Jolene Mixtape #33 /// Danny Parton (Funk)

“Birds sing for love.
So do men.
This city’s alive… with voices.
Every block — a mating song.
Sirens in suits. Falsetto in the rain.
It’s Siren Season.”

Step out — bassline hums my name,
He’s on the curb, singin’ through the flame.
Velvet pants, a cardboard plea,
“Let me woo you — musically.”

Cross the street, jazz heat flies,
Fedora boy scats lullabies.
His hook lands loud in traffic air,
These boys got dreams — and zero fear.

🎶 Sing me sweet,
Move your feet.
Corner heat,
Urban beat. 🎶

🎶 Siren call,
Catch me fast.
Groove or fall,
Love don’t last. 🎶

Subway stairs, echoes ring,
“Yoo-hoo-hoo” like a wedding ring.
Monk with autotune lifts the vibe,
Ave Maria in jungle tribe.

Bakery sparks with a beatbox brawl,
Sax cuts through like a siren call.
One guy croons in Latin verse,
The other offers goat and purse.

🎶 Birdcall tape,
Goat on deck.
Elvis dreams,
Love by check. 🎶

🎶 Sing it low,
Sing it bold,
Bring your soul,
Or love gets cold. 🎶

🎶 Sing me sweet,
Move your feet.
Don’t compete —
Just drop that beat. 🎶

🎶 Woo or go,
High or low,
This city sings,
You steal the show. 🎶

Birds (Dance Version)

✨ Saudade House – Unbekannter Künstler
A euphoric journey through memory, rhythm, and emotion.

This Groove / Piano House anthem fuses hypnotic beats, dreamy synths, and a soaring female vocal that aches with saudade — that deep, untranslatable longing only the night can hold.

💫 Let it carry you through shimmering lights and echoes of love lost and found.
🌃 Dance, remember, release… just for tonight.

🎹 Style: Groove House / 90s Piano House / Classic Vocal House
💃 Vibe: Euphoric, sensual, nostalgic
🌍 Language: Portuguese & universal feeling

🕺 “Saudade solta — só por esta noite…”

Leva-me alto…
Deixa a saudade… me libertar…
Sente o arrepio…

Saudade solta — só por esta noite,
Vem dançar — dentro do brilho,
Saudade solta — pulsa no meu peito,
Me guia — sem ter jeito.

Uuuuuuuh — eco de lembrança…
Aaaaaaaah — êxtase e esperança…

No compasso do peito,
A saudade é feitiço,
Me envolve, me leva,
Num êxtase sem aviso.

Saudade solta — só por esta noite,
Vem dançar — dentro do brilho,
Saudade e som — me fazem flutuar,
No êxtase — sem voltar.

Saudade House

🌫️💔 A piano house fever dream set in the fog-soaked streets of Tórshavn.

“Vegan Blues in Tórshavn” blends mellow 90s house chords, and poetry about oat milk and existential tofu.

This is not a joke. This is not a protest.
This is the sound of a vegan soul slowly fermenting in fish-scented air.

🐟 No cod was consumed in the making of this track.
💨 Fog included.
🥄 Best enjoyed while staring into a cold soup, barefoot.

LYRICS:

I stir the pot, the walls are damp,  
My tofu sweats beneath the lamp.  
The choir sings of salted pride,  
But I just nod — and hide inside.

They hang the cod like Sunday flags,  
It flaps beside my shopping bags.  
I clutch my kale with quiet grace,  
And pray the wind avoids my face.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

The windows fog, the pan complains,  
My oat milk curdles in the rain.  
A fish went by in someone’s boot —  
He smiled. I stayed. I chewed my root.

They asked me once,  
“Do you ever miss the taste?”  
I said, “No.”  
But my soup… it looked ashamed.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

I jog past boats with bags of beans,  
The fog rolls in. I lose my means.  
The choir now sings inside my head,  
They harmonize with what I dread.

Í hvørjum vindi er sjógvur og sál,  
eg et ikki fisk, men luktin er mál.  
Eg bjóði baunir og dreymi um frið,  
men sjálvt mítt breyð smakkar sum svið.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

Just fog...  
Just tofu...  
Just... you.

Vegan Blues in Tórshavn

💨 A hypnotic journey through fog, fish, and freedom.

“Faroe House” blends euphoric 90s piano house with ancient Faroese folk spirit — fiddle loops, chain-dance chants, and whispered truths carried on the wind.

Lyrics in Faroese drift like seaweed through pulsing basslines, as a mysterious woman dances between hanging cod and lost hopes.

🐟 This is not just a track. It’s a coastal trance.

