„Man steht da, in fremden Fluren, die Luft noch schwer von gestrigem Streit, und schaut auf das, was vom Drama übrig ist – ein verzogener Rahmen, ein Splitter im Türblatt, das Schloss wie beleidigt. Und man weiß, das war kein Windstoß. Das war ein Gefühl, das mit den Fäusten spricht. Ich tausch die Türen aus, ja, aber was da durchgeknallt ist, das kriegst du mit keinem Schraubenzieher wieder fest. Jede Delle erzählt von einem Satz, der zu spät kam, jeder Riss von einem Blick, der nicht erwidert wurde. Ich montier die Ruhe neu ein, Tür für Tür. Aber ob sie hält, wenn’s wieder knallt? Weiß nur das Herz, das dahinter schlägt.“

She got fire in the eye, storm in the grin,
Whirlwind tongue and a mood built in.
Talkin’ dishes, socks on the floor —
Silence flip, now she reach that door…

🔊 Click... pause...
BOOM go the core.

Plants shake. Cat hide.
Neighbors whisper, windows wide.
She don’t shout, she just combust —
Drama rise in the bassline dust.

And here we go again — with your door slam.
Bassline drop like a riddim jam.
Tremble walls in a sound system trance —
Even ghosts don’t stand a chance.

One little word — trigger the spin,
She flex that rage like a violin.
No clouds, no warning, no plan —
Just thunder heels and a hurricane slam.

She slam bored. She slam cold.
She slam just to break the mold.
Maybe it's art. Maybe it’s flair.
That door cry like it got no prayer.

And here we go again — with your door slam.
Echo through the floor like a wicked gram.
Pulse in my spine, drop in my brain —
Dub got a ghost, and she run that train.

She don’t glide. She don’t float.
She crash like a song with a torn throat.
Rewind selector, bring back the spin —
But this madness playin’ from deep within.

And here we go again — with your door slam.
Riddim twist like a dub exam.
Kick too slow, but the heart don’t lie —
She slam like a verse gone high.

Your Door Slam (Dub)

Er war jener Typ Mensch, der mit einer solchen kunstvollen Einfalt daherkam, dass selbst die Luft im Raum leiser atmete, um seiner Bedeutungslosigkeit nicht in die Quere zu kommen. Seine Worte, schwer wie lauwarmes Wasser, plätscherten aus ihm heraus und legten sich wie ein nasses Tuch auf jede Hoffnung auf Lebendigkeit. Die Frauen, die ihn sahen, begannen unbewusst zu gähnen — nicht aus Müdigkeit, sondern weil ihr Körper schneller als ihr Verstand begriff: Dieser Mann war ein Sonntag ohne Zeitung, ein Winter ohne Schnee, ein Gespräch ohne Frage.

Lali… lala…
Laaangweilig…
You never burn…
You barely blink…
And riddim don't wait for beige.

You drift in slow, like lukewarm chai,
Soft like sky with no reply.
Words fall flat, then disappear —
Like claps in mittens, soaked in fear.

Your tales? A snow that never sticks.
No twist, no heat, no riddim kicks.
Even silence grabs its coat —
You drown the dubboat while it floats.

"Lali lala... so langweilig…"
Bassline sleepin’ in a velvet bag…
Turn it up.
No spark. Just drag.

You are so lali lala lala langweilig,
Even clouds roll outta town.
Just a thought and here it comes —
That chill that climbs and drags me down.
Lali lala lala langweilig,
A slideshow outta phase.
You kill the beat before it blooms,
You hush the light with lullabass.

You hum like microwaves at noon,
Kill the funk, then clear the room.
Even DJs drop you slow —
Too safe to rave, too flat to flow.

I smile like static in disguise,
While dubstep yawns behind your eyes.
You speak in footnotes, sigh by sigh —
A glitch that never learns to die.

Rubber glove touch… velvet-less shove…
I date my houseplant just for love.
Bass breath in.
Snare flick left.
Let riddim melt what you forgot.

You are so lali lala lala langweilig,
Even fire taps out slow.
You freeze the riddim when you speak,
Stretch seconds till they cease to glow.
Lali lala lala langweilig,
You dim the dub before the drop.
The dancefloor knows your name by now —
The beat that begged the beat to stop.

Lang…weilig…
No rage…
No rise…
Just riddim sedated in sweater disguise.

