Is this your bed
These are your clothes
That I just tore off of you
Who needs a bed
We could go in the shower or kitchen
As long as you're in it
I don't need a reason

I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready

You touch me and I'm off to the races
You say the word and I'm already gone
I've always been shameless
There's no need to tame it
It's the same every day
It's always the same

I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny

Kinda Corny
Can't fake it
I'm into it
Kinda Horny

I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
I'm always ready
So horny

I'm Always Ready (Acid Techno reload)

Slip between the lines
Catch me in the night

You vanish in the dark
Your name on my heart
Lost in your shadow
I drift, I borrow

Silent whispers, broken calls
I catch the fall, I feel it all

Slip between my fingers
Don’t let go too soon
We sway in secret linger
Under silver moon
Slip between my fingers
Hear my quiet tune
You pull me close, I tremble
Slip between

Oooh ooh ooooh
Slip … between
Slip … between

Midnight heat, your gaze
We dance in haze
Words fade to sighs
I need those eyes

Silent whispers, broken calls
I catch the fall, I feel it all

Slip between my fingers
Don’t let go too soon
We sway in secret linger
Under silver moon
Slip between my fingers
Hear my quiet tune
You pull me close, I tremble
Slip between

Time stops, pulse shakes
One touch is all it takes
Between the beats we meet
Soft, urgent, incomplete

Slip between my fingers
Don’t let go too soon
We sway in secret linger
Under silver moon
Slip between my fingers
Hear my quiet tune
You pull me close, I tremble
Slip between …

Slip between (2 Step reload)

Air tastes like iron and rain
Concrete breathes under the strobe
Shadows weld to the kick
Heat climbs the spine, slow

Floor shakes, names fall off our skin
Sparks bloom in the fog
Glass sweat drips from the ceiling
Every beat is a command

Rust sings along the rails
Hands up for balance, not prayer
Time splits, reforms, keeps moving
Voltage threads through bone

Grain, glare, gravity, surge
Sirens fold into one tone
We lean into the engine
Noise crowns the room

Iron heartbeat over red steam
Bodies blur to a single line
We burn in perfect symmetry
We disappear inside the charge

The forge exhales
Ash settles like snow
Only the hum remains
Moving through us, without us

Beat is a command (Peak Techno reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

New tracks tagged #Granular Texture