I Lied (Extended Mix) *FREE DOWNLOAD*

Late Summer-Set with the newest Afro- and Melodic-House Tracks

Robke-Session #09_25

Ibiza Vibes – House Live Set
Immerse yourself in the pulsating energy of the white island! This set brings the warm rays of sunshine, salty sea air, and hypnotic rhythms of the Balearic Islands straight to your heart. From deep house to groovy tech, each track has been carefully selected to capture the magic of a sunset at Café del Mar or the ecstasy of a night at Pacha.

Live House Club Set September 2025

Listen to Costa Mare here! Ffm.to/Rivente-Costa-Mare

Costa Mare

Verse 1
Waves are shining, soft and clear,  
Golden tides will pull us near.  
Every sparkle, every glow,  
Takes us where the oceans flow.  

Pre-Chorus  
Sun is setting, hearts collide,  
Golden tides won’t hide.  

Chorus  
Golden tides, take me far,  
Drift away beneath the stars.  
Every moment feels alive,  
We belong to golden tides.  

Verse 2  
Sandy footsteps, fading slow,  
Every current lets us go.  
Still the water sings your song,  
Golden tides will move along.  

Pre-Chorus  
Sun is setting, hearts collide,  
Golden tides won’t hide.  

Chorus  
Golden tides, take me far,  
Drift away beneath the stars.  
Every moment feels alive,  
We belong to golden tides.  

Bridge  
Even when the night is cold,  
Golden tides will still unfold.  
Every dream, every side,  
Flows within the golden tides.  

Final Chorus  
Golden tides, take me far,  
Drift away beneath the stars.  
Every moment feels alive,  
We belong to golden tides.  


Golden Tides

every heartbeat has to be stamped, signed, and filed in triplicate before you’re allowed to dance. This track is what happens when Cupid outsources his job to a sweaty clerk in Rio, who insists you bring not just your passport but also proof of your kissing style, three notarized tears, and a meme of a pug.

Imagine filling out Form B-13 only to discover it comes with a built-in rhythm section: congas that gossip louder than your aunt at a wedding, trumpets that argue with your feet, and a groove that won’t stop until every box is ticked.

This is samba bureaucracy at its finest — paperwork meets percussion, romance meets rubber stamp. Put on your dancing shoes, grab your stapler, and let the beat file itself straight into your bloodstream.

Filed for love. Denied for balance. Approved for dancing.

Lyrics:

Filed the form, he wore cologne
Typed his heart on a monochrome
Box five blinked, "Have you felt before?"
He typed, "Yeah, maybe once, not sure"
Passport thick, a moody frame
Backwards glue, he blamed the name
They asked for proof of kissing style
He sent a selfie, took a while

The clerk said, "Filed, your vibe's too great"
Section nine gave you away
He rewrote tales of passion bright
Auto-correct dimmed down the night

The memo said, "Bring joy, not dread"
He showed a meme of a pug instead
They asked for love, deep in the beat
Form B-13 got dancing feet
I once had butterflies in spring
Now I just hum and never cling

Filed for love with mild caffeine
Submitted dreams in a dotted screen
They said my hugs were out of sync
I swayed too wide, I didn't blink

They wanted tears, fresh, full of flair
He sent some drops caught in his hair
"No return" was strict demand
Tears must sparkle, fall on hand
My friend said, "Bro, just fake delight"
He danced in socks under disco light
But still they stamped, "Not quite okay"
Filed as love in the lost display

Form C-3 from pigeon corp
"Do you deserve a warm report?"
He checked, "Maybe", spilled his tea
The box got wet, "Oh, yes, for me"
They asked for love, checked all the marks
But they found gaps between the sparks
I bubble-wrapped my heart with care
They said, "Too fragile, unaware"

Filed for love and danced too late
Now Cupid works for Section 8
I passed the rhythm, missed the flame
They stamped my joy with someone's name

Love delayed

Filed for Love (Samba Version)



A cheerful new tropical house track with a lot of desire for summer and sun party

Is This My Love

ando pensando demasiado

“One More Day (Deep House Extended Version)” by DJRazor blends smooth basslines, crisp percussion, and emotional vocal textures into a laid-back deep house atmosphere. The track builds from warm melodic layers into a hypnotic groove, perfect for late-night sessions, beach lounges, or chilled DJ sets. Clean, spacious, and dynamic — crafted for audiophiles and real deep house lovers.

