I booked a dream with ocean view,
A tiny moose said “Who are you?”
The beach was made of frozen fries,
The lifeguard waved with haunted eyes.

Smoothie bar was out of fruit,
They served me snow in bathing suit.
My sunscreen turned to mayonnaise,
Then rained confetti for three days.

And I said "wow," and I said "wait,"
A squirrel DJ spun my fate.
I tried to leave — the taxi flew,
Now I’m stuck in maple glue.

🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too sick,
I’m too sick for New Brunswick.
Bought a dream — it came with tricks,
Danced all night with moody ticks.
🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too slick,
Missed my flight, but learned to lick
Rain from leaves and chocolate bricks —
I’m a mess with tropic kicks.

Spa appointment in the woods,
Mud and crystals, smelled like moods.
I fell in love with a foggy guy,
His only word was “blueberry pie.”

Locals winked in Morse code blinks,
My shampoo said: “It’s you who stinks.”
The map dissolved, the road said “No,”
Now I surf on melted snow.

The postcard showed a tiki bar,
In real life — it’s a radar car.
The cocktails laughed, the moose came back,
Gave me sunburn and a snack.

🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too sick,
I’m too sick for New Brunswick.
My flip-flops spoke in politics,
The sky just played old synthy licks.
🎵 I’m too weird, I’m too quick,
Fell in love with a candlestick.
Now I write surrealistic scripts
On banana leaves with lipstick tips.

“Bonjour, madame — your aura’s jammed.”
“Too much vibe,” said a hologram.
My selfie winked and said goodbye…
I think I glitched in apple pie.

🎵 I’m too sick, I’m too sick,
I’m too sick for New Brunswick.
Let me float where flamingos pick
The chords that heal this tropic trip…
🎵 I’m too sick, and that’s my trick —
Can’t resist the maple kick.
If you see me on that cliff —
Just toss me one last cola sip.

Too Sick for New Brunswick

Saw your eyes across the glow,
Whispers danced in stereo.
One small word, and time stood still —
I said “hi,” and lost my will.

Thought it was just heat and skin,
But you were fire that burns within.
Not just the night, not just the touch —
Something rare, something too much.

🎵 If you ever fall again — let it be with a friend,
Someone who stays when the rhythm ends.
If you ever dive that deep — baby, make it true,
Let her heart beat the same way as you.
🎵 If you ever fall in love again — oh baby,
Don’t just chase the spark — feel the flame, maybe...

Told you I’d be the one you trust,
Through the echoes, dust to dust.
No lies, no leave, no ghost to fade —
Just you and me, and what we made.

I don’t know if I’m enough,
But I hold you soft, I hold you tough.
Every second that we share —
Is a silent fire hanging in the air.

🎵 If you ever fall again — let it burn from the soul,
Not just a game, not just a role.
If you ever fall that far — baby, let it show,
Make sure her love moves just like yours flows.
🎵 If you ever fall in love again — now baby,
Let it rise like dawn, not just maybe…

If You Ever Fall Again

„100% Geschmack. 0% Realität.“
Klick.
Sommer… schmeckt nach Plastik.

Ich lieg im Pool aus Limonade,
Selfie-Sonne, Fake-Fassade.
Glänze wie ne Werbewelt,
doch innen drin: bisschen zerschellt.

Strohhalmherz in meinem Drink,
Denk an dich – und kurz ich blink.
Du warst Cola, ich war Eis –
jetzt ist’s warm und keiner weiß.

🎵 Zucker, Baby – süß und leer,
Sag mir was, doch bitte nicht mehr.
Ich kauf das Glück im Sonderpreis,
doch krieg nur Blasen, nichts mit Eis.
🎵 Zucker, Baby – schmilz in mir,
Doch sei kein Werbeslogan-Tier.
Lieb mich echt, nicht auf Papier –
Oder geh und chill mit Bier.

