“Birds sing for love.
So do men.
This city’s alive… with voices.
Every block — a mating song.
Sirens in suits. Falsetto in the rain.
It’s Siren Season.”

Step out — bassline hums my name,
He’s on the curb, singin’ through the flame.
Velvet pants, a cardboard plea,
“Let me woo you — musically.”

Cross the street, jazz heat flies,
Fedora boy scats lullabies.
His hook lands loud in traffic air,
These boys got dreams — and zero fear.

🎶 Sing me sweet,
Move your feet.
Corner heat,
Urban beat. 🎶

🎶 Siren call,
Catch me fast.
Groove or fall,
Love don’t last. 🎶

Subway stairs, echoes ring,
“Yoo-hoo-hoo” like a wedding ring.
Monk with autotune lifts the vibe,
Ave Maria in jungle tribe.

Bakery sparks with a beatbox brawl,
Sax cuts through like a siren call.
One guy croons in Latin verse,
The other offers goat and purse.

🎶 Birdcall tape,
Goat on deck.
Elvis dreams,
Love by check. 🎶

🎶 Sing it low,
Sing it bold,
Bring your soul,
Or love gets cold. 🎶

🎶 Sing me sweet,
Move your feet.
Don’t compete —
Just drop that beat. 🎶

🎶 Woo or go,
High or low,
This city sings,
You steal the show. 🎶

Birds (Dance Version)

🌫️💔 A piano house fever dream set in the fog-soaked streets of Tórshavn.

“Vegan Blues in Tórshavn” blends mellow 90s house chords, and poetry about oat milk and existential tofu.

This is not a joke. This is not a protest.
This is the sound of a vegan soul slowly fermenting in fish-scented air.

🐟 No cod was consumed in the making of this track.
💨 Fog included.
🥄 Best enjoyed while staring into a cold soup, barefoot.

LYRICS:

I stir the pot, the walls are damp,  
My tofu sweats beneath the lamp.  
The choir sings of salted pride,  
But I just nod — and hide inside.

They hang the cod like Sunday flags,  
It flaps beside my shopping bags.  
I clutch my kale with quiet grace,  
And pray the wind avoids my face.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

The windows fog, the pan complains,  
My oat milk curdles in the rain.  
A fish went by in someone’s boot —  
He smiled. I stayed. I chewed my root.

They asked me once,  
“Do you ever miss the taste?”  
I said, “No.”  
But my soup… it looked ashamed.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

I jog past boats with bags of beans,  
The fog rolls in. I lose my means.  
The choir now sings inside my head,  
They harmonize with what I dread.

Í hvørjum vindi er sjógvur og sál,  
eg et ikki fisk, men luktin er mál.  
Eg bjóði baunir og dreymi um frið,  
men sjálvt mítt breyð smakkar sum svið.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

Just fog...  
Just tofu...  
Just... you.

Vegan Blues in Tórshavn

💨 A hypnotic journey through fog, fish, and freedom.

“Faroe House” blends euphoric 90s piano house with ancient Faroese folk spirit — fiddle loops, chain-dance chants, and whispered truths carried on the wind.

Lyrics in Faroese drift like seaweed through pulsing basslines, as a mysterious woman dances between hanging cod and lost hopes.

🐟 This is not just a track. It’s a coastal trance.

🎻 Accordion and fiddle melt into deep grooves.
🗣️ Tradition and club culture merge.
🌫️ And through it all: fog... and freedom.

Tak meg hægri...

Lat tað flóta... lat tað fara...


Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld,

Flyt teg við mær — inn í ljósið.

Set meg frí — eg hoyri tónan,

Eg fari burtur — ongin vegur niður.

Sjógvur rørir...

Hvíta toskin verður hongdur í vindin.

Eg dansi millum net og vón...

Eg lusi alt, men finni einki svar.

Uuuuuuuuh — tað rísur…

Aaaaaaaah — hypnotiserar…

Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld,

Flyt teg við mær — inn í ljósið.

Fiskur her... fiskur har...

Men eg dansi sum eg eri frí.

“Sjógvur gevur og tekur við sær…”

Set meg frí — bert fyri í kvøld...

Bert í kvøld...

Í kvøld…

í kvøld...

Faroe House

🎧 Unbekannter Künstler – This is Finland 🇫🇮🔥
Sauna steam meets swing groove.
A piano house anthem brewed with coffee, kantele, and Joik.

They say the Finnish heart beats in two rhythms: bubbling coffee… and burning wood.
“This is Finland” captures the soulful heat of the sauna, the silence of snow, and the unexpected dancefloor born in between. With hypnotic Joik chants, dub echoes, accordion stabs, and basslines dripping in löyly, this is more than a track — it’s a ritual.

Merging French House, Jazzy Swing, and Nordic folklore, this is the sound of hiljaisuus that moves, steam that grooves, and silence that sings.

☕ No milk. No small talk. Just rhythm.
🎶 Just soul. Just sweat. Just Finland.

LYRICS:

They say the Finnish heart beats
in two rhythms:
one of bubbling coffee…
and one of burning wood.