One more day (deep house extended version)

Sunny grooves. Warm disco. Laid-back house energy.

Beachy Vibes Mix

Ever been to a place that felt meh, only to return later and think, “Wow, did they secretly install paradise while I was gone?” That’s this track — a chillwave samba postcard from your brain’s lost-and-found department. 🌴💭

It’s got wind that whispers in Bossa Nova, sand that remembers your bad dance moves, and a rhythm that gently reminds you: maybe you were the problem, not the weather.

“So if you are coming around again…” — it’s not a threat, it’s an invitation. Bring sunscreen, low expectations, and your best regrets. The beat’s smooth, the mood’s warm, and somewhere between the maracas and the melancholy, you’ll start to grin for no reason.

🎶 File under: “Songs that make you accidentally sway in your kitchen wearing headphones and an existential smile.”

Lyrics:

Soft wind over empty ground,
I know this place, but not the sound.
Same horizon, different hue,
The air remembers more than you.

So if you are coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.
So if you are coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.

Stone turns warm where the sunlight lands,
Water moves between my hands.
Every echo bends in time,
Every shadow learns to shine.

So if you are coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.
So if you are coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.

It’s not the road that changed —
It’s how you walk it.
It’s not the view that fades —
It’s how you look again.

So if you are coming around again…
Coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.
Just come… around… again.

So if you are coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.
So if you are coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.

So if you are coming around again…
Coming around again…
You might find what you missed back then.
Just come… around… again.

So If You Are Coming Around Again

Ever met that person who talks like a TED Talk that never got invited? That’s her. The queen of circular wisdom. The empress of “well actually.” The high priestess of saying nothing with confidence.

This smooth chillwave samba track is for all the philosophers of the living room — the ones who explain why your coffee tastes “existential” and end every sentence with:
👉 “That’s the thing.”

It’s like you’re sitting in a café made of clouds, listening to a conversation between a breeze and a parrot who read one self-help book too many.
Bossa nova rhythm meets chillwave haze, and somewhere in between, enlightenment loses its train of thought.

Perfect for:
☕ Late-night overthinkers
🪴 People who say “vibes” instead of “opinions”
💬 And anyone who ever nodded politely through a monologue that started with “You know what’s funny?”

Press play. Pretend to care. Tap your foot like you understand.
That’s the thing. 😏

Lyrics:

She talks in loops, like she’s testing the air,
Every word half wisdom, half repair.
Tells a story, leans back, grins —
Finger up — like truth begins.

You think she’s done, she takes a breath,
Looks at you like you missed the depth.
And that’s when it lands — the phrase, the sting:

When she says that’s the thing,
It means nothing — and everything.
Finger up — like she’s teaching the air,
And I just sit there… pretending to care.

There was a husband, deaf as rain,
She spoke in sunshine — he heard pain.
One day she left without a ring,
He stared at the silence — that’s the thing.

When she says that’s the thing,
It means nothing — and everything.
Finger up — like she’s teaching the air,
And I just sit there… pretending to care.

A politician loved his own sound,
Never heard the crowd around.
Next vote came — no one would cling,
He smiled on TV — that’s the thing.

A driver skipped the service date,
Said, “it’s fine” — till it wasn’t great.
Steam and panic, middle lane king,
He called the smoke, that’s the thing.

A girl who chased the first fast train,
Never cared for the name of the plain.
She got lost with a golden grin —
Still told herself, that’s the thing.

When she says that’s the thing,
It means nothing — and everything.
Finger up — like she’s teaching the air,
And I just sit there… pretending to care.

Every truth needs someone to sing,
Every lie wears a wedding ring.
And when the story starts to sting…
She just smiles and says, that’s the thing.

That’s the Thing

What happens when chillwave goes full samba and the ex finally gets audited? 💅

Welcome to the smoothest tax return of emotional debts ever recorded. Imagine sipping a caipirinha while your ex nervously checks their “emotional balance sheet.” That’s right — this isn’t heartbreak, it’s bookkeeping with rhythm.

Hearts have been overdrawn, feelings repossessed, and baby, this beat comes with late fees. It’s bossa nova meets revenge memo — velvet basslines, shimmering synths, and a vocal that says “I hope your new love has WiFi in hell.”

