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Can’t Say No hits hard with deep bass, funky grooves, and unapologetic attitude. jAishO delivers a dancefloor banger dripping with sass and bad-girl energy. It’s the soundtrack to late nights, bold moves, and irresistible temptation—where she knows what she wants, and she’s not afraid to take it. Turn it up and let the rhythm take control.

Cant Say No

TECHNior redux

captures the pulse of underground transit, where funky bass and jazz horns ride alongside the screeches and hums of a bustling subway.

Traffic Hop 08

Sit Back Down

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Imperial March - Left on Pluto Flip

“Vienna House” is a groove-driven house track soaked in city-night emotion.
Funky basslines, 90s piano stabs, and a steady 4/4 beat carry whispered and sung vocals in Austrian dialect (Wienerisch).
Warm trumpets weave through the rhythm — short bursts, offbeat fills, and soulful phrases.
Hints of Viennese acoustic textures are there, barely audible, like faded memories of Schrammelmusik echoing off old alley walls.
This is not folklore. This is Vienna at 3am: quiet streets, flickering neon, leftover thoughts, and music that pulls you forward.
A little lost. A little loud.
All heart.

Oida…
Heit is wieder so a Nocht…
Wo da Wind ned weht, oba im Hirn is Sturm.
I spür’s scho – glei kommt da Beat…

Loss mi aus – nur heit bei da Nocht,
Tanz ma z’sam – bis kana mehr mocht.
Wien is wach – und i bin’s aa,
Mit’m Herz aufgedraht – und da G’schicht im G’sicht.

Geh am Gürtel entlang, mit da Nacht in da Taschn,
Zwischen Beisln, U-Bahn, und Gedanken zum Was’n.
Da Bass klopft o, wia a schlechta Schmäh,
Und trotzdem tanz i – host mi eh?

Loss mi aus – nur heit bei da Nocht,
Tanz ma z’sam – bis kana mehr mocht.
Wien is stumm – oba i bin laut,
Des Herz schlog groovt – und du schaust traut.
Raunz ma z’sam – owa swing ma mit,
Weil a Weana Nocht ned langsam is.

A leere Gassn, oba voll mit Klang,
I geh ned ham – i bleib no lang.
Weu Wien is ned laut – Wien is g’scheit stumm,
Und trotzdem druckt’s da ois in’d Luft eini z’amm.

Loss mi aus – nur heit bei da Nocht,
I bin ned sche, oba i hob’s versucht.
De Leit raunzn – und i raunzn mit,
Owa wenn da Beat kummt – daun hob i mi wieda.

I sog ned viel, oba i spür scho gnua,
Bei jedem Schritt – bist entweder stumm oder z’vü laut.
A schiefer Blick, a warmer Groove,
Und vielleicht is des scho a Liebesbeweis, move by move.

Heit… loss i mi wean.
Nur heit… spür i mi leb’n.
Wien daunt si – und i daunz mit.
Schrammeln spün – und des Herz sitzt.

Vienna House

“Witch Girl” is a spellbinding parody remake of the Hall & Oates classic “Rich Girl,” conjured up by the mystical duo Stahl & Oaths. Swapping Wall Street for witchcraft, this track delivers a groovy, retro 70s blend of blue-eyed soul, pop, and rock—with a magical twist.

With funky basslines, crisp piano, and those signature soulful male vocals, “Witch Girl” tells the tale of a mischievous enchantress who’s gone a little too far with her charms, potions, and midnight spells. Catchy hooks, playful repetition, and just the right amount of spooky camp keep this reimagined anthem as addictive as the original.

Equal parts homage and Halloween party jam, “Witch Girl” invites you to dance under the full moon, laugh at love potions gone awry, and remember: you can rely on your magic, honey… but it won’t get you too far!

✨🪄🌙🦇🔮🕯️🧙‍♀️🧹🦉✨✨🧹🧙‍♂️🕯️🔮🦇🌙🪄✨

You're a witch girl, and you've gone too far,
Casting spells and potions every day.

You're a witch girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
You can rely on your magic honey,
You can rely on your magic honey.
It's a witch, girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
Say magic but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far.

Don't you know, don’t you know it's unkind,
Casting hexes with love left behind.
Crystal balls glowing bright,
But your heart stays lost in the night.
Spells to charm, spells to bind,
But the magic can't change your mind.

Cauldron bubbles, moon shines clear,
But your spells won't hide your fear.

You're a witch girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
You can rely on your magic honey,
You can rely on your magic honey.
It's a witch, girl, and you've gone too far,
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway.
Say magic but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far.

Moonlit flights, shadowed dreams,
Enchanting others with your schemes.
Secrets hidden, books unread,
Casting spells from things unsaid.
Haunted woods, whispers clear,
But you're lost inside your fear.

