“My Energy Two the Frequency of Self” is not just an album—it’s a sonic recalibration ritual.
Androgynous oracle cXrYsZ steps boldly into the role of Hero, transmuting pain, desire, shadow, sensuality, and self-awareness into eleven genre-melding tracks. Tuned for therapy and transformation—this project blends 432Hz frequency, ASMR textures, and genre-bending rhythms with psychological healing modalities like somatic therapy, binaural hypnotherapy, and creative psychology.
Wrapped in the emotional hues of purple (intuition), green (healing), silver (transcendence), and pink (compassion), this album is the soundtrack to inner alchemy.


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This is the soundtrack to the eternal waiting room of life — that strange space where you’re convinced something big might happen… but it absolutely doesn’t. Ever.

Coffee burns, lunch is a sad can of fish, the neon buzzes louder than your ambitions, and still the universe whispers:
“Did it happen yet?”
No.

A dub track for the dreamers, the procrastinators, and everyone stuck refreshing the cosmic loading screen. Heavy bass for heavy waiting, echo for the echo chamber of your thoughts, and a groove that says: nothing happened today, but at least it sounded good.

Play it loud while:

staring at the wall wondering if destiny lost your address,

waiting for the bus that never comes,

or telling yourself tomorrow is totally the day… probably… maybe… okay, no.

Lyrics:

Wake up, get up, get dressed, start the day,
The mirror’s quiet, has nothing to say.
Coffee burns, the street still asleep,
Dreams are promises I can’t keep.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Jump in the car, headlights on black,
Radio hums, I don’t look back.
City yawns, I punch the clock,
First one in — the silence talks.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

Soon it’s lunch, the shelves half bare,
Cheap can of fish, the taste of despair.
Lunch is over, can is done,
Emptiness shines in the neon sun.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Afternoon grinds me into dust,
Tired eyes, a mind I can’t trust.
Think again, maybe, but —
Hope is a door that won’t unlock.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

At home after dinner, thought sneaks in,
Could it start now, could something begin?
But nothing moves, the silence stays,
Life’s not a fairy tale anyway.

Time for bed, I close my eyes,
Tomorrow repeats under greyer skies.
Sure it won’t happen, still I confess,
There’s always that 0.01%...

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did It Happen Yet? (Dub Version)

You know that terrifying moment when the fridge is empty, the table is dry, and the petrol station is ten miles away in the rain? That’s this track.

An oi-skank-dub meltdown, where boots stomp, guitars scratch, and the echo screams louder than your sober heartbeat. It’s the sound of a skinhead without his lager, fighting shadows, yelling at streetlights, and negotiating with the universe for just one more pint.

It’s angry. It’s funny. It’s thirsty.
Raise your empty glass — this is beer withdrawal in dub.

Lyrics:

Guitar scratches with reverb
Boots on pavement… dark road growls…
A shadow whispers: “No more bottles now…”

Empty table… glass turned dry,
Shattered pieces, make me wanna cry.
No foam, no head, no golden flood,
Just hollow silence pumping through my blood.

Long road crawling, petrol miles away,
Darkness mocks me, voices start to say:
“Oi, you’re weak without the brew,
Your fists are heavy but your throat stays blue!”

Tick… tock… bootsteps slow…
Heartbeat louder, ready to explode!
Guitar stabs skank on the off-beat… bass rumbles…

No way! Oi vey! I am out of beer again!
The bottle is empty and I already feel the pain!
No way! Oi vey! I am out of beer again!
This road to the station is my bloody ball and chain! 

Streetlights flicker, laugh at my rage,
Beer withdrawal rattling the cage!
Every step a war, every breath a fight,
Give me lager or I’ll smash this night!

– Empty bottle! (echo: bottle… bottle…)
– Hollow head! (echo: dead… dead…)
– No more beer! (echo: fear… fear…)
– Fill me instead!

No way! Oi vey! I am out of beer again!
The bottle is empty and I already feel the pain!
No way! Oi vey! I am out of beer again!
Skin and boots marching lonely in the rain!

Out Of Beer

🌴🔥 Imagine your shadows skanking in slow motion while the bassline rattles your chest and the offbeat guitar keeps you swaying. This reggae cut takes the ghost of a love you can’t escape and drapes it in sunshine — bittersweet, smoky, and groovy.

“Shadows drip, won’t fade from me…” becomes less of a curse and more of a chant, rolling like waves against the shore. Horns echo like distant calls, the mouth organ weeps like a midnight street singer, and a voice in the background teases: “poor you…”

It’s haunted love in reggae form — heavy on the dub reverb, light on the worry. Perfect for late-night rooftop smoke sessions, drifting city walks, or staring at the horizon wondering why the bass knows your secrets.

