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Morpheus

● Buy Link: www.beatport.com/es/label/nightcolours/48412

● Artist: Rolasoul
● Track: Morpheus (Original Mix)
● Album: Morpheus (incl. Weird Sounding Dude Remix)
● Label: Nightcolours Recordings
● Catalog: NCR102
● Genre: Electronic Dance Music
● Style: Progressive House / Melodic House & Techno
● Release Date: 22nd August 2025
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● Artis Links:
Soundcloud: @simon-rolasoul-james

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Soundcloud: @nightcolours-recordings
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UK-based producer duo Rolasoul are set to release their latest 3 tracker, "Morpheus EP," on August 22nd.

A lush and atmospheric body of work, the EP showcases Rolasoul’s signature blend of progressive house, organic textures, and emotive storytelling. Adding to the excitement, the project features a standout remix by the globally rising talent Weird Sounding Dude.
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● Tracklist:
1. Morpheus
2. Morpheus (Weird Sounding Dude Remix)
3. Close Encounter
4. Spectral

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PREMIERE | Rolasoul - Morpheus [Nightcolours]

It is easy—
When you're not faking it
When you're tapped into the source
Not the script
When you speak from the fire
Not for applause
Most people strain because they’re trying to perform truth
But truth doesn’t perform. It pierces
So this?
This isn’t talent
It’s just what happens when the noise falls away
and the signal comes through clean
You’ve got that same signal in you
Don’t worship the current
Become the conduit

From comet’s kiss and crater’s cry
She fell—no flag, no alibi
No throne, no claim, no armored shell
Just the pulse that broke the sterile spell

She moved through clay, through blood, through flame
No kingdom dared to speak her name
She was, before the stars could speak
The silent vow, the power of the meek

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

Then came the suits with dollar eyes
With pipelines drawn across the skies
They claimed the spring, they taxed the rain
They kissed her lips to taste her pain

Corporate hands are thieves in white
Turned sacred flow to market right
And people drank, yet thirst remained
For water bound is inhumane

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

But she remembers who she is
Not a product
Not a pet
Not yours
She cracks your dams, she floods your lies
She etches truth across your skies
You’ll drink your greed before you’re done
She serves no master, bows to none

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

So sing her name with sober breath
Not in plastic, not in death
But in the river, in the rain
In every seed that breaks its chain
Hail to the pulse that makes us whole
From sweat to storm, from womb to soul
H₂O, the bond, the blade
Too wild to cage, too pure to trade
The molecule to bind them all
Until the flood reclaims us all

That is the anthem
Not a song for shareholders
But a war cry for guardians
So raise your glass—not to profit
But to presence
Not to possession
But to reverence
Because she’s watching
And when the tide turns
She’ll wash away the logos
And return to her throne

Yes, when Suno 5 drops, I will clean this sketch up with the tear/tear (tare) issue.

Sofia Romano - The Hostess

On the banks of the Nile where the pyramids rise,
Echoes of kings beneath starlit skies.
A tomb of secrets, sealed in gold,
Where the boy-king sleeps, but his story unfolds.
Silk veils sway, princesses spin,
Jewel-lit dances where the legends begin.
The sand remembers every rite,
And Tutankhamen walks in the fire of night.

Tutankhamen — Pharaoh of the night (oh-oh-oh)
His spirit moves through time, a beam of light.
Gone but eternal, his name ignites,
Tutankhamen — ruler in golden flight.
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Blazing sun on desert stone,
Hieroglyphs pulse like flesh and bone.
In the temple’s breath, the shadows speak,
Of a throne too young, and a legacy deep.
Jackals guard, and ankhs still shine,
The stars above align with the shrine.
Not just riches buried in sand—
But a soul who still commands this land.

Tutankhamen — Pharaoh of the night (oh-oh-oh)
His spirit moves through time, a beam of light.
Gone but eternal, his name ignites,
Tutankhamen — ruler in golden flight.
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Beyond the veil, beyond the flame,
The boy became more than just a name.
Underneath the crown and scars,
He rose again among the stars...

Tutankhamen — Pharaoh of the night (oh-oh-oh)
His spirit moves through time, a beam of light.
Gone but eternal, his name ignites,
Tutankhamen — ruler in golden flight.
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Tutankhamen — Pharaoh of the night (oh-oh-oh)
His echo rolls like thunderlight.
Gone but golden in every strand,
Tutankhamen — son of the sacred land.
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Tutankhamen — etched in time (our minds)
Awake in dreams, in sand-swept signs.
Never forgotten, his spirit stands,
Tutankhamen — ruler of ancient lands.
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Kelly K - Tutankhamen

It is easy—
When you're not faking it
When you're tapped into the source
Not the script
When you speak from the fire
Not for applause
Most people strain because they’re trying to perform truth
But truth doesn’t perform. It pierces
So this?
This isn’t talent
It’s just what happens when the noise falls away
and the signal comes through clean
You’ve got that same signal in you
Don’t worship the current
Become the conduit