Here, we drink our courage black,
boil our worries in oak-scented heat,
and whisper our emotions
into clouds of steam.

No small talk.
No milk.
Just sweat, silence,
and a sacred cup that never cools.

Hiljaisuus puhuu,
kahvi kuumaa ja sydän rauhaa —
lauteilla kaikki tasavertaisia.

Steam so sweet — löyly drop!  
Joik and jazz, we never stop.  
Sip it slow, the fire's on —  
This is Finland — groove till dawn.

Breathe it in — feel that fire,
Bassline climbs, takes you higher.
No more words, no more plan —
Sweat it out, be who I am.

Kantele sings while the snow stands still,
Birch trees watching from the silent hill.
Fiddle sighs in a minor key,
Joik in the mist, calling back to me.

Hei-ah, hei-ah, sauna soi —
Löyly laulaa, sydän voi.
(“Hey-ah, hey-ah, the sauna sings — löyly sings, the heart melts.”)

Fast breakbeats crash like frozen rain,
Accordion pumping in filtered refrain.
Electric guitar in delayed trance,
Viulu trembles — the sauna dance.

Steam in my lungs, sweat in my bones,
Joik whispers echo in coffee tones.
Accordion bends like a melting dream,
The sauna hisses, a dubstep scream.

Coffee mug shaking in my hand,
Memories baked in Finnish land.
No words spoken — no need to try,
We talk in steam and silent sky.

Steam so sweet — löyly drop!  
Joik and jazz, we never stop.  
Sip it slow, the fire's on —  
This is Finland — groove till dawn.

Breathe it in — feel that fire,
Bassline climbs, takes you higher.
No more words, no more plan —
Sweat it out, be who I am.

Kantele echoes
Sauna door creaks open
Coffee pouring
Someone whispers: “Kahvitauko…”
Fade into white noise of snow.

This is Finland

Get ready to sweat glitter and spill beer under Lima’s tropical moon.
Lali Lala La Lima (Dance) is a euphoric piano house anthem soaked in Cristal, kissed by zampoñas, and carried on the breeze of a Peruvian romance that started with one glance... and never quite ended.

💃 Golden in glass, blue in the sky — Cristal kissed me, Lima said hi.
This isn’t just a club track. It’s a memory you forgot you had.
Funky 90s piano stabs meet tropical basslines and that hauntingly sweet zampoña, as a mysterious chica guides you through neon nights and hangover mornings.

🌆 One more night. One more sip. One more beat.
Still drunk on her rhythm… even when the music stops.

🏷️ Vibe: Romantic. Euphoric. Heat-drunk and glowing.
Perfect for: Rooftop sets, late-night playlists, and that one moment when you're too in love to care what time it is.

Still dancing deep in your bones? Yeah — same.

LYRICS: 

Lali Lala La Lima (Dance)

Golden in glass — blue in the sky.
Cristal kissed me… Lima said hi.

Lali lala la Lima — feelin’ right,
La cerveza última — burning bright.
We danced through bars, forgot the day,
One last sip — and I drifted away.

Uuuuuuuh — she moves like rhythm…
Aaaaaaaah — I lost my system…

Lali lala — just one more night.

Lali Lala La Lima (Dance)

Also wirklich, was sich da diese sogenannten Reisenden in Lima erlauben, ist ja wohl der Gipfel der Dekadenz! Da wird hemmungslos gesoffen, durch koloniale Gassen getorkelt, als wär’s ein Junggesellenabschied in Wuppertal, und das alles mit diesem pseudopoetischen Anstrich von „Rhythmus“ und „kulturellem Eintauchen“ – ich bitte Sie! „Lali lala la Lima“? Das klingt wie ein Karnevalsschlager auf Ayahuasca! Man fliegt doch nicht zwölf Stunden, um sich dann mit einer Cristal und einer „mysteriösen Chica“ die Birne wegzukegeln! Wo bleibt denn da die Verantwortung? Der Anstand? Die Demut gegenüber einer anderen Kultur? Stattdessen wird alles exotisiert, sexualisiert und weggehopst – und das nennen die dann „authentisch“. Ich nenne das schlicht: neokoloniale Besoffenheitsromantik im Tropenhemd. Pfui Teufel!

Lali Lala La Lima (German Dub)

Ta meg høyere...
La det flyte... slipp det fri...

Slipp meg fri — bare i natt,
Pulsen pumper — alt er satt.
Oljedrømmer — bassen slår,
Fondet vokser — vi går og går...

Uuuuuuuh — gull i grunnen...
Aaaaaaaah — vi ruller millionen...

Slipp meg fri — bare i natt.

Norway House

🎂 Title: “The Cake House Anthem” – A Groove House Celebration

Welcome to the ultimate mood-lifter — a euphoric 90s piano house anthem where the dancefloor is frosted, and the bassline is baked to perfection.

💃✨ This isn’t just music — it’s layered joy, whipped into a hypnotic rhythm.
🎹 Wild piano stabs. 🎛️ Funky basslines. 🍰 Creamy vocal hooks.
A celebration of indulgence, release, and the kind of cake that lifts your entire soul.

