SHADOWS

Been sitting on this one for a minute.
housey, wavy, little bit flirty.
hit play and let it Pull you in.

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Pull

Zu nah und doch zu weit – ein emotionaler Deep House Track von Fabian Wepunkt.
Für alle, die sich schon mal nah gefühlt haben und trotzdem verloren gingen.

💔 „Wir waren uns so nah – und doch zu weit entfernt.“

#DeepHouse2025 #ZuNahUndDochZuWeit #FabianWepunkt #EmotionalDeepHouse #NewMusic

Zu nah und doch zu weit [Deep House 2025]

Now I Know the Truth

Loneliness Is Killing Me

"Emotion is energy. Sound is transformation." Tensho Oni, #Afro Cyberpunk, Neo-Noir Electronic, Rebirth Music, Blade Runner Energy, Afrofuturism Music, Emotional Bass, Sound Ritual, Future Soul, Japanese Yoruba Fusion. 

Frequencies

Ever met someone who had you hooked from the moment you saw them, but they weren’t yours to have? “I’ve Been Waiting” captures that feeling of longing, desire, and patience while you wait for the right moment to shoot your shot.

This track blends smooth vocals, heartfelt lyrics, and sultry R&B production that hits right in the emotions. It’s for anyone who’s ever waited on love, knowing that when the time finally comes, it’s worth it.

💫 Press play, close your eyes, and vibe out to the sound of wanting and waiting.

Ive Been Waiting

I've Been Waiting #VibeMusic #LateNightVibes #ChillRnb #UnderratedArtist #RnBSoul #WaitingOnLove

„Horizont im Blick“ ist ein emotionaler Deep-House-Track, der das Gefühl von Aufbruch, Weite und innerer Klarheit einfängt.

Für alle, die ihren Weg gehen – mit Blick nach vorn. 🌅
💬 Lass einen Kommentar da, wenn du den Vibe fühlst.

„Wir halten den Horizont im Blick – gehen weiter Schritt für Schritt.“


Horizont im Blick

underground raw dark trap 

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Lyricist: ZILLTRAFER
Composer: ZILLTRAFER
Mix/Master: ZILLTRAFER
Producer: XtraLarge

10.11.2025

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„Aufbruch ins Licht“ ist ein Track für alle, die sich von der Dunkelheit lösen und neue Wege gehen.
Zwischen Melancholie und Hoffnung entsteht ein Deep House Sound, der dich durch die Nacht trägt – und hinaus ins Licht. 🌅

💫 Für alle, die loslassen. Für alle, die weitergehen.

Aufbruch ins Licht

Yo, listen up, world—Xyloquint, that magical alchemist of beats and vibes, just dropped this funky pop single that's like a whirlwind of harmonious wizardry, groovy bass twists, and hook-mastery all smashed together into pure ear-candy gold! Picture this: a track that turns a simple grocery store mishap into an epic tale of instant infatuation, centered around the Gala apple—the sweetest, juiciest bite of fate you'll ever crunch into. It's got those layered vocal acrobatics that soar like a choir of angels on a caffeine high, funky rhythms that make your hips groove without permission, and choruses so catchy they'll loop in your brain like a never-ending dance party. The lyrics? Oh man, they're a whimsical rollercoaster—painting that electric moment when two hands collide over a red apple, sparking a fire of "what ifs" and sheepish grins. It's passionate, playful poetry about that one glance that etches itself in your soul, leaving you wandering aisles forever smitten. If unrequited crushes had a soundtrack, this is it: sweet, sparkly, and totally addictive—grab your headphones and let the Gala magic take over!

Lyrics: Apple Spark seed (Padgett’s Market Fire – Gala seed Edition)

I reached for the apple, ripe red and bold,
Your hand met mine in a story untold—
Fingers entwined in a flash of pure fire,
A spark that ignited my deepest desire.
You smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry,” your voice soft and sweet,
Like honey on fire, a passionate treat—
Eyes dancing with warmth, a welcoming gleam,
Crinkling like stars in a midnight dream.
“No, no—you take it,” I urged with a grin,
But inside I burned where your touch had been—
Gentle and fleeting, yet etched in my soul,
A velvet caress that made my heart whole.
Your scent lingered on, vanilla and rain,
A whisper of spring in the market’s domain—
Scarves swirling red like a lover’s wild call,
You vanished in crowds, but I felt it all.
Now closing my eyes, your face is etched in my mind’s eye,
A quiet engraving, no need for the sky—
I dream of that moment, the aisle soft and near,
Our hands brushing apples, dissolving all fear.
Your gentle “sorry,” that look warm and true,
Circles my thoughts like a soft morning dew—
I drift through each Saturday, cart rolling slow,
Searching for a sheepish grin in the faces I saw.
Will chance bring us back, in that exact moment again?
Your smile, your warmth—I still wonder what is your name.
In this hush of remembering, I quietly stay,
Holding the spark that won’t fade away.
And in every small breath, I carry that glance—
Smitten, content, in the hush of this unexpected romance.

