Scars Still Prove is a mid-tempo soul ballad that lingers in the fragile space between endings and beginnings. Built on a steady, swaying groove, the track carries a bittersweet weight—melancholic but never collapsing under it. The female vocalist sings with a raw honesty, her tone husky and textured, heavy with memory in the verses and opening into bittersweet strength in the chorus. The song’s heart is its vulnerability: the fear that every step toward love might lead back to hurt. The production is analog-warm, with subtle layers that wrap around her voice like smoke, intimate but unpolished enough to feel lived-in. Lyrically, it balances confession with resilience, suggesting that the marks of the past don’t just wound—they testify to survival. Scars Still Prove is soul at its most human, refusing to hide the ache while daring to imagine a future past it

Scars Still Prove

Cosmic Love Flow is a soulful ballad that feels both infinite and deeply personal, a song that hovers somewhere between starlight and skin. The track drifts with an unhurried rhythm, its textures warm and analog-rich, glowing like a night sky alive with color. The female vocalist carries the weight of the song with a hushed, magnetic presence—her voice low and close in the verses, then widening in the chorus as if to echo across the heavens. The lyrics lean into the sensation of love as an orbit: gravitational, consuming, impossible to resist. Rather than aiming for spectacle, the performance feels like surrender, letting go into the pull of connection. Production layers stretch sounds into atmospheric trails, creating a sense of distance and nearness at once. It’s hypnotic, sensual, and timeless—the sound of soul music looking up and finding its reflection in the cosmos.

Cosmic Love Flow

Burned by the Fire is a slow, aching soul blues track about the hesitation that lingers after heartbreak. The groove is restrained and smoky, moving with the weight of memory rather than urgency. The female vocalist sings low and husky in the verses, carrying the sting of past wounds with a conversational intimacy—like she’s confiding rather than performing. In the chorus her voice opens wider, edged with grit, carrying the sense of someone who still feels the burn but refuses to be consumed by it. The production is analog-warm, glowing with tape-saturated textures that give the track a lived-in quality. The mood is reflective, hovering between melancholy and resilience: a portrait of someone who wants to believe in love again but can’t shake the scars. It’s soul at its most vulnerable, where the ache of survival lingers just beneath every note.

Burned By the Fire

Soul Whisper is the quietest moment on the album, a song that feels like a secret shared in confidence. The arrangement is sparse and tender, leaving room for the vocal to breathe. The female vocalist sings with a husky, close-mic intimacy, her delivery fragile at first, as though afraid the words might break in the air. Each phrase is soft but deliberate, carrying the weight of unspoken longing. As the song moves forward, her voice steadies, finding quiet strength in the space between notes. The production is warm and analog, textured with the natural imperfections of a live performance—breath, silence, the sense of someone present in the room. It’s soul stripped to its barest essence, more confession than performance, capturing the fragile balance between vulnerability and resilience. Soul Whisper lingers long after it ends, a reminder that sometimes the softest voice carries the deepest truth.

Soul Whisper

Late-Night Confession sets the tone for the record with intimacy and ache, the sound of a truth whispered in the dark when no one else is listening. The track unfolds slow and deliberate, its rhythm steady but heavy with weight, evoking the silence of an empty room at 2 a.m. The female vocalist delivers her performance in a husky, vulnerable tone that cracks just enough to reveal the fracture beneath. In the verses she leans close, almost murmuring, then lets the emotion expand in the chorus, as though the words she’s holding back can’t help but spill over. The production is warm and analog-textured, leaving in tiny imperfections—breath between lines, the sense of space in the room—that deepen its raw honesty. It’s a song about entrapment and longing, about wanting freedom but being pulled back by the ghost of a love too heavy to let go. With its restrained power and haunting atmosphere, Late-Night Confession feels like the record’s first heartbeat.

Late-Night Confession

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“TENEBRIA” moves like a pulse hidden beneath the surface, a slow fusion of lo-fi texture, cinematic ambience, and soulful undertones.
At around 71 BPM in D minor, it drifts through deep reverb spaces, where gentle percussive echoes breathe between layers of soft synths. With a wide 33 dB dynamic range and balanced stereo field, each detail dissolves into darkness without ever losing warmth. The –17 LUFS loudness preserves intimacy, letting the silence between notes speak as much as the sound itself.

Perfect for late-night focus, introspective moments, or soundtracking solitude, “TENEBRIA” embodies serenity within shadow. Jazz-tinged chords ripple quietly, ambient textures shimmer at the edges, and a subtle experimental hue gives it depth, not just a song, but a whisper of stillness waiting to be heard.