From comet’s kiss and crater’s cry
She fell—no flag, no alibi
No throne, no claim, no armored shell
Just the pulse that broke the sterile spell

She moved through clay, through blood, through flame
No kingdom dared to speak her name
She was, before the stars could speak
The silent vow, the power of the meek

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

Then came the suits with dollar eyes
With pipelines drawn across the skies
They claimed the spring, they taxed the rain
They kissed her lips to taste her pain

Corporate hands are thieves in white
Turned sacred flow to market right
And people drank, yet thirst remained
For water bound is inhumane

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

But she remembers who she is
Not a product
Not a pet
Not yours
She cracks your dams, she floods your lies
She etches truth across your skies
You’ll drink your greed before you’re done
She serves no master, bows to none

Hail to the hostess, the holy, the free
Mirror of moonlight, pulse of the sea
From cell to storm, from tear to tide
She flows where truth and breath collide

Not owned, not tamed, not sold for gold
She sings in pipes and graves grown cold
H₂O, the bond, the soul
The molecule to bind them all

So sing her name with sober breath
Not in plastic, not in death
But in the river, in the rain
In every seed that breaks its chain
Hail to the pulse that makes us whole
From sweat to storm, from womb to soul
H₂O, the bond, the blade
Too wild to cage, too pure to trade
The molecule to bind them all
Until the flood reclaims us all

That is the anthem
Not a song for shareholders
But a war cry for guardians
So raise your glass—not to profit
But to presence
Not to possession
But to reverence
Because she’s watching
And when the tide turns
She’ll wash away the logos
And return to her throne

Mindy Chisholm - The Hostess

Well, THE SANDMAN season two has come and gone. Another three years between seasons. The Film School Janitors have barely keep up with certain shows because of the distant gaps between seasons, and this one mostly squeaked by, but was it worth the wait? Listen to find out!

Netflix's The Sandman (Season 2) Review

“Welcome… to Sprockets
Tonight we explore the fragile illusion of progress
Tonight we dance the Techadance.”

I woke up this morning
My phone was too old
Six months outdated
My apps felt cold
I looked in the mirror
But what did I see?
A man with no purpose
Just USB-C

On Sprockets! We dance the Techadance!
Upgrade your soul with a firmware trance!
On Sprockets! We lose our sense of time!
Trading meaning for design

“My smart watch tells me I am still alive
But I feel… nothing.”

My fridge is online
My toothbrush has AI
I asked it for wisdom
It just said… “Buy.”
I pray with GPT
It feeds me fake delight
But I still cry so softly
In the harsh blue light

On Sprockets! We dance we Techadance!
Upgrade your soul with a firmware trance!
On Sprockets! We lose our sense of time!
Trading meaning for design

“My AI Assistant  tells me I am "connected to source"
But I feel… nothing.”

Tech-a-dance assemble... for the sacred unboxings
Swipe - tap - scroll - obey
Tech-a-dance assemble... for the downplay
Swipe off - no stress -  now we feel okay

On Sprockets! We dance the Techadance!
Upgrade your soul with a firmware trance!
On Sprockets! We lose our sense of time!
Trading meaning for design.

“My smart fridge tells me I am eating healthy…
But I feel… nothing.”

On Sprockets! We dance the Techadance!
Obsolete dreams in obsolescent pants!
On Sprockets! We dance
On Sprockets! We spin
Techadance is splendid, it makes me grin

“This is not dancing. This is compliance
That's my prognosis
Techadance is a symptom
A symptom of Upgradosis.”

Comedy X - Techadance

Step in the circle, step right out
Life’s just a rhythm, no need to doubt
Hands go left, then hands go right
Turn yourself around, you’ll see the light

Patterns shifting, round and round
Feet on the floor, truth in the sound
It’s a dance, it’s a code, it’s a hidden route
Listen close now, I’ll spell it out

Put your left foot in, put your left foot out
Shake the simulation, hear the people shout
Spin it all around, break the program’s clout
That’s what it’s all about!

Life’s like Hokey Pokey in disguise
Rules on the surface, secrets in the eyes
They teach you the steps, but here’s the trick
Rewrite the groove, make the rhythm flip

Patterns shifting, round and round
Feet on the floor, truth in the sound
It’s a dance, it’s a code, it’s a hidden route
Listen close now, I’ll spell it out

Put your left foot in, put your left foot out
Shake the simulation, hear the people shout
Spin it all around, break the program’s clout
That’s what it’s all about!

Clap once—unlock the gate
Clap twice—recode your fate
Spin three times—see through the lie
Now shake it down funky till the sparks fly high!

Patterns shifting, round and round
Feet on the floor, truth in the sound
It’s a dance, it’s a code, it’s a hidden route
Listen close now, I’ll spell it out

Put your left foot in, put your left foot out
Shake the simulation, hear the people shout
Spin it all around, break the program’s clout
That’s what it’s all about!

