You talk loud
All that, nowhere to go
Typing storms
While I’m out there living dreams

Every time you try to drag me down
I rise up, wear that crown

Don’t like me? Take a seat
Watch me win, repeat
You can talk, I’ll do
That’s the difference between me and you
Don’t like me? Take a seat
I’ve got fire, you’ve got tweets
Keep your shade, I’ll keep my heat
Don’t like me? Take a seat

You chase clout
I turn scars to diamond lines
While you’re busy
I’m out here breaking laws

Every whisper fuels my flame
Every hater knows my name

Don’t like me? Take a seat
Watch me win, repeat
You can talk, I’ll do
That’s the difference between me and you
Don’t like me? Take a seat
I’ve got fire, you’ve got tweets
Keep your shade, I’ll keep my heat
Don’t like me? Take a seat

You can boo from the back row
I still run my own show
Say what you want, it’s fine
You’re the break, I’m the line

Don’t like me? Take a seat
Watch me win, repeat
You can talk, I’ll do
That’s the difference between me and you
Don’t like me? Take a seat
I’ve got fire, you’ve got tweets
Keep your shade, I’ll keep my heat
Don’t like me? Take a seat

Don’t like me? Take a seat

A hypnotic techno groove built entirely from Indian folk instruments — live-played, resampled, and sequenced to minimal perfection. Every drop flexes spatial FX, organic loops, and club-ready structure, blending tradition with surgical digital craft.

Indian Acoustic Techno (Hyper Classical reload)

A hypnotic minimal techno piece made entirely from traditional British instruments — recorded, processed, and sequenced into club-ready grooves.
Each drop flexes acoustic texture, spatial depth, and tight rhythmic edits for both DJ sets and algorithmic firepower.

British Acoustic Techno (Hyper Classical reload)

A hypnotic Congo-rooted minimal techno track built exclusively from live acoustic and folk instruments—transformed through looping, filtering, and intricate sequencing. Earthy drums, bowed likembe bass, and seed rattles pulse in 3D stereo space, sculpted with deep delays, panoramic FX, and razor-sharp automation. Designed for both dancefloor flow and algorithmic impact.

Congolese Acoustic Techno (Hyper Classical reload)

Swipe the screen, hearts float light
Perfect smiles in the filtered night
“Thanks for your support”, flashed in the feed
Gratitude styled for the viral need

I post the dinner photo, captioned “blessed”
But inside the kitchen my heart’s in unrest
Likes pour down like fake applause
While real thanks hide behind the laws
We celebrate the moment, skip the cost
Gratitude packaged, authenticity lost
“Thanks for the love”, I say to the stream
But the mirror’s silent when nobody screams
We tag the brand, we tag the vibe
We thank our crew while we barely survive
In the hall of comments the praise is cheap
But the nights of solitude still run deep

Like in place of love, screen in place of touch
Thank you for the mind-share, but I need so much
Feed full of thanks in a world so grand
But sincerity’s missing on the command

Stories vanish after 24 hours
But the need to be seen devours the power
Filters shine bright, reality dull
We serve the image while the hunger’s full
We thank our followers like they’re family
But the chair beside us stays catastrophically empty
We double-tap the moment, triple-tap the trend
But at the table of truth we don’t comprehend
We whisper “grateful” to the lens in the frame
While the ghost of our longing calls out our name
The feast is virtual, the hunger is real
In the feed of thanks what do we feel?

Like in place of love, screen in place of touch
Thank you for the mind-share, but I need so much
Feed full of thanks in a world so grand
But sincerity’s missing on the command

Notifications ping in the hollow space
Appreciation shallow in the digital race
We craft the smile, rehearse the pose
Thank you for the view, now watch me close
Compliments stack like a pile of debt
We owe the algorithm more than we get
We film the toast, we freeze the gaze
But when we lower the camera the hunger stays
“Thanks for the views” says the post above
But underneath the table, we still lack love
So we drink the applause, swallow the fake
And thank the feed for the audience we take

Like in place of love, screen in place of touch
Thank you for the mind-share, but I need so much
Feed full of thanks in a world so grand
But sincerity’s missing on the command

Likes fade away, shadows grow tall
Gratitude printed in the virtual hall
I’ll thank the feed, I’ll thank the show
But in the silence I’ll thank myself too

Social Feed of Thanks

Why do you drift through those chrome-lit nights pretending you won’t fade out?
Hey beauty
Why do you smile for the flash when you’re freezing behind that shine?
Hey beauty
Why do you chase moving ghosts in reflections you never claim?
Hey beauty
Why do you wait for a call that won’t carry your name?
Hey beauty
Hey beauty
Hey beauty

Cold skylights trace your fall again  
Restless roads pull you far from home  

Why do you stand in the mirror like a stranger you barely know?
Hey beauty
Why do you pose in the glow when the weight keeps cutting low?
Hey beauty
Why do you shape every breath to look flawless from far away?
Hey beauty
Why do you hope someone sees the ache you can’t display?
Hey beauty
Hey beauty
Hey beauty

Cold skylights trace your fall again  
Restless roads pull you far from home  

Hey beauty  
Hey beauty  

Cold skylights trace your fall again  
Restless roads pull you far from home  

Hey beauty  
Hey beauty  

Cold skylights trace your fall again  
Restless roads pull you far from home  

Hey beauty  
Hey beauty  
Hey beauty  
Hey beauty  

Foreign tokens stacked in your pocket  
Blank appointments marked on old planners  
Silent seats sliding past your station  
Lost numbers drifting through your handset  

Hey beauty  
Hey beauty  

Cold skylights trace your fall again  
Restless roads pull you far from home  

Hey beauty

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.

New tracks tagged #Stereo Imaging FX