You are so lali lala lala langweilig,
A loop stuck in a glitch parade.
You jazzed me once — or was it smoke?
A mirage I let the riddim shade.
Lali lala lala langweilig,
A playlist made of sighs and stairs.
Even boredom got more bounce —
Than your affair of vacant airs.

You don’t offend me.
You don’t move me.
You just…
fade…
in stereo beige.

Lali… lala… langweilig…
— riddim gone.
— tune off.
— mind on fire.

Langweilig (Dub)

Ich habe sie seit Jahren nicht gesehen, nicht gehört, nicht einmal zufällig einen Schatten ihres Namens auf einem Briefumschlag erhascht oder das Echo ihrer Stimme in einem Bahnhof vernommen – und dennoch ist sie da, jeden Tag, in der Art, wie der Nachmittag sich neigt, im Duft eines vorbeigehenden Parfums, in der zufälligen Falte eines Kleides, das ihr nicht einmal gehörte, sondern nur die Erinnerung an ihr Gehen nachahmt. Ich habe alles versucht, mich zu entwöhnen, sie aus meinem inneren Leben zu verbannen wie einen gefährlichen Irrtum. Doch je mehr ich vergaß, desto klarer schälte sich ihr Bild aus dem Nebel meines Willens. Ich verstehe es nicht – wie ein Mensch, der nicht mehr existiert, sich so hartnäckig an mein Gedächtnis klammern kann, als sei er ein Bestandteil meines Blutes geworden, als hätte das Vergessen selbst beschlossen, sie nicht auszulassen.

Steam on di mirror — she fade in bold...
Pasta cold... pasta cold... pasta colddddd
Timeline ticking like a thousand wires,
And silence creep like velvet fire.

Eyes closed tight —
but mi mind still run.
She laugh in loop —
same old rerun.

We bent like smoke,
broke with glee —
Then soft she whisper:
“Ya still miss me?”

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Like perfume ghost inside di case,
She haunt di bassline, haunt di space.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
Ya think ya fine til light go dim —
But there she walk... soft on a whim.

New faces — loud café,
You danced it off, but couldn’t stray.
She slip beneath the snare and kick —
A glitch inside your speaker mix.

No recipe calms...
no wine can fade...
She stir your soup
like thought grenade.
You chop the onions, tears so red —
She lick the knife and kiss your head.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
I’m your glitch... your deja cue...
Your joke too loud in an empty room.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
Memory flicker, faded screen —
But ohhh... you hit replay... again.

🌀 Tape warp
🌀 Kick drops out
🌀 Dub siren echoes in distance
🌀 “You had your chance... to delete me...”
🌀 “... but you filed me... under dreams.”
🌀 “And now I slip in — in-between...”

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Laugh track gone but I still bite —
In your dreams, I dance at night.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
I’m no ghost — I’m your rewind line.
I groove where you forgot to shine.

Can't Forget Me (Dub)

Got a circus in my spine, it spins,
You hum like fans on summer skin.
No map, no shoes — I lose control,
You pull me deep into that roll.

Your words hit sideways, smooth and sly,
My knees just dance, don’t ask me why.
You glitch the beat, I feel the spark,
That candle flicker in the dark.

🎵 Nah nah no no — get high and let it flow,
You light the fuse in a slow hello.
Bounce in my chest, fire down below,
We ride the bass like a wave in glow.

Your lips say “wait,” but hips say “now,”
No logic left, just sweat and wow.
You jazz the air like neon flame,
I’m melting slick, you know my name.

We orbit close — no need to touch,
That dancefloor grin, it says too much.
You drop a wink, I drop my guard,
You disappear — I’m dancing hard.

🎵 Nah nah no no — get high and let it flow,
You light the fuse in a slow hello.
Bounce in my chest, fire down below,
We ride the bass like a wave in glow.

Slide through static, pulse on toast,
Your shadow’s got the slickest ghost.
You ping my core with every clap,
And glitch me sweet on your rhythm map.

🎵 Nah nah no no — get high and let it flow,
You light the fuse in a slow hello.
Bounce in my chest, fire down below,
We ride the bass like a wave in glow.

🎵 Nah nah no no — just move and let it go,
Slide with the beat like a shadow show.
Eyes on fire, hearts on throw,
This groove’s too deep to ever plateau.

Circus in My Spine

Control-a-a-a…
You spin… I drift…
You storm… I mist…

You’re drama, babe — in a vintage ad,
Citrus glare with a pout gone bad.
Tried peace in a peppermint brew,
You sipped, you blinked, said: meh. Boo-hoo.