So relax… sway your hips… and remember: forgiveness is optional, groove is mandatory.
Because, darling — you owe me everything. 💳🌴

Lyrics:

You took my time, you took my light,
You danced away my Friday night.
You smiled sweet — yeah, you played your part,
But baby, you overdrew my heart.

All those promises, silver and fake,
All those debts you never paid.
Now I’m standing tall — and you can’t pretend,
The bill’s come due, this ain’t the end.

You owe me everything!
Every word, every diamond ring.
You owe me everything —
My love, my tears, my suffering.
You owe me everything!
Yeah, I’m done with forgiving.
You owe me everything —
And that’s the song I’m singing.

You wore my trust like a cheap perfume,
Left it hanging in an empty room.
Now you say you’re doing fine,
But I see guilt behind that smile.

You talk about “moving on,”
But I’m the reason you’re strong.
Don’t rewrite what you can’t defend,
‘Cause I’ll collect till the bitter end.

You owe me everything!
Every word, every diamond ring.
You owe me everything —
My love, my tears, my suffering.
You owe me everything!
Yeah, I’m done with forgiving.
You owe me everything —
And that’s the song I’m singing.

No mercy, no return —
You lit the match, now let it burn.
Every promise, every lie,
You owe me, baby — don’t even try.

You owe me everything!
Yeah, every sweet and dirty thing.
You owe me everything —
That’s my crown, that’s my king.
You owe me everything —
Every night, every sting.
You owe me everything…
And I owe you nothing.

You Owe Me Everything

You know that post-relationship glow-up where your plants start surviving, your coffee suddenly tastes like Italian poetry, and you catch yourself slow-dancing with your own shadow because it’s actually more supportive than your ex ever was? Yeah, that’s this track.

It’s seven hours and fifteen days since the drama expired, and guess what — I’m still sleeping great. The only thing haunting my apartment now is the smell of fresh espresso and self-respect. ☕🌴

So put on your headphones, grab a caipirinha, and sway like you just filed an emotional tax refund. This is not heartbreak — this is tropical liberation with Wi-Fi.

🎵 Track: Everything’s Better Without You
🎤 Artist: Unbekannter Künstler
💃 Genre: Chillwave × Samba × “I Finally Got My Life Back”

Lyrics:

It’s been seven hours and fifteen days,
And I’ve slept through all of them, amazed.
Your shirts don’t hang in my hall no more,
Now sunshine moves right through the door.

You said I’d crumble, that I’d fall apart,
But I just learned to love my heart.

Everything’s better without you,
Even my coffee tastes brand new.
My plants don’t die, my friends come through,
Everything’s better without you.

Used to cry when the moon came out,
Now I dance — yeah, I laugh out loud.
No ghost in my mirror, no perfume lies,
Just me and my peace of mind.

You called it love, but it felt like glue,
Now every day’s a sky of blue.

Everything’s better without you,
I breathe again, the air feels true.
My world’s in color, not just blue,
Everything’s better without you.

I thought your shadow owned my light,
Turns out it just blocked my sight.
You were my cage, I called it home —
Now I fly, now I roam.

Everything’s better without you,
Even my tears found something new.
Nothing’s missing — I swear it’s true,
’Cause everything’s better without you.

Everything’s Better Without You

You ever try to move on, but your brain’s like: “Nope, we live here now”? ☕🚬

That’s this song. It’s the chillwave samba soundtrack for all those tragic romantics who get ambushed by memories while buying snacks or standing at red lights.

It’s got the groove of Copacabana, the melancholy of an Austrian winter, and the lyrical energy of a guy who’s just trying to survive his ex haunting every supermarket aisle. 🛒💔

So grab your coffee, pretend to be emotionally stable, and let Unbekannter Künstler whisper your heartbreak into a tropical daydream. By the third chorus you’ll still be missing them — but at least you’ll be missing them rhythmically. 🕶️🌴🎶

Lyrics:

When I buy that snack for lunch,
Pretend I don’t think of your touch.
When I pull a smoke on my break,
I still see your smile in the haze I make.

When I start the car at five-oh-two,
The traffic moves — but not my view.
Every red light, every queue,
Feels like a rerun of me and you.

