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André Weill background loop (FREE DOWNLOAD)

The Drum and Bass musical genre recreated only with orchestral instruments

Drum and Bass (Hyper Classicism reload)

Funk groove creeping through the banquet of waste
Plates piled high while the hunger got traced
In the land of plenty we discard the feast
Leftovers stacking up where the hunger ceased

We walk through the supermarket like royalty in robes
Cart full of treasures while the earth collects the probes
Banquets of ruins on the aisles we stroll
We buy and we toss, never filling the hole
Old electronics in boxes, food in the bin
Excess is the anthem we sing with a grin
Enough for a village, enough for the globe
Yet somewhere a stomach echoes in the cold
We dine like kings at a table of trash
Silverware clinks while the landfill grows fast
Every extra steak, every gadget not used
Becomes a chapter in the waste we refused
Trop plein dans des ventres vides, we call it success
But the emptiness screams in the junk we compress

Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Banquets of ruins stacking up the hill
Full plates, empty souls, we dance in the fill
Too much in the belly, not enough in the will
Feast while we spill
Stacking up the hill
We dance in the fill
Not enough in the will

The couch holds gadgets we never touched
The freezer groans under meals unchanged, untouched
We brag about the kitchen full enough to feed a town
But outside the gate the hunger still wears a crown
We spin the talk-box, smile through the track
While the drums echo waste in the silent crack
The landfill’s a mountain where our dinner ends
And the mountain’s our conscience we pretend to suspend
Objects become ghosts that we can’t repurpose
Meals become monuments of the surface
Consumption’s the game and the surplus we yield
But beneath the glamour the hunger is real
We feast on abundance, forget the cost
Leftovers for the landfill while the rest is lost

Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Banquets of ruins stacking up the hill
Full plates, empty souls, we dance in the fill
Too much in the belly, not enough in the will

Look at the bins behind the stores, they glisten in neon
A buffet of dumpsters shining while the hunger goes on
We built the fridge fortress with doors wide and tall
Yet a child in the dark fears the fridge’s deadly call
We toast with champagne while the bread rots away
We celebrate fullness but our pockets betray
The game’s rigged: produce more, consume more, waste more
But bodies of the needy still knock at the door

Feast while we spill
Stacking up the hill
We dance in the fill
Not enough in the will

Banquets of ruins, yes we said it before
But now we’re stepping through the chords of the score
Boxes unopened, meals never begun
And landfills eating everything when the day is done
We gotta question the feast, we gotta feel the spill
Too much in our hands, too little in the will
Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Until the mountain collapses, until we feel the real

Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Banquets of ruins stacking up the hill
Full plates, empty souls, we dance in the fill
Too much in the belly, not enough in the will
Feast while we spill
Stacking up the hill
We dance in the fill
Not enough in the will

Leftovers for the Landfill

I woke at dawn before the prairie sun, saddle strapped, my day begun  
Dust on boots, horse’s breath in my ear, I ride this land where I refuse to fear  
No man’s shadow tells me how to steer, I raise the brand and hold my ground right here  
Wind at my back, open sky above, I claim my place not by luck but by love  

In the saddle I stand, nothing slows me down  
Ranch-girl’s heart, strong as the frontier ground  
Whip cracks the rhythm, I’m free and proud and found  
Ride with me, where no limits are bound  

Cattle lowing in twilight’s glow, I take the reins, let my purpose show  
Storms will come, but I hold the line, own my rope, my courage by design  
They say “sit still”, I say “ride on through”, this ranch, this life I built it true  
Sunset fading into desert night, I light the fire, hold the torch of fight  

In the saddle I stand, nothing slows me down  
Ranch-girl’s heart, strong as the frontier ground  
Whip cracks the rhythm, I’m free and proud and found  
Ride with me, where no limits are bound  

Here I carve my name in the wild wind’s song  
I answer only to the land I belong  
Through dust and thunder, I claim my time  
My voice, my path, on this endless line  

In the saddle I stand, nothing slows me down  
Ranch-girl’s heart, strong as the frontier ground  
Whip cracks the rhythm, I’m free and proud and found  
Ride with me, where no limits are bound  

In the saddle I stand, where freedom’s crowned  

Ranch-girl’s heart

A relentless industrial rhythm of hydraulics, servo pulses, and welding sparks drives the sentry system. 
Metal slams sync like code, in a mechanical ballet of defense.

Sentry Guns Scan

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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