Reflections ripple from a distance, blurring the boundary between thought and presence. A fragile consciousness moves between abstract memories and subtle interruptions, where silence carries its own hidden patterns. Sounds emerge like whispers from a mirror turned inward: fluid, luminous, and gently fragmented by time.

Mind Echo Chamber

Slow Geometry

Light of the Unspeakable

Cognitive Bloom

Holding the Air

🏴 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

 lo-fi glamour, mixing bouncy house and ambient chillsynth

Midnight Gloss

Feel the AI‑powered riff storm—Neon Toast is the future of rock. Crank it now!
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[Verse 1]
Neon midnight scars the alley, thirsty souls ignite a spark
Poison water mocks the kettle, bitterness behind the bar
Broken dreams escape the window, riding rails of outlaw dark
You strike a match for courage, take the night without a mark
[Chorus]
Raise a toast, you ragged hero—standing where the brave let go
Shout it loud for every zero fighting on a one-way road
Hey now, last crusader, hearts on fire and eyes aglow
Good morning to the out-of-time, hello—our final hero
[Verse 2]
Swore you’d ride the storm in silence solitude was razor thin
Neon cages steal the quiet, trading hush for ringing din
Load is light but nerves are screaming, joker sunrise cuts your grin
Freedom hums a power chord inside this broom room closet inn
[Chorus]
Raise a toast, you ragged hero—standing where the brave let go
Shout it loud for every zero fighting on a one-way road
Hey now, last crusader, hearts on fire and eyes aglow
Good morning to the out-of-time, hello—our final hero
[Verse 3]
Morning rings like marching orders, buzzing wires inside your head
Calling you to distant stations, painted arrows blue and red
Highway bends to rolling thunder, miles you never meant to tread
Legends bloom in empty rooms when no one knows the words you said
[Chorus]
Raise a toast, you ragged hero—standing where the brave let go
Shout it loud for every zero fighting on a one-way road
Hey now, last crusader, hearts on fire and eyes aglow
Good morning to the out-of-time, hello—our final hero

Neon Toast to the Last Crusader

In the midnight haze
The words you say replace
The distant memory when you said you loved me
What did I do? What did I say?
To chase you far away?
Now my heart's in distress
Cold sheets and an empty chest
The silence shouts out your absence
Our love a distant memory

So tell me sweet (sweet) lies.
Don't say you found a new paradise
Let my love be your disguise 
Let my love be good enough for you
So you won't have to blame yourself 
Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!
Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!

I am at a loss for words when I fantasize
I guess I wasn't good enough
A fire slowly dies
Silence grows louder in the dark of the room
I'm breaking down, going under, my heart's on the floor 
It's getting harder for me to go on.

So tell me sweet (sweet) lies.
Don't say you found a new paradise
Let my love be your disguise 
Let it good enough for you 
Don't have to blame yourself 
Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!
Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!

Let your lies be the antidote 
A soothing poison empty my veins 
To numb the pain
A lie for my wounded soul

Ohh-ohh-ohhhhhhh...

So tell me sweet, sweet lies
Don't say you found a new paradise
Let my love be your disguise 
Let my love be good enough for you
So you don't have to blame yourself 
Ohh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohh!

Cold sheets and an empty chest
The bedroom door 
Shouts out your absence.

Sweet Sweet Lies

Sweet Sweet Lies (lo-fi jazz) Bm 80-90bpm 4:00m

🔥 I Hate It – Nu Disco × French House × Soul Power 🔥
🎧 Tempo: 124 BPM • Mood: Fierce • Groovy • Unapologetic

She’s not heartbroken — she’s furious.
“I Hate It” is a firestorm of rhythm, soul, and revenge served in four-on-the-floor. When love leaves the body but stays in the blood, the only cure is bass, sweat, and melody.

This track blends a vintage French house pulse with soulful vocal hooks, hypnotic humming, and a deep emotional burn. It’s for nights you want to forget — and grooves you’ll play on repeat.

🎙️ Favorite lines:
“Still in my blood — and I hate it.”
“But the groove don’t care — it makes it.”

✨ What to expect:
– Confident female vocals with soul & sass
– Piano stabs, funky filtered chords, deep groove bass
– Background hums (hmm-hmm-hmm…) with looping energy
– A drop that hits like a broken heart in heels

💃🏼 For broken lovers who still slay.
🩸 For rage that moves.
🌀 For the beat that stayed… when he didn’t.

Lyrics:

hmm hmm hmm… oh-oh-oh… la-la-la…
🎙️ He’s still in my blood — and I hate it.

Didn’t ask to feel this fire
Didn’t beg to burn with desire
But he got in, deep and loud
Now I’m dancing mad, not proud

Tried to sweat him from my skin
New groove, new bass, new sin
But every kick, every floor I touch
He’s the beat that bites too much

I move like thunder, shake the night
But he’s still humming in my light
I drop the tempo, change the track
Still feel his rhythm on my back

🎙️ Still in my blood — and I hate it
🎙️ Bassline boom — can’t fake it
🎙️ Still in my blood — and I break it
🎙️ But the groove don’t care — it makes it
(hum-hum-hum… drop!)

I dance for freedom, not for him
But he’s still vibin’ in my limb
Like poison wrapped in velvet beat
He turns my power on repeat

So I turn it up, flip the flame
Make this groove scream out his name
I’m not crying — I combust
On that floor, it’s me or dust

🎙️ Still in my blood — and I hate it
🎙️ Bassline boom — can’t fake it
🎙️ Still in my blood — and I break it
🎙️ But the groove don’t care — it makes it
(drop it… shake it… ohhhh!)

He’s not the one — but he’s still the sound
In my sweat, in the underground
Burn him out? I’ve tried and tried —
But fire just loves to stay alive

🎙️ Still in my blood — and I hate it
🎙️ Bassline boom — can’t fake it
🎙️ Still in my blood — and I slay it
🎙️ Groove takes pain — and elevates it
(hum-hum-hum… drop the beat)

I Hate It

soundclouds an asshole lmfao

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BACKSTREET BOYS - I WANT IT THAT WAY [ALVIN MO RMX]

Lo-light Romance

Friction Pulse (Remix)

Heatwave Dreams

Reset Loop explores a memory trapped in digital decay... a robot reprocessing a lost summer moment on repeat. The song blends warmth and code into something both human and machine.

Reset Loop

Collection of sounds and melodies from my tired mind

JUNE

I love listening to music creators & comment genuinely on tracks, because that's how I think I can grow as a musician, by listening to others. 💬 🚧  I don't follow to agency names or marketers. I follow artists.

I myself am a singer-songwriter & former instrumentalist. I can sing bass-baritone (A2 to G4). 

I have over 50 original tracks waiting for me to vocalize, so I post a lot of drafts & demos. I have hundreds & hundreds of drafts! 👍 I post different versions of the same title song! 

Like & repost if you enjoy what you hear & maybe I'll work on it to be produced next (I am learning to produce, too. 

Let’s keep" true love "  flowing. 💕🎧

YouTube (AROCHOM): https://www.youtube.com/@mannyreymusic

PEACE always 🪘🤟🏻❗

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

Catch them on tour (if their GPS actually works this time), and remember their motto: “Breaking homes one chorus at a time!”

deranged bunch of creatives churning out warped beats and feral vibes. Expect the unexpected—sanity optional.

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!

named after a chipmunk (no way)

CO-OWNER OF @bouncity
1/3 @thisisentropymusic

New tracks tagged #RetroFuture