When will I stop missing you?
When the seasons start feeling new?
When the snow won’t whisper through
The same old thoughts I can’t undo?
Yeah, I’m doing all I’m supposed to do —
But tell me, when will I stop missing you? 

When I grab my morning brew,
Half awake and thinking of you.
When I walk those aisles for food,
Every label spells your mood.

When I hear our song on the radio,
I try to laugh, but it hits below.
Guess healing takes more than time —
It takes forgetting the punchline.

When will I stop missing you?
When the nights stop shining blue?
When I stop searching skies for clues
That somehow lead me back to you?
Yeah, I’m busy — it’s what people do —
But tell me, when will I stop missing you? 

Maybe it fades in tiny ways,
Between the bills and working days.
Maybe I won’t even know
The moment I finally let you go.

When will I stop missing you?
When the year turns over too?
When the snow melts into dew,
And life feels slightly overdue?
I’ll smile again — that’s overdue —
But tell me, when will I stop missing you? 

Maybe next coffee… maybe next song…
But not today.

When Will I Stop Missing You?

A deep & melodic House DJ set filled with sunset vibes and warm California grooves.

Sunset Groove

Let the sunset guide your senses. Sundown Rhythms takes you on a deep and progressive journey — blending warm organic grooves, hypnotic percussion, and melodic layers that rise with the fading light.
This mix captures that golden hour energy — slow-burning, emotional, and perfectly tuned for sunset vibes.

🌀 Genres: Progressive House | Deep House 
🎧 Mixed live by NE4OS
🌇 Best enjoyed as day turns to night.

#rekordbox #pioneerddjflx4 
track IDs
01.Feel This World Serious Dancers Remix 
02.Lost in the Clouds - kyotto
03.Amir Telem, Radical Fantasy - Kiss the Sky(kyotto remix)
04.Quiet Storm Martin Fredes Matthew Sona Remix THE SOUNDGARDEN 
05.Senses Kyotto Extended Remix PURRFECTION 
06.Research Myself Original Mix MEANWHILE RECORDINGS 
07.Perfect Stranger Original Mix MANGO ALLEY 
08.kyotto trigger
09.Set Fire To The Rain -Sebastian Busto Unofficial Remix

Sundown Rhythms | NE4OS

Em Tropical System exploro o encontro entre o groove brasileiro e as paisagens sonoras tropicais que ecoam além do mar. Um set que flutua entre o calor do Bogiee e a leveza dos sintetizadores, criando um clima de pôr do sol eterno ! Lugar perfeito para dança do orgânico e o eletrônico.

Tropical System

Lose yourself in the hypnotic rhythm of “FALLEN” (MYA) - REMIX by DJ Dyablow — a sensual fusion of Deep House, Indie Dance, Soul, and Mississippi Blues.
Warm Rhodes chords, sultry vocals, and blues guitar melt together under a pulsing house groove that feels intimate, emotional, and timeless. This track flows like night waves on a golden beach — smooth, seductive, and unforgettable.

Turn the volume up. Feel the heat. Fall again.

Fallen (Mya) - Deep House REMIX

🎧 NE4OS | DJ
Based in Sri Lanka | Sharing my musical journey through every beat.

🌅 Step into the world of Davey Waynes where warm sunsets meet deep, melodic grooves.
Inspired by the soulful energy and the rhythms of electronic music, Davey blends emotion, groove and drive into each set.
Expect deep percussion, hypnotic synths and smooth transitions that take you straight into a golden California state of mind.
🎧 House | Deep House | Afro | Melodic | Tech House

🎧 DJ & Producer | Melodic Techno | Tech House | House

I am honest
me. I am looking for and will find a manager who will take me forward.

Indie · Disco · House
Groove en tu idioma — y algo más.

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

DJRazor crafts cinematic EDM built on emotion, energy, and story.
Follow for the new wave of emotional trance — the Nadia series continues this fall 🌅

From anthemic trance breaks to deep festival drops, his sound blends the pulse of underground club life with the spirit of rebirth and connection.
His latest concept series — “Look at me now (Nadia’s Anthem)” — captures the duality between light and darkness, featuring hypnotic vocals and immersive sound design.
Every track is a chapter in a journey that bridges sound and soul.
Follow to experience the next chapter — Nadia’s world continues.

New tracks tagged #beachvibes