Apple Spark Seed (Padgett’s Market Fire – Gala apple Edition)

I remember the first time I saw the flags fly.
Daddy lifted me high, said, “That’s freedom in the sky.”
Now I’m the one lifting someone of my own —
And the band plays on.
There’s a man in a cap with a faraway stare,
His daughter’s on his shoulders, ribbons in her hair.
He doesn’t cheer, just nods at the drum,
Thinking of brothers who’ll never come.
His wife wipes a tear, but she won’t let it fall —
For them, this parade says it all.
It’s more than floats and marching feet,
It’s memory, meaning, and hearts that beat.
This is what the parade means —
To the ones who gave, to the ones who dream.
It’s a song in the street, a flag in the sky,
A reason to laugh, a reason to cry.
It’s not just a show, it’s a sign we’re still here,
Holding on to hope, year after year.
This is what the parade means.
There’s a mother with a blanket and pride in her eyes,
Her first July under American skies.
She whispers, “We made it,” as the colors roll past,
Her children wave flags, their joy rising fast.
No mansion, no riches, just a patch of green —
But for them, this parade is a dream.
It’s more than floats and marching feet,
It’s memory, meaning, and hearts that beat.
This is what the parade means —
To the ones who gave, to the ones who dream.
It’s a song in the street, a flag in the sky,
A reason to laugh, a reason to cry.
It’s not just a show, it’s a sign we’re still here,
Holding on to hope, year after year.
This is what the parade means.
There’s a boy with a trumpet and tears in his eyes,
Marching alone ‘neath the summer skies.
His brother’s face on a pin by his heart,
Gone too soon, but never apart.
Their mother stands still, hands folded tight —
Three families, three stories, one street, one sound.
Different hearts, but common ground.
We don’t just gather to cheer and wave —
We gather to honor the lives this moment gave.
This is what the parade means —
To the ones who gave, to the ones who dream.
It’s a song in the street, a flag in the sky,
A reason to laugh, a reason to cry.
It’s not just a show, it’s a sign we’re still here,
Holding on to hope, year after year.
This is what the parade means.
Next year, a new baby will hear the drums.
A new family will find their place.
And the band will play on.
Because this…
This is what the parade means.
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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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The Parade by ♨️ 🍪

Late Nights / underground rap
prod. by SwangAhDoe
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Late Nights

🎧 DREW – „NU MĂ ATINGI (CLUB EDIT)” 
🔥 Balkan Trap / Romanian-Albanian Trap Sound  

🎵 Ascultă piesa completă pe:
Spotify → https://open.spotify.com/artist/2XkDw...

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Instagram →   / officialbalkandrew  
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Linktree → https://linktr.ee/BalkanDrew

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🖋️ *Versuri:*

[REFREN]  
Nu mă atingi — frate, sunt flame,  
Beat-ul e foc, nu joc în game.  
Tot blocu’-n ring, se clatină frame,  
Drew pe scenă — schimbă tot name.  

[VERS 1]  
Vin din jos, dar urc ca jet,  
Foc în vers, dar zic discret.  
Albanez blood, respect pe set,  
Flow curat, dar sună threat.  

[HOOK]  
Nu mă atingi — frate, sunt flame,  
808 lovește, se simte shame.  
Fetele strigă, dar eu stau straight,  
Trap de Balcani — real, nu fake.  

[BRIDGE]  
Skrrt în boxe — bass mă rupe,  
Ochii roșii, fum și trupe.  
Toți pe vibe, nimeni nu doarme,  
Beat-ul arde — suntem arme.  

[REFREN]  
Nu mă atingi — frate, sunt flame,  
Beat-ul e foc, nu joc în game.  
Tot blocu’-n ring, se clatină frame,  
Drew pe scenă — schimbă tot name.  

Produced & distributed by DistroKid  
Visual concept & lyrics © 2025 DREW

⚠️ Atenție: Conținut original!  
Reproducerea sau refolosirea fără acord scris este interzisă.  
Această piesă conține elemente generate cu ajutorul inteligenței artificiale, integrate artistic într-o creație originală.

NU MA ATINGI

眠いこの衝動
落ちこむ能動
必殺技創造
Don't healing

ボクら形
成してる日々
起き上がる連鎖だりぃのに
わからん本能
呼び覚ましてるなら
向かうからネットの海へ

海へ生まれ
生きた証を
残せよ傷も
この痛みも

散々寝そうだって
空っぽがあるから
埋まるまで
繰り返してる🔁
また裏返してるだけ

想像して創造して
相当な覚悟も持ってないのに
そんなわけないって

眠いこの衝動
落ちこむ能動
必殺技創造
Don't healing

ボクら形
成してる日々
起き上がる連鎖だりぃのに
わからん本能
呼び覚ましてるなら
向かうからネットの海へ

LoopBack_wip

A moody, high-voltage banger dripping in electro-sheen, “Bassline Venom (Dark Mode)” showcases Jexi Noir at her most lethal. Dripping chrome and venom, she slices through the bassline like a neon katana — commanding, untouchable, unforgettable. This is the flex of a midnight goddess ruling the underground.

