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A twangy snarl from the secretaries of punk. “More” blends deadpan sass, raucous glam riffs, and a vengeance-fueled stomp. Dolly Parton with The Dead Kennedys' brass knuckles.

A scream into static. “More” is the spark of rebellion, when numbness shatters and the want surges through like voltage.

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Edit of Principle Skinner's Diversions EP Funky Ass Beat on Slapback Records back in 1994. Original deserved a DJ-proof mix. The sound quite accurately represents nowadays club sound. Contact for HQ

Principle Skinner - Funky Ass Beat (Piepotelli's Funky Ass Edit)

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D minor, 104 BPM. Tight palm-muted verses, quarter-note tom lift in the pre, stadium chorus with wide octaves + mid saw-pad, short slapback on the lead; post-chorus chant “I won’t break,” halftime bridge with a 2-beat pause. For Rock Out / Workout / Empowerment.

“Mirrors at Dawn” is Leya’s cinematic alt-pop/ modern rock concept album about breaking cycles and choosing the morning after. Eight songs move from darkness to clarity: stadium hooks, intimate bridges, and anthems for starting over.

Tracklist:
1) Draw the Line (This Side Is Mine) — E minor, 108 BPM — boundary-setting anthem.
2) I Hate You — D minor, 102 BPM — alt-pop bite with a viral hook.
3) I Hate Love (Pull the Plug) — F# minor, 140 BPM — dark synthpop / alt-trap.
4) Mother, After (I Hate My Mother) — B minor, 84 BPM — intimate indie/folk catharsis.
5) I Curse the Day I Trusted You — E minor, 96 BPM — cinematic rock release.
6) Saltwater Baptism (Wash You Out) — A minor, 118 BPM — nocturnal synthwave cleanse.
7) Glass Back (Won’t Break) — D minor, 104 BPM — stadium resilience.
8) I Hate Goodbye (But I Love the Dawn) — G minor, 84 BPM — closing sunrise.

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Mirrors at Dawn

Glass Back (Won’t Break)

"Riktig man" är en högljudd, stökig och kaxig raggarrockhymn som är fulladdad med energi och attityd. Låten sätter omedelbart tonen med ett överstyrt gitarriff, pundande shuffle-trummor och ljudet av motorvrål och burnout. Texten är en humoristisk och frispråkig skildring av den klassiska raggarlivsstilen – snus, bärs, sladdar och total brist på respekt för konventioner, allt levererat med stark prestation och perfekt uttal. Produktionen är ren och balanserad, vilket ger en skarp kant till den annars råa energin. Höjdpunkterna inkluderar ett vilt rockabilly-gitarrsolo med tydligt slapback-eko och de råa backing-sångerna ("Helvete, här kommer kingen!") som skapar en känsla av samhörighet. Låten är en oemotståndligt trallvänlig och aggressiv rockdänga som kulminerar i ett roaring gitarr-slut och ett utskrikit farväl till en natt fylld av däckskrik och supande.

Riktig man

Cold wind howls down the holler tonight,
Smoke from the cabin fades out of sight,
The fire’s near gone and the pantry bare,
Children’s breaths tremble in the frosted air.
I wrap my coat tight though the threads are thin,
Fiddle by the doorway whisperin sin,
Step in the darkness where the frostbites grow,
Three days to walk through a world of snow.

Oh the winter’s claws won’t let us be,
And the hunger sings in a minor key,
But I’ll cross these hills where the cold winds blow,
For a handful of flour through the mountain snow.

Creek’s frozen solid, mule’s too weak to stand,
Bootprints vanish in a drifting land,
My breath turns sharp like a rusted knife,
Each mile a wager against my life.
The ridge cuts deep where the wind runs wild,
Yet I hear the cry of my youngest child,
So I push ahead though the night moves slow,
Three days alone through a blind white glow.

Oh the winter’s claws won’t let us be,
And the hunger sings in a minor key,
But I’ll cross these hills where the cold winds blow,
For a handful of flour through the mountain snow.

