken plans into an irresistible hook you can rely on. Perfect for:

Waiting at the café for someone who’s “on their way” (for the last 45 minutes)

Dancing your frustration into something fabulous

Declaring that the only date you trust is your calendar app

💃 Press play, shake it out, and let him weekend-plan himself right out of your heart.

Lyrics:

You told me once on a Friday night
“This weekend’s ours, we’ll do it right”
You said it like it was set in stone
I cleared my time, stayed by the phone

But then next day, you were hard to find
You said you “might just change your mind”
Texted late with a brand new plan
Now I don’t know where we stand

Are you here, are you gone, are you just passing through?
Or is this some game that you like to do?

You’ve got weekend promises, paper thin
Changing the story once again
Yesterday you swore we’d meet at eight
Tonight you’re running two hours late
Weekend promises, fading fast
Hard to trust when they never last
Maybe you forgot, or maybe you planned it
Either way, boy, you’ve weekend-planned it

It’s not the time, it’s the way you shift
Like every plan comes with a twist
One day yes, then the next day no
You keep me guessing where we’ll go

Do you mean what you say, or just like to pretend?
Can’t tell where you start, can’t tell where you end

You’ve got weekend promises, paper thin
Changing the story once again
Yesterday you swore we’d meet at eight
Tonight you’re running two hours late
Weekend promises, fading fast
Hard to trust when they never last
Maybe you forgot, or maybe you planned it
Either way, boy, you’ve weekend-planned it

Maybe it’s not the timing at all
Maybe you’re just afraid to call
In and out of what you say
Like the truth’s on holiday

Weekend promises, paper thin
Changing the story once again
Yesterday you swore we’d meet at eight
Tonight you’re lost in another state
Weekend promises, fading fast
Hard to trust when they never last
Maybe you forgot, or maybe you planned it
Either way, boy, you’ve weekend-planned it

Weekend Promises

Ever been on a dancefloor so perfect you thought you could live there forever?
Yeah… this is that moment — bottled, shaken with glitter, and poured straight into your ears.

From the first filtered chord, it’s a slow climb through warm disco haze, climbing hand-in-hand with a bassline that knows exactly how to wink at you. The brass stabs strut in wearing gold sunglasses, the strings throw rose petals in your path, and the powerhouse vocals? She’s not just singing — she’s commanding the entire galaxy to rise with her.

It’s a journey:
🚀 The Spark — “Hmm, this feels nice”
🌅 The Climb — “Wait, my feet aren’t touching the ground”
☀️ The Peak — “OKAY THIS IS EUPHORIA”
🌙 The Fade — “Oh… so that’s what bittersweet feels like”

The kick is relentless, the groove is steady, and the fade-out is so long you’ll wonder if you’ve accidentally unlocked a secret level in your own life.
Press play, hold on tight, and remember: every rise has a fall… but what a way to go.

Lyrics:

🎵 Just a light in the dark, just a drop in the rain
But I felt it move, I felt the flame
Step by step, and the air turns sweet
Every beat pulling me up from my feet 🎵

🎵 Oh… we’re rising, we’re rising
Every heartbeat higher… 🎵

🎵 We’re up, up in the sky, nothing can break us
Shining so bright, nothing can fade us
Hold me right here, don’t let me go
’Cause the way down’s coming… we both know 🎵

🎵 Up here where the gold turns blue
Every dream feels like it’s true
But the sun starts slipping, shadows grow
And the wind whispers… it’s time to go 🎵

🎵 Every rise has a fall, every night has a dawn
Every fire burns out, even love moves on
Like a river to the sea, it’s the same old way
We dance, we shine… then we fade away 🎵

🎵 We’re up, up in the sky, nothing can break us
Shining so bright, nothing can fade us
Hold me right here, don’t let me go
’Cause the way down’s coming… we both know 🎵

🎵 Oooooh… we fade… we fade… 🎵

Down

🪩✨ "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?

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The Man With No Name - Try<Less

Neon Sprint

Packed with chunky tech grooves, bass house rollers, and a splash of fruit-flavoured filth. Here’s my opening set for Father Funk! 🍑💥

🍉 Tracklist:
RDGO – Get Ready
AC Slater – Baggy Black Jeans
Kid Kenobi, A-Tonez – Take It Back
OOTORO – Ghettobreak
Sebastian Wibe – Shimmy Shaker Dub
Funk Master – Row E Flip
Sidequest – Cha Cha Slide
Henry Fong – That Sound
Phatworld – Helluvadrug
Sammy Porter, Goody (UK) – Say Ooh
Hatiras – Hypnotized
Kelland – Bodytalk
Henry Fong Remix Outkast – The Way You Move
Juicy Goose – Things You Do
Charlie Shell – Gossip Folks Dub
Anderson .Paak – Get Down
DJ Dan, Mike Balance, Fleetwood – Trigger Finger
Soulstar, Waterbird – Shake It
Cheyenne Gilles x Kelland – Work Baby Work
Sidequest – Where the Party At
The Turner Brothers – Shake
Narasimha, JAG2RAY, JESSA – Dhol Tool
Biscuits – 2C2
Edu Trevizan – Feel It
Smalltown DJs – You Can Do It
Ghost Town DJs – My Boo
NIIKO X SWAE - Disco Inferno
Ya Body (Vibewise Extended Remix) - Nikita The Wicked
Charlie Shell - HITZ 4 THE HOOD
MarLow - Bad Bih
WBBL - Electric Avenue Dub

Ripe for the Funkin' - Opening for Father Funk @ The Queens

A dark driving riddim/dubstep hybrid kind thing. I usually make house music but this bangs.

I Strike

Uncle Bud - I Strike

Ass shakin mini mix

West Yorkshire DJ, singer, and songwriter 🪩

About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

The Fruit Stand offers a selection of hand-picked juicy beats for every booty. She is known to blend a fusion of house and funky bass lines, creating a deliciously sweet, energetic atmosphere guaranteed to pump up your jam and get that body moving. With her talent for building a high-energy, booty-shaking dance floor, she creates an electrifying experience that keeps the crowd vibing all night long.
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