"Lost the Remote" by Mr. FLEN dives deep into the soulful frustration of everyday mishaps with a dark pop twist. The track layers rich vocals, filled with heartfelt emotion and vulnerability, alongside a moody, soulful instrumental. With powerful and passionate delivery akin to Teddy Swims, this song explores the comedic but relatable agony of misplacing something crucial in a haunting, atmospheric style. It’s a blend of frustration and melancholic vibes, perfectly complemented by the deep, slow beats and dark, moody production.

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Lost the Remote

beat-old school rap-r41vinh4

Together, together, ok, together,
ok together, ok,
ok ok together, together—
ok? Together.

neon blinks together,
ok ok ok,
truth in shards, together,
always together.

Together together ok together—
ok? Together. Together.
Together.

(And not.)

ok together - marabou (download)

Omission

This set is a ride through the hypnotic depths of techno – raw, emotional, and unapologetically forward-pushing. From the very first beat, it grabs you and doesn’t let go, driving with a relentless groove while keeping things deeply melodic and vibey.

It’s not the kind of hypnosis that numbs you – it moves you. Bouncy, melancholic, housy in moments, but always grounded in that hypnotic pulse. Think bassface meets soul-searching. Layers of groove, emotion, and pressure – stitched together with intention and flow.

Recorded during a long night of connection, this set reflects what techno means to me: therapy through rhythm, emotion in repetition, and movement as release.

Let it hit, let it carry you, and maybe – just maybe – let it unlock something.

Solivagant001

Last week, it hurt, it tore,
Now it don’t matter no more,
One month, one year, it's gone,
Waves took the pain, rolled on.
I’m standing barefoot in the sand,
Watchin’ the ships leave the land.

Everything fades in the tide,
No need to fight, no need to cry,
What breaks today, tomorrow flies,
Far away into the sky.

Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day,
Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day. 🎶

Used to burn, used to sting,
Now it’s just a distant thing,
Used to scream inside my soul,
Now it’s quiet, now it’s whole.
Ship’s a shadow on the blue,
Outta sight, outta view.

Everything fades in the tide,
No need to fight, no need to cry,
What breaks today, tomorrow flies,
Far away into the sky.

Ships sail, ships go,
Tiny lights on the ocean glow,
I wave goodbye, I let them know,
No need to stay, just let it flow.

Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day,
Fade away, sail away,
Let it drift into another day. 🎶

Fade Away (Tropical House Version)

I saw you once, just once — no more.
Yet I knock on memory’s door.
No ending sharp, no tear to shed,
Just quiet reasons left unsaid.

I fed the night with neon lies,
I blurred the pain in crowded skies.
But nothing dims that whispered glance,
No bassline breaks that first romance.

No, I don’t hate. I simply feel.
You gave me less… and stayed surreal.
Still I hum your name, unscreamed —
Like a child who almost dreamed.

🎵 You’re the shape I can’t unsee,
Moving slow inside of me.
Time grew wings, I stood so still —
Tethered close to what could kill.

You’re the fire I couldn’t hold,
You’re the ache that stays too cold.
Love — the game with rules too scarred…
And I still play the fool’s card. 🎵

They say the one who loves too true,
Will wear the ghost, will walk it through.
And you — the shore I never reached,
The kind where dreams are out of speech.

I wrote you lines I never said,
A thousand truths behind one thread.
Your smile — it fades like vapor trail,
But leaves a burn too slow to fail.

No lies. No game. No shattered vow.
Just dust I dance in, even now.
You never stayed. You never led.
But I still write… inside my head.

🎵 You’re the shape I can’t unsee,
Spinning soft inside of me.
Time exhaled, I held my breath,
At the edge where love meets death.

You’re the fire I couldn’t hold,
You’re the ache that won’t grow old.
I gambled quiet… played too hard…
Still you haunt my fool’s card. 🎵

No stars aligned. No songs to keep.
But why do I wake from you in sleep?
No kiss. No war. No woven fate…
Yet I replay that silent state.

No maps were drawn. No hands remained.
Yet here I sway, by ghosts restrained.
Maybe hearts, to truly glow —
Must burn in love they’ll never know.

🎵 You’re the shape I can’t unsee,
Floating slow inside of me.
Time moved past, but I stayed scarred,
Still holding tight the fool’s card.

You’re the flame I couldn’t touch,
You’re the ache I miss too much.
Love — a room that stays unbarred,
Where I still sleep with the fool’s card. 🎵

The Fool’s Card

A smile stretched too far.
Glided moves like a parade of joy — upbeat, almost childlike — but something’s off beneath the surface. The rhythm feels warped, like happiness dragged through a slower frame. It lingers just a little too long, like laughter in a quiet room.

There’s warmth, even charm, but it's wearing a mask. Subtle tension builds as a shadow seeps in — not loud, but undeniable. A creeping weight in an otherwise light-hearted world.

This is the sound of pretending. Of going through the motions.
A celebration you don’t fully believe in.