From the glittery intro whispers to the anthemic chorus —
you’ll feel the frosting rise and the groove deepen, slice by delicious slice.

For every party that ends with candles,
for every night where dancing is optional but dessert is mandatory.

Set your appetite free. Feel the sugarbound spirit.
Let it melt… let it rise…

Lyrics:

Take me higher…
Let it melt… let it rise…

Give me cake — just for tonight,
Frosted dreams — and whipped delight.
Slice by slice — I feel the sound,
Lift my soul — I’m sugarbound.

Uuuuuuh — feel it rising…
Ooooooh — sweet surprising…

Cherry top, heavy drop, cream on the bassline —
Mood in bloom, frosting boom, taste of the divine.

Give me cake — just for tonight,
No regrets — just candlelight.
Groove me deep — don’t bring me down,
Sugar rush — my royal crown.

The Cake House Anthem

🌀 Genre: Groove House × Piano House × Balkan Soul

💔 A breakup. A bottle. A Balkan groove.

"Rakija for the Heart" is a soulful house anthem for anyone who's ever cried in the kitchen — then turned the music up and danced anyway. Mixing deep piano chords, chopped accordion stabs, and frula melodies that echo like old love letters, this track blends Balkan nostalgia with club-ready energy.

🍷 It’s for sleepless nights and one-sided toasts.
🥄 For half-warm chairs and full glasses.
🎶 For painting over memories — and pressing play again.

Three cures in Serbia:
Sleep. Soup. And rakija.
Guess which one she picked?

🔊 Let the groove heal you.
🎵 Let the frula cry for you.
🔥 Let the Balkan heart beat through every bassline.

Lyrics:

He said goodbye — like it meant nothing
Left behind my soup still bubbling
One spoon, one cup, a half-warm chair
And a scent of him still in the air

Mama said, “It’s not the end”
Then poured me shots and called a friend
She played the frula, just one note
And I danced alone in her old coat

Rakija for the heart — ooh, it burns just right
For sleepless love and long goodnights
For sore throat lies and fresh regrets
And painting walls you both forget 🎶

Rakija for the soul — pour, don't think
Fix a heartbreak in one pink drink
Accordion’s playing, I press restart…
🎵 Frula’s crying — and so’s my heart 🎶

I kissed his photo, cleaned the floor
Hung his shirt behind the door
Took off the ring, then kept the tea
He left — but he didn't take me

“Three cures in Serbia:
Sleep… soup… and rakija.
Guess which one I picked.”

Rakija for the heart — oh, sip it slow
For every “maybe,” every “no”
It stings, it sings, it sets you free
And plays your pain in minor key 🎶

Rakija for the soul — raise your glass
For all the love that couldn’t last
With every frula note I dance apart…
But girl, I still got my Balkan heart 🎶

Rakija for the Heart

🎧 Genre: French House × Electropop
💃 Mood: Groovy • Ironic • Flirty • Bittersweet

✨ Description:
A flirt in mirror shades. A nose too pointy for destiny.
This is the tragicomedy of a heartbreaker outplayed by fate —
where every wink turns into a sigh, and even Casanova has to settle down... eventually.

"Catch me, chase me..." — the refrain echoes like perfume in the air,
while vocoders croon and disco lights bounce off emotional scars.

💔 Expect:
– Funky grooves tangled in emotional chaos
– Cheesecake ambushes and office flirt fiascos
– A bittersweet tale of charm, failure, and unexpected endings
– One final tea break for a retired seducer

🕺 He thought he could outrun affection.
But love had better shoes.

Lyrics: 

He walks like he’s made of mirror glass
Smiles sharp like a neon flash
Always front row, living the dream
Swaggerin' through the local scene

Champagne eyes and cologne lies
But heartbreak follows like hungry flies
And every time he plays the game
It’s not the pretty ones who know his name

Flirtation’s got a funny rule
You think you’re king, you play the fool
Every rose has got a twist
And every miss gets kissed... by fate

Catch me, chase me, I’m the ghost in your prose
Tiny flaw beneath the nose, the legend nobody chose
Run from the eyes that love too strong
But the wrong hearts know where you belong
Catch me, chase me, I’m the joke that you wrote
With a wink and a sigh and a goodbye coat

He dodged perfume in office halls
Cheesecake plots behind storage walls
Slick excuses, same routine
But fate’s a machine in tight blue jeans

Names of children, future plans
Said in kitchens with greasy hands
And no matter how he tries to glide
Someone’s always by his side…

One with glitter and circus dates
One with dreams and salad plates
One with vows and floral charts
One who snuck into his heart...

Ooh la la, ooh la la...
Love ain't fair, but it’s got a plan
Ooh la la, ooh la la...
Even heartbreakers need to land

Catch me, chase me, I’m the ghost in your prose
Tiny flaw beneath the nose, the legend nobody chose
Run from the eyes that love too strong
But the wrong hearts know where you belong
Catch me, chase me, I’m the joke that you wrote
With a wink and a sigh and a goodbye coat

He thought he’d dance forever free…
But even Casanovas need a cup of tea.
She didn’t chase him.
She just waited.
And… that was that.

Casanose-va

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