🎻 Accordion and fiddle melt into deep grooves.
🗣️ Tradition and club culture merge.
🌫️ And through it all: fog... and freedom.

Tak meg hægri...

Lat tað flóta... lat tað fara...


Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld,

Flyt teg við mær — inn í ljósið.

Set meg frí — eg hoyri tónan,

Eg fari burtur — ongin vegur niður.

Sjógvur rørir...

Hvíta toskin verður hongdur í vindin.

Eg dansi millum net og vón...

Eg lusi alt, men finni einki svar.

Uuuuuuuuh — tað rísur…

Aaaaaaaah — hypnotiserar…

Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld,

Flyt teg við mær — inn í ljósið.

Fiskur her... fiskur har...

Men eg dansi sum eg eri frí.

“Sjógvur gevur og tekur við sær…”

Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld...

Bert í kvøld...

Í kvøld…

í kvøld...

Faroe House

We are so grateful to remix an amazing track of visage music, we still remember about our first trip cuz it was with you thank you and love your music!

Cupid (Cosmic House remix)

🎵 Title: Lali Lala La Lima – La Cerveza Última
By Unbekannter Künstler
Genre: Groove Piano House / Zampoña Flute / Accordion / Tropical Soul / Spoken Word / Urban Romance / Hangover Love

Step into a sun-drenched, flute-laced love story brewed in the heart of Lima.
A groove-heavy cocktail of funked-up piano house, seductive zampoña melodies, and Peruvian folklore vibes, Lali Lala La Lima takes you on a euphoric ride through neon nights, cold beers, and warm glances.

🍺 Cristal, Pilsen, Arequipeña... every sip is a verse.
🌆 Barranco, Miraflores, Plaza de Armas... every street pulses like a beat.
💃 A mysterious chica leads the way — and you follow, deeper into the rhythm, further from who you were.

Bilingual spoken word, flirtatious Spanish slang, accordion stabs, and hypnotic breakdowns blur the line between memory and melody.
This is not a travel song.
This is a hazy, heartfelt postcard soaked in beer foam and kissed by a stranger who knew the rhythm better than you ever will.

Still dancing in your bones long after the night ends.
Still humming like a buzz you never want to lose.

🌤️ Lali lala la Lima — the cerveza was última, but the feeling? Eternal.

LYRICS: 

I raised the glass —
and gold met sky.
Sun spilled through the Cristal,
and Lima smiled back.

No map, no past —
just sunlight in a bottle,
and the rhythm of a city
that knows how to make you forget
why you ever came.

Started the night in Barranco,
Street art kissed with candlelight.
One Cusqueña Negra went down smooth —
Dark like her eyes in the moonlight.

Pilsen Callao made my words go loose,
Like salsa feet with no excuse.
One sip, two laughs, three hours gone —
I was a song… she sang along.

Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
Golden foam, lips on glass,
My lonely night got drunk so fast
Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
Cristal dreams in a coastal bar —
She laughed, and lit up all of Larcomar.


Miraflores breeze through my shirt,
A buzz in my chest, not just from the beer.
She handed me an Arequipeña,
Whispered: “Te falta ritmo, extranjero, ven ya.”

We danced by the Plaza de Armas,
Drunk on light and lime and charm.
The beat got lost, the night got thick —
I swore I saw the stars do tricks.

Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
She spun like rhythm, kissed like sun,
And I forgot where I came from.
Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
One more drink, one more delay —
And all my doubts got danced away.

“¡Oe causa! Estás más perdido que cuy en ceviche,
Pero tranqui, papi — yo soy tu guía turística con privilegio.”*
“Tómate otra, y deja de pensar — que Lima no muerde, solo besa…”
Y si te portas bien... quizás te doy la sorpresa.”

But chill, papi — I’m your VIP tour guide.
Have another drink, stop overthinking — Lima doesn’t bite, it kisses.
And if you behave… I might surprise you.”)

I don’t know how many I had.
Could’ve been four…
Could’ve been forever.

The streets were glowing.
Not from light —
but from music that shimmered like heat.
She danced ahead of me,
barefoot in her sandals,
laughing like a bell lost in fog.

I followed.
Not because I had to —
but because Lima had stopped being a place...
and turned into a song.

The morning spilled through the curtains —
just like the beer did the night before.
Still warm.
Still golden.
Still tasting of her.

My head was fog,
my mouth dry —
but my heart?
Still humming something from Barranco.
A rhythm.
A laugh.
A kiss I almost believed.