Hab dein Herz im Snackregal
Zwischen Chips und „Love is real“.
Scan dich ein mit Barcode-Blick,
Doch die Kasse sagt: „Zurück!“

Palmblätter flüstern dein Profil,
Doch alles ist nur Werbespiel…
Ich will mehr als Zuckertraum –
Will barfuß sein in echtem Raum.

🎵 Zucker, Baby – süß und leer,
Sag mir was, doch bitte nicht mehr.
Ich war dein Spot, du mein Klischee –
Doch jetzt sag ich: „Ciao, adé!“
🎵 Zucker, Baby – schmelz in mir,
Aber keine Fake-Reklamier’.
Sommer kommt, ich bleib echt –
Mit Schweiß und Sand im rechten Licht.

„Zucker, Baby – der Geschmack der Desillusion.“

Zucker, Baby

Corner U Divadla...
Legerova street...
Walking... beat...
And then...

Walking fast,
corner light.
Praha heat,
Saturday night.

Main station near,
but I freeze —
a shadow cuts
through tramway breeze.

I look up.
It’s not a plane.
Silver pulse
in disco flame.

Closer now —
it blocks the sun.
I don’t run.
I just go numb.

Boh Boh Bohemia —
Spaceship Invasion Mania!
Pointing down at little me,
like some cosmic guarantee.

Boh Boh Bohemia —
Alien with euphoria.
One green head, one long arm,
Promised peace? Or just a charm?

No one near,
no one behind.
No cars,
no sound,
just...
light and time.

It points at me —
makes a sound.
I think it smiles,
then leaves the ground.

Gone.
Nothing left.
But still it feels
I was… addressed.

Was it a warning?
Or a gift?
A galactic joke?
A dimension shift?

What did it promise?
I’ll never know.
But promises float
where the UFOs go.

Boh Boh Bohemia —
Spaceship Invasion Mania!
Take the tram or take the stars,
Either way — you’re where you are.

Boh Boh Bohemia —
Heard a promise from above.
Green things smile, say weird stuff,
Disappear before it’s enough.

Promises... don’t count.
Aliens... don’t wait.
Language... just sound.
Trust? Too late.

Boh Boh Bohemia...
Filter me home...

Spaceship Invasion Mania

"V.S.O.P" by Remydmc is a moody, melodic journey through love, lust, and the in-between.
Each track blends smooth production with sharp lyricism, flipping between vulnerability and confidence, late-night thoughts and outer-space dreams. From cinematic transitions to hypnotic hooks, this project doesn’t just tell a story—it lets you feel it.

This tape is for anyone who’s ever been obsessed, let go too late, or touched something real and couldn’t explain it. With atmospheric beats, raw cadences, and themes that orbit between intimacy and isolation, V.S.O.P stands for more than just "Very Special One Person"—it’s a sound, a mood, a vibe you live in.

UNIVERSE

V.S.O.P

THANOS

CLOCKIN

Friends

04.26

“Until we—” 
“See us again!” 
I’ll rehearse my love in the mirror — again.
You’ll laugh too loud at one of my jokes,
Then hug me like a nun in a trenchcoat cloak.
Maybe next time one of us speaks…
Or maybe we’ll blush and avoid for weeks.
“Until we—” 
“See us again!” 
I’ll keep loving you like a very close… friend.

We split the bill like we split the truth,
Flirt like spies in a kissing booth.
You call me “pal” with your head askew,
I choke on words and pretend it's dew.

You touched my knee — or was that fate?
You laughed — I panicked, said “Great plate.”
Every look's a near confession,
Wrapped in fries and soft repression.

“Until we—” 
“See us again!” 
Maybe your hand will hold mine then.
Or maybe I’ll joke and spill my drink,
Then sink like love on a kitchen sink.
If not — same dance, same old refrain,
You in your hoodie, me on champagne.
“Until we—” 
“See us again!” 
I’ll love you quietly like it’s not insane.

We do that “accidental stare” routine,
Then talk about cheese or a Netflix scene.
Your playlist screams "I want more than tea,"
But you say “we’re chill” and giggle at me.