Genre / Style Primary: Lo-Fi Chill / Ambient
Genre / Style Secondary: Cinematic Ambient / Jazz Influence

Technical Details: 
BPM:~71 / Key / Tonality: D minor / Loudness (LUFS): –17.2 /  Peak Level: –3.9 dBFS /  Crest Factor: 13.8 dB /  Dynamic Range: 33 dB / Stereo Image:	Balanced - Wide /  Spectral Centroid: ~1250 Hz

Fusion Breakdown (%):	40 Lo-Fi Chill / 30 Cinematic Ambient / 15 Neo-Soul / 10 Jazz / 5 Experimental

TENEBRIA

Mmm… yeah
People talkin’, but no one’s really sayin’ a thing
Just noise on the wind, baby
It’s time we start listenin’

I walk these streets of neon sound
Where every voice is battleground
Words fly high, but hearts stay closed
Love gets lost in what we post
Somewhere silence waits in line
Beggin’ for a little time
If we breathe before replyin’
Maybe truth would stop dyin’

Listen, child, just listen
To the sound beneath your name
Listen, brother, listen
Every heartbeat sounds the same
Listen, mother, listen
To the rain upon the glass
Listen, lover, listen
Before the moment’s passed

Radio talk and silver shows
Sellin’ stories no one knows
Preachin’ fire, forgettin’ grace
Lyin’ straight to someone’s face
Every crowd wants to be heard
But no one stops to weigh a word
All this thunder in our heads
While the quiet truth lies dead

Listen, child, just listen
To the sound beneath your name
Listen, brother, listen
Every heartbeat sounds the same
Listen, sister, listen
Let your mercy be your guide
Listen, lover, listen
There’s a song you hide inside

The river doesn’t shout, it flows
Wisdom don’t scream, it grows
If you stand still long enough
The smallest word can be love

So I turn down every light
Let the dark teach me the night
Close my eyes to finally see
What this world keeps sayin’ to me
In the hush I find a chord
From the earth to the Lord
All we’ve lost can be regained
If we learn to hear again

Listen, child, just listen
To the sound beneath your name
Listen, brother, listen
Every heartbeat sounds the same
Listen, sister, listen
Let your mercy be your guide
Listen, lover, listen
There’s a song you hide inside
Listen, people, listen
Every soul’s a harmony
Listen, people, listen
That’s the truth that sets us free

Listen (Retro 70s Soul reload)

A late-night confessional that balances grit and tenderness piano-led neo-soul with hip-hop pulse, smoky electric guitar, warm acoustic flourishes, and a round electric-bass pocket. The verses crawl through neon-lit wreckage; the hook cuts through: nothing holds up against the chaos but I need you. Mellow and smooth on the surface, cracked and honest underneath.

But I need You

3:47 drifts through the restless pulse of a city that never really sleeps — caught between burnout and longing, noise and nostalgia. It’s a reflection on feeling trapped in the chaos yet drawn to it at the same time — the beauty and the exhaustion of Berlin in the small hours. The track moves with a confident groove and a warm neo-soul touch, channeling both frustration and freedom into a smooth, late-night escape.

3:47 schwebt durch den ruhelosen Puls einer Stadt, die nie wirklich schläft – gefangen zwischen Erschöpfung und Sehnsucht, Lärm und Nostalgie. Es geht darum, sich im Chaos verloren und gleichzeitig davon angezogen zu fühlen – die Schönheit und Erschöpfung Berlins in den frühen Morgenstunden. Der Song groovt mit selbstbewusstem Neo-Soul-Vibe und warmem Funk-Feeling – ein Sound zwischen Frust und Freiheit, wie ein nächtlicher Atemzug frischer Luft.

3:47

Ich rauch den letzten Rest vom Tag
Zwei Züge Leben, dann Feierabend
Der Himmel kippt auf Standby
Wie dem auch sei 
Wie dem auch sei

Keine Richtung, kein Drive
Urlaubsreif 
Fernweh
Hinter jeder Ecke wartet ein Lied
Abschied
Die Zeichen stehen auf Abschied

Alles flackert, nix brennt
Hab sie so satt
Meine Stadt

Zuviel Stadt im Blut
Zuviel Wut
Weg hier
An die frische Luft
Berlin...
Machst mich fertig
Nervig
Allgegenwärtig
Zuviel Stadt

Zwei Typen kloppen sich um nix
Die Luft riecht nach Wodka und Vergeblichkeit
Nach Einsamkeit
Ein Mädchen sucht nach Feuer
Und nach Abenteuer
Abenteuer

Plakate lösen sich von den Wänden wie alte Versprechen
Der Wind trägt Geschichten, die keiner mehr hören will
Und sie klingen alle gleich

Zuviel Stadt im Blut
Zuviel Wut
Weg hier
An die frische Luft
Berlin...
Machst mich fertig
Nervig
Allgegenwärtig
Zuviel Stadt

Ich tret die Kippe aus, aber die Nacht bleibt an
Weil sie nicht anders kann
Meine Stadt
Berlin...
Ich muss hier raus!