Bassline Venom  (Dark Mode)

The Thief I Called My Son

"The Thief I Called My Son" draws from one of Buddhism's most startling teaching images—the idea that we've spent our whole lives nurturing a stranger at our table while our true inheritance gathers dust. Rooted in the Surangama Sutra's confrontation with delusion, this slow-burning blues meditation follows a weary traveler who thought his learning made him wise, only to discover he'd been feeding the wrong mouth all along.

The song moves through regret into recognition: that the awareness which finally sees the thief was never the thief itself. What we are was never missing. The prodigal can come home.

Part of an ongoing project translating classical Buddhist scripture into American blues-folk vernacular—bringing ancient dharma to the crossroads where the spirituals meet the twelve-bar truth.

Written and performed by The William Altig Choir.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1:]
They said I was the wise one, had the scriptures memorized
Sat at the Teacher's table, thought I'd won myself the prize
But all that holy learning couldn't save me from my sin—
I raised a thief up as my son and let him right on in

[Verse 2:]
This purple-gold body, shining bright like temple glass
Won't mean a thing when judgment comes, won't give my soul a pass
The lust and muck of lifetimes got me rooted where I stand
I fed the wrong mouth at my table, built my house on sand

[Chorus:]
Oh, the long road keeps on winding, and the wheel keeps turning round
I mistook a thief for my own son, now I'm lost and never found
All my knowing was just showing what I didn't understand—
The treasure was already mine, but I couldn't see my hand

[Verse 3:]
I thought my seeing-heart was living somewhere in my chest
Didn't know the world outside me was a dream I'd self-possessed
Every mountain, every river, every star up in the sky—
Just pictures that I painted on the canvas of my mind's eye
See, I was out there chasing what was never really gone
Crying for my birthright while I'm sitting on the throne
The thief ate at my table every night for all these years
While my true inheritance was drowning in my tears

[Verse 4:]
Now I'm standing at the crossroads where the Lord showed the way
He said, "Son, that mind that wanders—that ain't you, now come what may"
The one who sees the thief ain't the thief, don't you know?
Put down that borrowed sorrow, let your original light show

[Final Chorus:]
Oh, the long road's finally ending, and the wheel can cease to turn
When you see the thief ain't family, there's just one thing left to learn:
What you are was never missing, never born and cannot die—
Come on home now, weary traveler, no more need to wonder why

[Tag:]
(slow, almost whispered)
I raised a thief up as my son...
But the prodigal's come home

The Thief I Called My Son

“Caramelos” es el nuevo lanzamiento de Paiss, una canción que mezcla melodías suaves con una vibra dulce y envolvente. Producida por Catalina, el tema combina atmósferas cálidas y un ritmo que invita a dejarse llevar.

Dale play, guarda la canción y comparte si te gustó.
¡Gracias por apoyar música nueva! 💛🍬

Caramelos

underground raw trap
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Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

#SpiritualMusic  #LotusSutraMusic  #ContemplativeBlues  #BuddhistGospel #AcousticSlideGuitar  #GospelChoir  #Self-Discovery  #SpiritualAwakening  #Hope  #The_William_Altig_Choir

Emotional, elemental electronic music blending my favourite styles of EDM with ambient textures and naughty bass lines. All my masters are free to download - Enjoy Dj

False Prophets Never Mumble...
Dilo + Pilot
TX<-->NC

DREW e mai mult decât un artist , e o energie creată între două lumi: 
Balcanii tradiționali și bass-ul digital.
Născut din fum, lumină și ritm, DREW aduce trapul balcanic direct în cluburi și mințile oamenilor.
Trap româno-albanez.
🔥 „808 și clarinet — DREW pe set!”
👇 Ascultă noul val

Latest Track: https://soundcloud.com/petrolane/let-me-know
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I blend future, R&B, and house, with a touch of hip hop — but honestly, I just make what feels right to me ;P
Are you catching the vibes? 🌊
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 EP'S & SINGLES:
 Official site: Coming Soon https://petrolane.bandcamp.com/ 
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instagram.com/petrolanemusic

https://xyloquint.com/

email: xyloquint@xyloquint.com

“Musik ist für mich die beste Therapie. Sie hilft mir, Dinge zu verarbeiten, die das Leben so mit sich bringt – gerade die, die man nicht ändern kann, so sehr man es sich wünscht. Mit meiner Musik möchte ich zeigen, dass niemand allein ist mit seinen Gefühlen. Wir alle kämpfen mit unseren Geschichten, und manchmal ist Musik der Weg, gemeinsam durch diese Zeiten zu gehen. Also lasst uns die Momente teilen – in Licht und Schatten, und immer mit einem Beat, der uns verbindet.”

On of the greatest RnB producer this generation has seen, so buckle up and let me take you to a blissful state you’re never experienced before. Send me a message if you want to Colab, its currently free.

Rollin’ D is an independent artist, creative force, and lyrical architect who blends conscious rap, alt-pop, and cinematic storytelling into soul-stirring tracks. With a history rooted in real pain and purpose, he raps for truth—not for trends. Founder of Crisp Cartel and co-creator with artists like Jexi Noir and Bella Bugatti, Rollin’ D is the storm and the stillness, the cut and the healing. Welcome to the future of music—raw, real, and unforgettable.

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