I bring you flowers “as a joke,”
You frame them up — no one spoke.
Friends who text with heart emojis,
Like passion’s just... one of our hobbies.

“Until we—” 
“See us again!” 
I’ll iron my soul and spray some Zen.
You’ll smile like love’s not in disguise,
And I’ll nod like I’m not hypnotized.
Maybe next time, lips will move...
Or maybe we’ll just “vibe” and groove.
“Until we—” 
“See us again!” 
I'll miss your almost-love… amen.

"You said ‘besties forever’...
I said ‘totally’...
Then cried into my disco fries."

Until We See Us Again

A conversation between cultures, synthesisers and percussion.
Deep Aztec, Ralf Mag and The Gosha come together on this track to explore a shared language: groove.

Hanana is more than electronic music; it’s an ancestral pulse filtered through modern machines. It’s movement, trance, and rhythmic memory.
The track was born from a desire to honour the roots while stepping boldly into the future. Every element  from the deep basslines to the subtle vocal textures has been crafted to evoke motion, reflection and connection.

Afro House / The Gosha, Ralf Mag, Deep Aztec - Hanana (Radio Edit)

🌅✨ Sunset Gathering Radio Show 6 June ✨🎶

Get ready for the June edition of Sunset Gathering on 6 June at 19:00 on @syncbeatradio, where the deepest Afro House rhythms and vibrant vibes will take you on an unforgettable musical journey 🌅🔊

This month we welcome the incredible Dane Carter as our special guest, bringing his unique sound and electrifying Afro House beats to elevate your evening and energise the dancefloor 🎧🔥

📅 Date: 6 June
⏰ Time: 19:00 – 20:00
📍 Where: Syncbeat Radio

Prepare yourself for a set filled with powerful grooves, percussive energy and uplifting melodies that will keep you moving all night long 🌞🎵 Big thanks to @lm.pr.agency for their continued support!

Radio Show / Sunset Gathering by ‪Dane Carter / Syncbeat

Met him mid-swim at the coral café,
He said, “You glimmer weird in a salty way.”
He flipped his fin — not bad, not great,
But I was bored, and it was a Thursday date.

His blowhole popped like cheap champagne,
Tried to flirt with seaweed on his brain.
I said: “You talk big, but do you shine?”
He said: “I'll pay for dinner if you say you're mine.”

So we swam down slow where the fish don’t judge,
Shared some shrimp and a mango smudge.
He sang in clicks, I faked a swoon —
But hey, we danced under a plastic moon.

🎵 Krill me, baby — bubble date vibe,
Sipping on seafoam, feeling the tide.
Hearts go “pop” in the tropic zone,
Love so fake, it could be a phone.
🎵 Krill me, baby — let the current play,
Say you’re deep, then swim away.
He says I’m “rare,” like a dolphin wink —
I say, “sure… now buy me a drink.” 🧃🐋

We flirted hard with jellyfish beats,
Did a slow spin near the algae streets.
His sonar’s weak, but he tries real loud,
Thought he was smooth — just echo and cloud.

He said: “I dream of baby whales.”
I said: “Cool — but who pays for tails?”
He showed me his plankton savings plan,
I laughed so hard, I kissed a clam.

Now we float in loops like reality shows,
Faking forever where the warm tide flows.
He hums “forever,” I hum “for now” —
We shimmer like ads and never ask how.

🎵 Krill me, baby — bubble date vibe,
Flirting like sushi under strobe light skies.
Tails entwined like headphone cords,
But romance breaks in ocean lords.
🎵 Krill me, baby — fake it slow,
Deep-sea love with a surface glow.
He said: “I’ll wait for the baby tide,”
I said: “Sweet, now pay — or glide.”

He asks, “What if love just sinks?”
I say, “Then we swim in branded drinks.”
We cuddle close in our foam cocoon,
Watching the reef like a neon cartoon.