Turn it up, let it stalk you on the offbeat, and dance with your ghosts. 🎶

Lyrics:

Shadows drip, won’t fade from me
Every street, you’re all I see
Low flow, slow glow, deadly show
Where I stand or where I go

Can’t explain, can’t let it slide
You’re the hum I can’t deny
Midnight static in my head
Pulling on my every thread

Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
You have the key — will never be free
Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
Are you happy now to hear and see — such misery melody?

Cold flame, lost name, looping frame
Every move, you mark my name
Dead-end daylight, haunted nights
You rewire all my lights

Try to run, you rewind me
Same old reel, same old scene
You’re the glitch inside the glow
Negative flow in stereo

Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
You have the key — will never be free
Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
Are you happy now to hear and see — such misery melody?

Neon breath, the city slow
Harp like rain, the sirens low
Every step, you reappear
Mouth organ crying in my ear

Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
You have the key — will never be free
Come on and haunt me — stalk me — follow me and chase me
Are you happy now to hear and see — such misery melody?

Haunt Me (Reggae Version)

This dub track was born somewhere between enlightenment and mosquito bites — when the frogs started beatboxing and the moon dropped the bass.

“Fish Pond Melody” isn’t just music — it’s aquatic therapy with reverb. 🐟✨
Close your eyes, let your chakras wobble, and imagine your soul as a goldfish with a subwoofer.

Warning: prolonged listening may cause
— spontaneous serenity,
— unexplainable shoulder sways,
— and the sudden urge to whisper ‘you were meant to be’ to your bathtub.

🎧 Artist: Unbekannter Künstler
🎵 Track: Fish Pond Melody
💦 100% organic dub. No autotune, only amphibians.

Lyrics:

Night falls — softly —
Light breaks — slowly.
Mind drifts — open —
Heart stays — holy.

Fish pond, remedy,
Flow inside of me.
Stillness, energy —
You were meant to be.

No before, no after,
Only this — this water.
Every breath — reflection,
Every wave — direction.

Fish pond, remedy,
Flow inside of me.
Stillness, energy —
You were meant to be.

No sound, no gravity,
Only clarity.
Fish pond, remedy —
Stay inside of me.

Fish Pond Melody

Hold on to your Wi-Fi, boys — this chillwave x psycho dub trip is about to reboot your ego. 💅

“Female Nature” isn’t just a song — it’s a firmware update for the soul. Version 2.0, no patch notes, no rollback. She’s not your code to debug or your mirror trick to admire yourself in — she’s the reason your Bluetooth suddenly connects to emotions you didn’t even know you had.

This track slides like liquid neon through corporate walls, hacks your chakras, and politely sets your fire alarm off.
Bassline? Sultry. Vocals? Oracle-level. Mood? Like Medusa got a chillwave synth and decided to start a startup.

Press play, let the psycho-dub beat rewire your nervous system, and remember:
you can’t buy her, can’t fake her, can’t legislate her.
You can only vibe and hope she doesn’t ghost your entire species.

Lyrics:

She’s not your code to fix,
She’s not your mirror trick.
You can’t decode emotion,
You can only feel the motion.

She moves like water through concrete walls,
Her voice still echoes in corporate halls.
She’s been burned, but she’s still fire,
She’s the truth you can’t rewire.

This is female nature —
Soft and sharp, creator and breaker.
This is female nature —
You can’t buy it, can’t fake her.

She builds the city, then walks away,
Leaves behind colour where others go grey.
You write the rules — she bends the line,
She’s the reason you still feel divine.

She doesn’t ask for permission,
She doesn’t need your prediction.
She grows, she bleeds, she heals —
That’s how real power feels.

This is female nature —
Stronger than your legislature.
This is female nature —
Tender, fierce — future-maker.

Female nature…
Echo in the wires…
Female nature…
Set the world on fire.

She’s not a mystery to solve,
She’s the reason you evolve.
Female… nature…
Female… nature…

Female Nature

Tired of love songs? Good. This one’s for everyone whose heart got replaced by a loading circle. 💻

“I Don’t Wanna Give You Emotion” is the anthem for people who send “…” instead of feelings, whose Wi-Fi signal is stronger than their empathy, and who truly believe buffering is a dance move.

Imagine a Chillwave guru meditating in airplane mode while a toaster hums a dub baseline in the background — that’s the vibe. 🌴📡

Forget devotion, forget motion — just static screens, dopamine, and one lonely guy trying to out-vibe his own disconnection.

Perfect for:

Ghosting your therapist

Saying “I’m fine” with dead eyes

Rebooting your soul with 128 BPM sadness

🎵 No peace, no love, just lag and bass.

Lyrics:

Yeah — this one’s not for the lovers,
Not for the dreamers, not for the movers.
This one’s for the tired souls
Who turned the music down long ago.