And the fiddle tune that my father played,
Rings in my bones like a vow I made,
To keep them warm though the coals burn low,
And carry hope through the killing snow.

Oh the winter’s claws won’t let us be,
And the hunger sings in a minor key,

Third morning breaks with a dying sun,
Legs near failing but the deed ain’t done,
General store door creaks like an old man’s sigh,
Keeper sees my face and don’t ask why.
A sack of flour, thin as mountain shame,
Tied to my back as I breathe her name,
Now I turn for home with the frost below,
Three days back down through the hungry snow.

Oh the winter’s claws won’t let us be,
And the hunger sings in a minor key,
But I’ll cross these hills where the cold winds blow,
For a handful of flour through the mountain snow.

Fiddle hums low by the cabin door,
Fire sparks once… then nothing more.

The winter’s claws

I came down from the holler with a banjo in my hand,
City lights looked through me like I was made of sand,
They said “Boy, that hill-folk sound won’t ever ring true,”
But I pluck those strings to show what I can do.
The skyline mocked my boots, the pavement bruised my pride,
Yet I’ll play this tune till the night turns inside,
My chords will climb where their towers stand tall,
And my heart will echo louder than their steel wall.

I’ll play faster than my demons, faster than they ride,
With every roll of the pick I’ll run them out of sight,
From the mountain to the city I’ll claim my place,
Banjo in the dawn-light, fire in my face.
They can doubt the wood and the mountain air,
But I’ll show my worth with the strings I bear.

They called it simple, called it old-time and small,
But the echo of the hills still answers the call,
In the smoke of their factories I feel the cord snap,
And the hammer-sound of the city hears my clap.
Mandoline rings like a bell in the dark,
Guitar hums the heartbeat of a hidden spark,
Street-neon may flicker, their hands may sneer,
But I’ll banish the hurt with the sound they fear.

I’ll play faster than my demons, faster than they ride,
With every roll of the pick I’ll run them out of sight,
From the mountain to the city I’ll claim my place,
Banjo in the dawn-light, fire in my face.
They can doubt the wood and the mountain air,
But I’ll show my worth with the strings I bear.

When the traffic roars and the night lies wide,
In my cabin of strings I’ll bide, I’ll bide,
They may wear their suits and judge my land,
But I carry mountains in the palm of my hand.

I’ll play faster than my demons, faster than they ride,
With every roll of the pick I’ll run them out of sight,
From the mountain to the city I’ll claim my place,
Banjo in the dawn-light, fire in my face.
They can doubt the wood and the mountain air,
But I’ll show my worth with the strings I bear.


I’ll play faster than my demons

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.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

iDreamz är mitt nya artistnamn. På grund av namnpolicy släpper jag inte längre ny musik som AiMusicDreams. Katalogen med cirka 450 låtar ligger tills vidare kvar under det namnet, men alla nya releaser kommer som iDreamz – här på SoundCloud och på Spotify, TikTok och Instagram.
Jag skriver egna texter på svenska och engelska och gör feel-good-musik med humor, hooks och en glimt av dansband – från sommarbangers till stämningsfulla ballader. Följ iDreamz för nästa kapitel!

Kontakt: aimusicdreams@gmail.com

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The "Merakey Collective" is a group of Swiss producers dedicated to the production of music for breaking battles. The collective was formed during the 2020 Covid lockdown through an exchange between B-Boy Slimspin from Biel and DJ OB One, with the idea of a "Swiss Allstar Breakbeat Compilation". 

Today, the "Merakey Collective" consists of 8 producers and DJs from Switzerland who specialize in the production and release of music for b-boys and b-girls. Since 2020, they have already released seven projects that have reached a total of over 1 million streams on all streaming platforms. Their songs have been featured on the official soundtrack of the prestigious Battle of the Year breakdance event and DJs have used them at battles from Brazil to Japan. 
 
Members
DJ OB ONE (Founder)
DJ CREEM
DJ DASH
DJ CATCH
JON KWIZERA
DJ FOXHOUND
DJ RAZOR CUT
K TO THE JI
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