I came in smooth — mango suit,
But you glitched like a rainbow brute.
Searched your soul on Google Street…
“Connection lost” — on repeat.

🎵 No no no…
Not your fixer, not your plan.
I’m a dubwise island man.
Turn the bass, dissolve the scream —
Bubble thoughts in a tangerine dream…

🎵 Chill Controla…
I dub out the drama…
I blow soap beats,
No trauma, mama.

🎵 Chill Controla…
Banana style deep,
You wave, I dive,
My roots don’t creep.

Tried to guide you — map in hand,
But you raged like a misfired band.
Cactus love with neon spikes,
I ride the skank — you ride the likes.

Said “yes” too long, now “no” feels fine,
My riddim walks that dubby line.
No glue, no badge, no healing trick,
Just bass that thumps and ghosts that click.

Chill on loop… in banana form…
Tsunami texts?
I dance the norm.
You play the queen of tangled threads —
I float with beats above my head.

🎵 Chill Controla…
With pineapples for eyes,
You glitch and crash —
I harmonize.

🎵 Chill Controla…
No rescue boat, no code.
Just dub delays
Where I unload.

Control-a-a-a…
Fade the scene...
Feel the green…
Soap. Bass.
Everything clean…

Controla Dub

Also hör mir jetzt gut zu, cariño… ich hab nix gemacht, verstehst du? Nada. Ich war einfach da, hab gewartet, mit mein Herz offen wie ein Fenster im Sommer. Und du? Du kommst wieder mit diese Augen, diese süße Stimme – und dann bam, Drama. Und später sagst du, es war ich? ¿Perdona? Nein, nein, no no no, amigo… du warst der, der die Musik leiser gemacht hat, der das Licht ausgeknipst hat, der sich weggedreht hat, als ich tanzen wollte. Ich war nur die Melodie – du hast den Beat kaputt gemacht. Immer wieder, chico. Siempre tú.

Mmm...
You call me trouble...
But you lit the flame...
Now we burn... slow... slow...

Trouble in a candle glow,
Lips like jazz — soft, then low.
You bring fire, I bring steam,
We melt... inside the dream.

Your eyes say run,
Your hands say stay,
We loop that truth...
And dub it grey.

🎵 Blame me softly… echo me slow…
Name me wrong… then let it go.
Whisper my name… like smoke on skin,
We don’t begin — we just spin.
🎵 Blame me gently… riddim and rain,
Touch like thunder, dance through pain.
No need to fix... just feel the frame —
And drift... in the blame game. 🎵

You missed the gate… I missed your scent.
Still ended up in the same event.
We laugh in riddles, cry in cream,
The dub rolls on… like lucid dream.

You hum the lie, I dub the sigh,
We skank through loops of butterfly.
Two lovers lost in reverb's kiss,
No verse, no script — just this.

🎵 No fight… no win…
We glide… we spin…
Who did what?
Where’s the sin?
Rewind the love… start again… 🎵

🎵 Blame me softly… dub me deep…
We dream in bass, forget to sleep.
Blame me slow, blame me sweet —
We never land... we just repeat.
🎵 Call it fire, call it shame,
We whisper love... and call it blame.
Turn down the light — stretch out the name…
Still burning... in the blame game. 🎵

“Mmm… we argue…
...just to feel the echo.”
“Version better? …Dub forever.”

Blame Game (Dub Version)

Ich sitz da mit meinem Glas billigen Rotwein, die Fernbedienung irgendwo im Fett der Sofaritze versunken, und warte, bis sie endlich kommt – die Blonde mit der Stimme, die mir jedes Mal den Brustkorb aufreißt, als würd sie mir das Herz in Scheiben schneiden. Ich weiß nicht, was das ist, das da in mir tobt, wenn sie auftaucht, ich nenn’s nicht Liebe, das wär zu groß für so einen wie mich. Es ist eher wie ein Knoten, ein Schmerz, der süß wird, sobald sie da ist, auf dem Bildschirm, so nah und so jenseits von allem, was ich je berühren darf. Ich glotz sie an wie ein Hund vorm Metzgerfenster, sabbernd, still, voller Scham. Ich weiß, dass ich erbärmlich bin, ich bin nicht blöd. Ich weiß auch, dass sie nie von mir wissen wird, dass sie keine Ahnung hat, dass ich jeden Abend sterbe, wenn sie lächelt. Aber ich tu’s trotzdem. Ich tu’s immer wieder.