I don’t wanna give you emotion,
I just wanna keep my distance clean.
No peace, no love, no wild devotion,
Just static screens and dopamine.

While you’re dancing, I’m buffering,
While you’re glowing, I’m suffering.
You call it rhythm — I call it noise,
You call it heaven — I lose my poise.

I don’t wanna give you emotion,
No feeling, no motion.
I don’t wanna give you emotion,
Just silence and corrosion.

I’m the preacher of disconnection,
Cold reflection, no affection.
I don’t need your peace or vibe,
I’m offline — dead inside.

No devotion in my station,
Only glitch and isolation.
While your heart beats 128,
Mine’s just buffering, running late.

You say “love will save the nation.”
I say — “check your notification.”
You give your heart; I give excuses.
You build a bridge — I cut the fuses.

I don’t wanna give you emotion,
No spark, no sweet explosion.
I don’t wanna give you emotion,
I’m the freeze in your ocean.

So keep your love parade in motion,
I’ll stay still — pure corrosion.
No devotion, no commotion —
Just me… and my emotionless notion.

I Don’t Wanna Give You Emotion

You ever fall in love with someone who only exists between 2:00 a.m. and your favorite reverb plugin? Yeah, same.

Ladies and gentlemen… what you’re about to hear is not just music — it’s an electronic holiday for your emotions! 🌴

A rhythm so smooth, even my record player started to unbutton its collar and said,
“Let’s just float tonight.”

There’s a dub humming in the corner, a chillwave drifting through the curtains —
and suddenly you think,
“Wait… did I just fall in love with a reverb tail?”

The bass?
Like a freshly ironed beach towel.
The melody?
So soft it probably spent two weeks at a spa in southern Austria.
And that groove?
Dances like it had one too many gin tonics with Falco last night. 🍸

This track fits any occasion:
Breakfast in silk pajamas, romantic disappointment in low lighting, or the quiet realization that your life is just one long fade-out with style.

So go on — press play.
If, halfway through, you feel yourself floating gently through Wi-Fi into a pastel-colored sunset —
then, my friends, the music works. 🎶

Lyrics:

Ocean air and city lights,
you appear, then fade from sight.
Every word just slips away,
like summer rain at end of day.

You smile — and I forget the time,
we drift in sync but out of line.
No heavy thoughts, no grand appeal,
just soft confusion — when you’re real.

When you’re real, the rhythm slows,
I lose the ground, the feeling flows.
Like a samba in the heat,
half retreat and half heartbeat.
When you’re real, I disappear,
still I wish that you were near.
Dancing shadows, shifting hue —
I’m still somewhere close to you.

We never learn, we never plan,
I reach for air, you take my hand.
You say it’s fine, it’s just a phase,
but night keeps stealing all our days.

So let it hum, so let it be,
the sound of you, the sound of me.
The world spins slow, the colors steal,
I fade to rhythm — when you’re real.

When you’re real, the rhythm slows,
I lose the ground, the feeling flows.
Like a samba in the heat,
half retreat and half heartbeat.
When you’re real, I disappear,
still I wish that you were near.
Dancing shadows, shifting hue —
I’m still somewhere close to you.

Low tide, soft light,
touch me in a dream tonight.
Say no more, just breathe and feel —
I’m alive when you’re real.

When you’re real… I disappear.
When you’re real… I disappear.
Just a spark in the blue,
still dancing with you.

When You’re Real

Title: My Face in the Crowd
Lyrics and arrangement by PRF Soundscapes (All rights reserved 2025)
Music style: dancehall / club dance
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In a crowded place, our eyes collide
One tiny moment… time rewind
Memories rushing, your gaze pulls me in
Praying you still feel what used to begin
I saw your face in the crowd 
Your face in the crowd. 

I hoped you’d see my face
Remember our time, our sacred place
Maybe to you it faded away
But for me it’s alive - it never decays
I hoped you’d remember my face in the crowd
My face in the crowd
My face in the crowd 

My face in the crowd
I saw your face in the crowd
We keep on searching
Faces in the crowd

A quiet smile, a hidden tear
Searching your eyes for the spark I fear
A sign that what we had was true
’Cause in my heart, it still pulls through.
I saw your face in the crowd
Your face in the crowd

I hoped you’d see my face,
I hoped it
I hoped it
I hoped you’d remember my face in the crowd,
My face in the crowd
My face in the crowd 

Time moved on, but here I stay,
Holding pieces of our yesterday.
If you could see the dreams I keep,
You’d hear your name in the nights I weep.
I saw your face in the crowd
Your face in the crowd

I hoped you’d remember my face,
My face in the crowd

Here I stand, in the echo of us,
Clinging to memories I still trust.
I hoped you’d feel the love unbound…
When you see my face
My face in the crowd 
My face in the crowd

My Face in the Crowd

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