Lima didn’t steal me.
She just…
kept a little part of me.
Somewhere between the flute and the foam.
Somewhere between the beat
and her hand on my shoulder.

Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
Still dancing deep inside my bones,
Still drunk… even when I’m home.
Lali lala la Lima
La cerveza última
A buzz, a kiss, a final glow —
And a hot chica guiding me slow...

Lali Lala La Lima

Get ready to sweat glitter and spill beer under Lima’s tropical moon.
Lali Lala La Lima (Dance) is a euphoric piano house anthem soaked in Cristal, kissed by zampoñas, and carried on the breeze of a Peruvian romance that started with one glance... and never quite ended.

💃 Golden in glass, blue in the sky — Cristal kissed me, Lima said hi.
This isn’t just a club track. It’s a memory you forgot you had.
Funky 90s piano stabs meet tropical basslines and that hauntingly sweet zampoña, as a mysterious chica guides you through neon nights and hangover mornings.

🌆 One more night. One more sip. One more beat.
Still drunk on her rhythm… even when the music stops.

🏷️ Vibe: Romantic. Euphoric. Heat-drunk and glowing.
Perfect for: Rooftop sets, late-night playlists, and that one moment when you're too in love to care what time it is.

Still dancing deep in your bones? Yeah — same.

LYRICS: 

Lali Lala La Lima (Dance)

Golden in glass — blue in the sky.
Cristal kissed me… Lima said hi.

Lali lala la Lima — feelin’ right,
La cerveza última — burning bright.
We danced through bars, forgot the day,
One last sip — and I drifted away.

Uuuuuuuh — she moves like rhythm…
Aaaaaaaah — I lost my system…

Lali lala — just one more night.

Lali Lala La Lima (Dance)

Ta meg høyere...
La det flyte... slipp det fri...

Slipp meg fri — bare i natt,
Pulsen pumper — alt er satt.
Oljedrømmer — bassen slår,
Fondet vokser — vi går og går...

Uuuuuuuh — gull i grunnen...
Aaaaaaaah — vi ruller millionen...

Slipp meg fri — bare i natt.

Norway House

🏴 Got Ba-Ba-Banned in Scot-Scot-Land – The Soccer Scientist
French House × Filter House × Satirical Groove Pop
Tempo: 123 BPM | Male Lead Vocal

They once danced in the World Cup spotlight — now even the Faroes give them trouble.
This is the story of a football sociologist from the U.S. who came to Scotland to understand the fall…
…and got banned everywhere he went.

Pubs. Libraries. Cafés. Football pitches.
Even a dog turned its back on him.

For everyone who still hears the echo of 1974…
…and grooves through football heartbreak like it’s a disco anthem.

🧠 Lyrics & Story: Written by a football romantic.
🎚️ Production: Think soft club bounce meets quirky academic heartbreak.
💽 Genre: French House / Filter House / Electro Pop Groove

LYRICS: 

Blue skies over Leith…
I came with questions.
But now I’m a ghost in the terraces —
Banned with affection.

Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
Didn’t mean harm, I just took a stand.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
All I said was: “What happened, man?”
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
No more tea, no cappuccino hand.
Just me and the mist and a coaching plan —
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land.

I asked why no one scores anymore,
Why the net stays still while the bagpipes soar.
Heard a whisper in a rainy square —
“Don’t speak that thought, don’t take it there.”

Silence in the stadium,
Rust in the stands.
But I opened my notebook —
And just like that…

Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
They blocked my login, erased my scans.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
Even got banned from the marching band.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
A scholar’s dream with a shakin’ hand.
Just one word and the pub went cold —
Got ba-ba-banned… but I still strolled.

Woooah-eh, nah-nah — let the synths breathe.
Pipes twirl, like ghosts in tweed.
Clap once for the golden days…
Clap twice for the goals they praise.

I got flagged at the coffee shop,
For askin’ if tactics ever stop.
They said, “We’ve got passion, and pride, and lore” —
But I just wanted to see them… score.

Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
From the pitch to the quiet librarian.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
Even that dog gave me the back of his hand.
Got ba-ba-banned in Scot-Scot-land
But I still love the sound of the fans —
And I still hum their anthem slow…
While I pack my bags, and let it go.

“Ba-ba-banned…”
“Scot… Scot… land…”

Got Banned in Scotland

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"Jolene Records" is a house music label created by brothers Danny and Mike Parton. Inspired by the French Touch of the 90s, they produce unique tracks using disco and funk samples. The result? Retro and modern sounds that electrify the dancefloor. With their passion and expertise, Danny and Mike have established "Jolene Records" as a must for all house music enthusiasts seeking great vibes.

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