GLIDED

🛒 Track: Supermarket Line
🎸 Genre: Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🕰️ ~92 BPM • 🎹 Key of E Major
🌀 Mood: Desperate Daylight • Groovy Dignity • Melodic Collapse

What do you get when you cross Thom Yorke’s lunch break, a can of tuna, and the sacred geometry of aisle four? You get Supermarket Line — a jangly, fluorescent-lit prayer for the overworked, underpaid, and emotionally microwaved.

This is not just a song. This is a midlife crisis with a loyalty card.
🍞 The bun? Stale.
🐟 The tuna? Radiating existential mercury.
👼 The chorus? Britpop angels chanting through a broken speaker near the discount wine rack.

Imagine Morrissey clocking in at Aldi. Imagine The Cure stuck behind an old lady counting coins. Imagine you, toe-tapping to your own slow collapse under strip lighting.

🎧 Highlights:
– Sparkling guitars that sound like someone trying to stay hopeful in polyester
– Bassline hums like a fridge full of regrets
– Vocals? A chant from the checkout limbo

💬 “I taste God in the checkout sign.”

For anyone who’s ever questioned reality while holding cat food and dignity in the same hand — this hymn’s for you.
File under: Grocery Store Gospel for the Emotionally Exhausted.

🛒✨ Add to cart.

Lyrics:

Lunch break burns — I’m on the clock
Holding a bun like it’s solid rock
Tuna can in the other hand
Sweat runs deep — I can’t stand

Fluorescent buzz, the air is thick
Someone coughs, the smell’s too quick
The queue’s a loop of loss and sigh
I close one eye and hope to die

Coins hit tile like death by drip
One more beep — I might just flip
A child screams next to discount wine
The speaker plays "You’re doing fine"

Oh mine — oh mine — standing in the supermarket line
With a bun and a can and collapsing spine
Oh mine — oh mine — they say this wait is "by design"
But I taste God in the checkout sign

The old girl counts her silver slow
Like each cent holds a tale of woe
She buys cat food and winter bread
And I rethink all I’ve ever said

No cart, no grace, just tuna oil
And this slow-roast public boil
Behind me breathes a man too near
His cologne: regret and fear

They loop a song from ’99
I fake a smile like "I’m just fine"
But this feels close to some defeat
That ends in tears and processed meat

Oh mine — oh mine — still trapped in the supermarket line
With my dignity on the bottom line
Oh mine — oh mine — I’m one beep from a holy sign
But salvation costs €2.99

No one’s famous in aisle four
Just saints of sweat on vinyl floor
We carry lunch like holy weight
And wait for joy… that shows up late

Oh mine — oh mine — I dissolve in the supermarket line
There’s no escape, no grand design
Oh mine — oh mine — I’m a hymn in fluorescent shine
And this bun... is borderline divine

"Next customer, please…"

Supermarket Line

Music is not just an art form for me—it's a lifeline, a form of therapy that sees me through the highs and lows of life. Each track I create is a piece of my soul, translated into sound. It's in the depths of melodies and rhythms that I find solace, pouring my emotions and experiences into each note as a way to heal and understand myself better. My music is a diary of my journey, a reflection of the inner workings of my mind and heart. When you notice an influx of new tracks, it's a signal that I'm navigating through tougher times, seeking refuge and expression through my music. This direct channel from my innermost thoughts to your ears is what makes my music raw, real, and resonant. So, as you listen, know that you're not just experiencing a song, but a chapter of my life, a moment of catharsis, and a piece of my path to healing. My hope is that it may offer you the same comfort and escape it provides me.

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You can always find a warm place
That will smile back at you

nyc based producer dj
with love - nerquila
business email: nerquilamusic@gmail.com

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!

Hello and welcome!

I’ve been creating music for the past six years, learning and evolving with each track.
My instrumentals are deeply personal—each one shaped by emotion and often named after the feeling that inspired it.

I try to sculpt sounds and melodies in a way that expresses what words sometimes can’t—like trying to describe a color with language. Everyone hears and feels differently, and that’s part of the beauty.

What you hear here on SoundCloud is just a glimpse—there’s a much broader journey waiting on my YouTube channel, where you’ll find many more tracks and visual experiences.

Thanks for listening.
Enjoy the journey.

@schrottrec
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email me: fabian@schrott-rec.de

Lonneberger is a Berlin-based DJ who crafts deep, raw and hypnotic techno with emotional depth and narrative power. His sets are more than just danceable – they’re journeys. Guided by melancholy, groove, and a relentless drive, his sound balances the hypnotic with the heartfelt, the driving with the delicate.

Rooted in the idea of music as therapy, Lonneberger builds sonic landscapes that speak to those who feel music deeply – emotionally and physically. His style connects introspective atmospheres with forward-pushing energy, always with a strong sense of flow and intention. No drops for the sake of hype – but crescendos that feel earned.

find me here:
www.instagram.com/lonneberger030

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