Darling, darling…
Chills alone, hoping for some signals.
All shaky, skipping over queries.
Warm skin, mind softly buzzing.
Ain’t it clear what those thoughts are drifting?

Do you think I’m horny, if it sparks your fire?
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Do you sense my hunger, simply draw me nearer.
Go on, lover, make it clear — make it clear, cutie.

Seeming bashful, hunting for a cue now.
Go on, sweet one, let’s melt into the twilight.
Just pause for a beat before diving deeper.
Hand me a buck so I can buzz my buddy.
They snag a lift to a sleek urban haven,
And at length reveal exactly what the vibe craves.

Do you think I’m horny, if it sparks your fire?
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Do you sense my hunger, simply draw me nearer.
Go on, lover, make it clear.

Veins throb like thunder —
’Cause finally there’s this wild connection.
Ease up, cutie, now it’s just us here… yeah.

They rise with the sun ’cause the world is stirring.
Two brand-new souls, but that’s not the focus.
Outside it’s brisk, hazy and drizzling.
They share the moment — no one’s even fussing.
“Drat, I’m low on juice and pastries.”
“Forget it, darling — we can stream the sunrise flick.”

Do you think I’m horny, if it sparks your fire?
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Do you sense my hunger, simply draw me nearer.
Go on, lover, make it clear.
Guitar riff — make it clear.
Darling.
Stronger.
Push it.
That’s the highlight.
Ponder if it’s right.

Do you think I’m horny (Disco Rock reload)

Neon flesh, wired to pulse
Static kiss between your lips

Hollow drum in your silhouette
You speak in chrome, I sweat regret
Your voice a razor in the haze
Cuts the night into half forgotten days

We’re fembots, glitching on desire
Speakers bleed our fire

Electric skin, I taste the surge
Between flesh and circuit merge
No escape — you pull me in
In your neon, I begin

Raw circuits, naked code
I dissolve where you implode
Mirror noise, mirror touch
We decay, we clutch

Neon flesh, wired to pulse
Between flesh and circuit merge

We’re fembots (Electro Clash reload)

Neon flickers in the midnight drift,
Two languages talking, hearts start to lift.

Domo arigato, excuse my Japanese,
Tokyo breeze on my skin, you move with ease.
Slide me the keys, soft light across your eyes,
I talk slow when the skyline just denies.
Cherry lips in Shinjuku, snowflakes that won’t fall,
Your kanji scribbles fade but I still recall.
From ramen mornings to the Balenciaga line,
Our hearts collide in a bilingual design.

Lost in your Japanese, I’m tangled in your kanji,
Mixing my heart with a little wasabi.
Neon on skin, you’re your own tsunami,
Take me high, high oh kami, kami.
Lost in your Japanese, your body’s my logic gone.

Origami hearts folded in the urban gold,
Paper crane dancing while the night unfolds.
Sayonara texts I’ll never send, memories on hold,
You call me mon amour and the cold turns bold.
Gloss on glass, you sip my minimalist vibe,
No subtitles when our shadows collide.
From Tokyo to Paris, our love’s exotic and true,
Japanese whispers, I’m caught in you.

Lost in your Japanese, I’m tangled in your kanji,
Mixing my heart with a little wasabi.
Neon on skin, you’re your own tsunami,
Take me high, high oh kami, kami.
Lost in your Japanese, your body’s my logic gone.

Watashi no kokoro don’t sleep until I hear you say,
Stay here in this moment, where our worlds replay.
Two cities melt together, bilingual in the rain,
In your Japanese dream I’m remade again.

Lost in your Japanese, I’m tangled in your kanji,
Mixing my heart with a little wasabi.
Neon on skin, you’re your own tsunami,
Take me high, high oh kami, kami.
Lost in your Japanese, your body’s my logic gone.

Just one whisper in Tokyo dusk,
And I’m forever in your Japanese trust.

Tangled in your kanji (Indie Rock reload)

Ooh
I cut space wide
Ooh
I break your dark
Ooh
I run so fast

Ooh
I flood the void


Ooh
I tear the night
Ooh
I stream pure light
Ooh
I break your dark


Ooh
I flood the void


Ooh
I flood the void

I flood the void

We can fly around the Christmas tree
We can fly in space
Feel the love of the galaxy

Oh
I feel euphoric
Christmas euphoria
Oh
I feel euphoric
Christmas euphoria

We can fly around the Christmas tree
We can fly in space
Feel the love of the galaxy

Oh
I feel euphoric
Christmas euphoria
Oh
I feel euphoric
Christmas euphoria

We can fly around the Christmas tree
We can fly in space
Feel the love of the galaxy

Oh
I feel euphoric
Christmas euphoria
Oh
I feel euphoric
Christmas euphoria

Christmas euphoria

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.

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