This Is She (Dub Version)

In the echo...
In the version...
We ride the riddim…
No rush... no fuss... just bass.

Bassline ruler, no man higher.
Roots and culture, blaze the fire.
Time get slow in a Dub empire —
We float through sound like a ghost through wire.

Dub is truth.

Riddim soldier.

Run the tape.

Bass is prayer.

Space and fire.

Version fi chant.

Heavyweight Echo

🎧 Spiritual Debris (Dub from Santiago) – Unbekannter Künstler 🇨🇱

A deep, boiling dub track straight from the mind of a furious policeman in Santiago, channeling Thomas Bernhard levels of existential meltdown.

Heavy sub-bass. Spaced-out echoes. Flip-flop slaps in distorted rhythm. Glitched ukuleles and trumpet stabs clash with ambient city noise and plaza murmurs. The groove slides from slow, surreal hypnosis to full-on dub breaks with sirens, delays, and sudden aggression.

🎙️ Spoken monologue:

“No one listens.
Termites in cargo shorts.
Collapsing in Calama — in pajamas…”

This is not music.
This is a warning.
For every tourist who grinned into oblivion.

LYRICS:

🎙️ I have said it before…
🎙️ And I will say it again…
🎙️ Although no one listens…

No one ever listens.
Least of all the tourists.
Termites in cargo shorts,
Sunburnt optimism peeling off in layers.
Santiago…
Once proud,
Now just a backdrop
For idiocy in digital format.

🎶 Plap… plap… plap…
Ukuleles OUT.
Selfie sticks UP.
Spiritual bankruptcy — NOW.

They film everything.
They film themselves being fools.
Standing in front of a mountain,
As if merely existing there
Were some kind of achievement.

🎶 "Oblivion… grinning into… oblivion…"
[distorted whisper loop]
“Internet. Internet. Internet…”

And when they collapse —
In CALAMA.
On a BENCH.
In PAJAMAS!
We must rescue them.
We must carry their collapsed narcissism
Back to the hostel of their delusions.

🎶 Spiritual debris — spiritual debris
🎶 Of the internet age…
🎙️ We are not the fools.
🎙️ But they make us play the part.

🎙️ I joined the force
To uphold the law.
To serve something noble.
Now I babysit
The grotesque optimism
Of terminal tourists.
And still — no one listens.

Santiago Tourist Dub

Selections 81 - Amandroid - Dubportal mix

Tracklist:
Blue Dub - Azu Tiwaline & Al Wootton
Ruminate - Fixate
Woozy - Jafu
Tu Castigo (Simo Cell Remix) - Bitter Babe
Compos Mentis - TSVI & Seven Orbits
Digidub - Josi Devil
Snorin - Doctor Jeep
Dub Marine (Kryptic Minds Remix) - Dj Madd
Seen - Headland
Nah Mean - DRTY HBTZ
Glued Surround - Headland
Heartbeat Dub (Feat Dutty Ranks) - Squarewave
Redux - 2562
Shine Eye Dub - Dj Madd
Hermetica - Von D feat. Sinerise
Sunk Still - Josi Devil
Send Out - Pinch & Kahn
Venom - Ehua
Wine Like a Pro - Schlachthofbronx
Pulsate - Alix Perez
X Cantidad - Safety Trance & Brodinski
Efektdub - Tetrad
Samos - Tetrad
Poly Dub - Von D
Crusher Dub - Vex’d
City of Ghosts - Tetrad
Shut up - Distinct Motive
Hardcore Dub Music (Hypho Remix) - Von D
Crumble - Tetrad
Turn 1 - Tetrad
Speak’n’ Sex Magic - Volfoniq Vs Kik the Hype
Arcade Addict - Disrupt
Dub in Your Pocket - Disrupt
No You - Paleman
Lying About Lying - Paleman
Over Dub - Fetus & Oyubi
Gasab Sokkar - Toumba
Facing the Pit - OOTW
Flocon (House of Black Lanterns Remix) - Moresounds
Understand - Moresounds & Dj Madd
Answer Riddim - Dj Madd
Overeager - Dj Haram
Houria - Acid Arab
Earnin It - Oyubi & Fetus
Every Little Thing - Dj Madd

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Selections 81 - Amandroid - Dubportal mix

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