🎵 Krill me, baby — last round’s near,
You’re cute but not my souvenir.
Big blue heart and no direction,
Love’s just sonar with poor reception.
🎵 Krill me, baby — we had some fun,
But even whales know when to run.
Kiss me once, then fade like spray —
You're ocean-flavored… but not to stay.

Krill Me Baby

PRIDE 2025 - Jean Milla

MINUIT SAUVAGE 001

Laugh it off — life’s a beachy mess,
Flip-flop thoughts in a floral dress.
Melt like ice in a cola glass,
Smirk and sip as the weird days pass.
Hey hey, don’t take it so deep —
Even Saturn loses sleep.
Dance like ads in retro vogue —
It’s all just one big shiny joke.

Woke up late, my toast took flight,
Lipstick smile but dreams too tight.
Coffee’s cold, the world’s on mute,
Still I strut in disco boots.

My dog wore shades, the clouds wore hats,
The moon just laughed — imagine that.
Sunburned hopes? I let them tan,
Then danced it off like only I can.

Laugh it off — we’re fizzy souls,
Spinning wild in candy roles.
Maracas shake the tears away,
Clichés bloom and moods go play.
Why cry now? The show’s not done —
Even clowns get time in the sun.
Life’s a sip, not meant to chug —
Serve it weird and give it a shrug.

Dreams on sale, I bought a few,
Wrapped in tinsel, dipped in glue.
Kissed a frog, he left me seen,
So I danced with a vending machine.

Confetti rain, balloon parade,
Regret in pink lemonade.
Planet spins, we miss the cue —
But who cares? I’ve got this groove.

Laugh it off — with cherry flair,
Cosmic jokes in beachy air.
Smile like ads that sell you lies,
Twist that pain in mango skies.
We’re all just fizz in one big shake,
So dance until the daylights break.
Joke’s on us? That’s fine, you see —
At least we groove ironically. 🦩

Laugh It Off

Soundlovers - Surrender (Speed Up)

likemyself prod blshy x uh

Name’s Remydmc. I make smooth, late-night music that says what most people don’t. It’s personal, it’s honest, and it sounds how it feels — real. If you’re into moody vibes, sharp writing, and tracks that hit a little deeper, you’re in the right place. Tap in."

Gay artist who works for the community, through music we recover the spaces where we feel free! 
From Chile to the world 🌍✨
470.500 plays on soundcloud 
450.679 views on youtube

Desde sus inicios, Jean Milla ha trabajado con la convicción de que la música puede ser un espacio de identidad y pertenencia. A través de su forma de sentir y construir el sonido, ha buscado entregarle a la comunidad queer una propuesta musical con la cual sentirse representada. Con el tiempo, descubrió una profunda afinidad con el circuit, llegando a estudiarlo en detalle hasta convertirse en un experto en el género. Hoy siente un verdadero compromiso en entregar experiencias de buena calidad emotiva musical, la cual se refleja en cada una de sus presentaciones y creaciones.

Durante los últimos tres años, ha trabajado junto a su pareja, DJ Red Roy, en llevar este sonido a la escena nacional chilena. Gracias a ese trabajo, ha surgido un nuevo movimiento enfocado en los hombres gays, donde el creciente número de simpatizantes del género ha permitido el desarrollo de una escena paralela al tribal, abriendo nuevos espacios de entretenimiento y, por qué no decirlo, de libertad e igualdad.

Junto a su novio @redroydj formaron la primera marca de DJ en Chile llamada "The Circuit Mix" (@thecircuitmix), cuyo objetivo es mantener viva la música de circuito dentro de la escena electrónica.

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!

Contact: dietmarhanner@yahoo.com

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Sunset Gathering + Pulse Wave
Send Your Demos to (Soundcloud Private Link): 
info@sunsetgathering.com

We like Tech House, Deep Tech, Afro House, Melodic Techno, Organic House, Downtempo, Progressive House & Indie Dance.

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