Zuviel Stadt im Blut
Zuviel Wut
Berlin...
Berlin
Machst mich fertig
Bist hässlich
Und ehrlich
Wie ich
Zu sehr wie ich


3:47

Drift into the cosmic pulse of “Comet,” a deep house journey through admiration, distance, and and longing.

Every beat glows with warmth — a fusion of analog depth and digital dream — echoing the moment you look up and realize that light only exists because of the dark.

Featuring tube-saturated kicks, crushed transient hits, and airy pads that shimmer through reverb-drenched space, “Comet” captures the feeling of connection just as it slips away.
Its hypnotic rhythm, emotional synth layering, and baritone vocals glide across a horizon where night meets dawn — a sonic reflection of longing, motion, and light’s final breath before silence.

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Comet

“Key in the Door” captures the quiet gravity of returning to a place — and a person — that still holds space for you, even after time has passed and words have run dry. It’s a portrait of emotional survival, told through the weight of everyday gestures: a note on the table, a fridge hum, the familiar turn of a key. There’s no grand revelation, only the powerful stillness of being accepted, broken parts and all. A song about love that endures not by shouting but by staying.

„Key in the Door“ fängt die stille Kraft eines Moments ein, in dem man zurückkehrt – zu einem Ort und zu einem Menschen, der einen noch immer willkommen heißt, auch wenn die Zeit vergangen ist und keine Worte mehr nötig sind. Es ist ein Bild emotionalen Überlebens, erzählt durch alltägliche Details: ein Zettel auf dem Tisch, das Summen des Kühlschranks, das vertraute Drehen eines Schlüssels. Keine großen Gesten, nur die stille Gewissheit, angenommen zu werden – mit allen Brüchen. Ein Song über eine Liebe, die nicht laut sein muss, um stark zu sein.

Key in the Door

Long day, no need to say it out loud
The coat on the hook, the quiet is proud
Shoes by the wall, the floor still warm
This kind of peace don’t make a storm

The fridge hums low, there’s bread and some wine
Your note on the table just says: “Take your time.”
No gold, no grand parade
Just the way your world is made

And the key in the door
Feels heavier now
Like it knows what I came here for
When I forgot somehow
No speech, no score
Just this little vow
The key in the door
Still fits me now

You don’t ask where I’ve been, not tonight
You just move over and switch off the light
The air between us tells it plain
You’re still here—and I remain

And the key in the door
Feels true and worn
Like an old song
That outlived the scorn
No war to win
No need to know how
The key in the door
Still fits me now

Yeah, the key in the door
Still fits me now


Key in the Door

Thank you for your continued support! More music coming soon, much love!

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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Neon Soul Society (NSS)

Neon Soul Society (NSS) emerged in 2025 out of a necessary rebirth. After an ownership split, what was once MP4W has been reimagined and relaunched under the new vision of Javan Clark in Bellingham, Washington.

NSS is a record label rooted in the convergence of soul, hip hop, and electronic music. We believe music can be both emotive and electrifying—voices that heal and beats that move. Our mission: to spotlight artists who defy genre boundaries, combining raw vocals with lush production, rhythmic grit, and sonic innovation.

Though NSS has yet to host live events, our ambition lies in crafting immersive release experiences—visual stories, limited editions, and strong branding that embeds itself in listener memory. Every track is treated as part of a larger world—not just a song, but a signal into the Neon Soul cosmos.

Our tagline: Where Soul Becomes Electric.

"Welcome to my diverse music hub! I’m thrilled to share my creations with you. Here you’ll find a blend of Lo-Fi, chill, cinematic, and ambient sounds crafted for your moments of focus, relaxation, and inspiration.
Your support means the world. Listen, like, comment, and share to help the music reach more ears. Let’s explore this sonic journey together!
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Black Phunk is a groove architect with smoked-glass vocals, midnight bass, and future-funk swagger. They blend soul, hip-hop, and cosmic jazz into dance-floor sermons built for neon nights.

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