(Ooh) Magic swirls, cauldron deep,
Promises you cannot keep.
(Ooh) Starlit skies, moonlit charms,
Lost again within your arms.

You're a witch girl, spellbound start,
But your magic won't change your heart.
You can rely on your magic honey,
But your charms can't buy real love.
It’s a witch, girl, gone too far,
Magic charms but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far.

✨🪄🌙🦇🔮🕯️🧙‍♀️🧹🦉✨✨🧹🧙‍♂️🕯️🔮🦇🌙🪄✨

Witch Girl

Trap-opera vocal stacks and George Michael-rich harmonies float over summer-funk bass lines. “Club Mirage” is beach-club decadence wrapped in neon nostalgia. For curators of Tropical-Funk, Nu-Disco, and Ibiza lounge.

Club Mirage

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?

Some tracks I recently found.  I don't know... Tryless , its about how you feel when you listen, how you feel when you dance how you feel when the bass drops and how you feel when you lock eyes with someone else who's feeling it the same... Music is language, ceremony, transportation to another realm, energy manipulator, magic and so much more. Blessings to all who vibe with my vibes, I don't do this for anyone but me, but I am grateful every time someone tells me they dig the mixes. Thank you for listening. 


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Neon Sprint

My Sounds To The World is a new creative business for all studios who need sounds, custom Effect Sound, BGM (Background Music), SE, Cues and many more.

The owner of MSTTWstudio made by Maxime Dubreuil known by his artist name (EL3CV) continueslly creates and murge in the universe of production, sound design, keep studying in the music industry like Wwise and FL Studio. He made a new French community on discord and streams his work on Twitch to help the new and future producer, who has interest in the music. 
His favorite genre is EDM/Pop but also performs in the underscore cue, soundtrack for video games and much more.

You can fin his link down here to know more about his projects he did on social medias etc.

Take me to Ibiza - in the meantime - Lymington...

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

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Welcome to Logical Miracle, a project where a lifelong dream meets the cutting edge of technology, brought to life by two passionate creators, one a musician and songwriter, the other an edu tech enthusiast who turns ideas into reality.

Like many, my journey started with big dreams as a child. I imagined myself as a musical genius, learning to play the recorder and later moving on to the violin and guitar. Back then, I had no idea how challenging the music industry could be. As life moved on, new adventures like jobs, holidays, and eventually starting a family took over, and my musical dream slowly faded into the background.

But the story didn’t end there. Over the past 40 years, technology has evolved in incredible ways, creating opportunities that were once unimaginable. Social media has reconnected us with old friends and memories, while AI and music software have revolutionised how we create and share music. The music industry, once an exclusive club, has had to adapt, leaving space for new voices to emerge.

This is where Logical Miracle was born, a collaboration between my love for music and the technical genius of my partner. For years, I wrote poems, not realising they were songs in waiting. Today, with the help of AI, music production software, and my tech-savvy partner, we’ve brought those words to life. The dream of working in a big studio isn’t necessary anymore; with the right tools and expertise, we’re able to create professional-quality music right from home.

Logical Miracle is the result of this collaboration. It’s not just a musical project, it’s a testament to the power of dreams and the possibilities that technology brings. What started as a simple idea has blossomed into something much bigger, a dream shared and fulfilled. Now, it’s time for our music to be heard.

So, whether you’re here to discover something new or to support two dreamers who have turned their passions into reality, we hope you enjoy the music of Logical Miracle. Your feedback means the world to us, if you like what you hear, let us know. And if not, that’s okay too, just be kind in your comments. Either way, we’ll keep creating, inspired by the knowledge that our partnership and technology have made this dream possible.

Thanks for listening, and welcome to the world of Logical Miracle.

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!

Philippine born Electronic music artist jAishO brings a global perspective to his sound. He found his rhythm in Jacksonville, FL, immersed in the '90s hip-hop and P.L.U.R. electronic dance scenes. After a chapter serving as a U.S. Army MP, he reignited his musical journey in 2024. Every track is a reflection of personal hardship and a vast tapestry of life experiences. Dive into his world with the debut track "Reciprocate" (May 5, 2025) and first album "That's That Hz" (May 30, 2025).

Jonathan le Roux Brighton England based.

Just make art and tunes I want. 

this music will just sit on here until everything of me is forgotten. 

I'm a sucker for 808's and fun music. I like space between beats and rhythms that inspire me to move. I love making people feel good. If you dig the sound curation like and follow.  
Booking: 
email: DjTryless505@gmail.com
Instagram: DJTryless505
DM here for personal contact info
I spin Bass, hip hop, house, dnb and downtempo.

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