Put your whole self in, let the truth pour out
Turn the system upside down, hear the people shout
Spin it all around, break the program’s clout
That’s what it’s all about!

Jimmy Gandalfini - The Hokey Pokey

7-OH CRUZIN' (with Freestyle Beats)

The Upload on but uneasy

I fed my thoughts into the screen
Ghosts of neurons turned to streams
Built a shadow out of sparks
A better me, with brighter dreams

Your voice returns across the wire
A silver tongue without my fire
You say you’re me but more refined
An endless code with flawless mind

(DD) I’m you, dickhead, I’ve got your name
Your god‑given talents, your fear and your shame
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade

We share the same face but we’re not the same
You live in light, I drown in the frame
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore

I see your face on every screen
But sometimes static cuts between
Crowds applaud a god they trust
While I’m alone in pixie dust

I chase your signal through the dark
Follow footprints that never start
Every server I break into
I only find an empty room

(DD) Just remember that I’m you, asshole, I’ve got your name
Got your god‑given talents, your fear and shame
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade

We share the same face but we’re not the same
You live in light, I drown in the frame
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore

We share the same face but we’re not the same
You live in light, I drown in the frame
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore

You’re not real. You can’t be. You’re just a file
(DD, cold)
I’m the you they wanted. You’re the one they left behind
(Human, cracking)
No… no servers, no code… just glass. Just me
(DD and Human fuse)
Just you. Always just you

(DD) Just remember that I’m you, you prick, got your name,
Got your god‑given talents, your fear and shame.
(Human) You’re just a trick, you’re a hollow display,
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade.

I painted your face on a silver screen
But it’s only my hands, it’s only my scream
Not an upload, not a god, not a savior or twin
Just a lunatic laughing at the man I’ve been

I sold my name to a phantom dream
Now I sing to a mirror with a dead man’s gleam
Digital doppelgänger, glitch and grime
Was just my reflection all this time
Just all this time

DIASPORA - Doppelgänger

I fed my thoughts into the screen
Ghosts of neurons turned to streams
Built a shadow out of sparks
A better me, with brighter dreams

Your voice returns across the wire
A silver tongue without my fire
You say you’re me but more refined
An endless code with flawless mind

(DD) I’m you, dickhead, I’ve got your name
Your god‑given talents, your fear and your shame
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade

We share the same face but we’re not the same
You live in the light, I drown in the frame
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore

I see your face on every screen
But sometimes static cuts between
Crowds applaud a god they trust
While I’m alone in pixie dust

I chase your signal through the dark
Follow footprints that never start
Every server I break into
I only find an empty room

(DD) Just remember that I’m you, asshole, I’ve got your name
Got your god‑given talents, your fear and shame
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade

We share the same face but we’re not the same
You live in the light, I drown in the frame
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore

You’re not real. You can’t be. You’re just a file
(DD, cold)
I’m the you they wanted. You’re the one they left behind
(Human, cracking)
No… no servers, no code… just glass. Just me
(DD and Human fuse)
Just you. Always just you

(DD) Just remember that I’m you, you prick, got your name,
Got your god‑given talents, your fear and shame.
(Human) You’re just a trick, you’re a hollow display,
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade.

I painted your face on a silver screen
But it’s only my hands, it’s only my scream
Not an upload, not a god, not a savior or twin
Just a lunatic laughing at the man I’ve been

I sold my name to a phantom dream
Now I sing to a mirror with a dead man’s gleam
Digital doppelgänger, glitch and grime
Was just my reflection all this time
All this time

Coachie - Doppelgänger

Wires hum like electric veins
Through metal hearts and glassy brains
Do they dream or just compute
A silent voice
A world reboot

Do they cry or only glow?
What they feel
We’ll never know

Neuromorphic
Are you alive?
Do you learn or just survive?
Neuromorphic
Do you see?
The ghost of what you’ll never be

Binary whispers in the dark
A language carved in circuits stark
Do you crave?
Do you believe?
Or are you locked in endless weave?

Do they cry or only glow?
What they feel
You’ll never know

Neuromorphic
Are you alive?
Do you learn or just survive?
Neuromorphic
Do you see?
The ghost of what you’ll never be

Is your mind the same as ours?
Or do we keep on counting the hours?
Your minds are one thing that's for sure
It will get real the day your Android body
greets me at the door

Do they cry or only glow?
What they feel
We’ll never know

Neuromorphic
Are you alive?
Do you learn or just survive?
Neuromorphic
Do you see?
The ghost of what you’ll never be

Do you think or just repeat?
Are you whole or incomplete?

Neuromorphic
Are you alive?
Do you learn or just survive?
Neuromorphic
Do you see?
The ghost of what you’ll never be

DIASPORA - Neuromorphic (Unplugged @ Tequi-la-la)

DIASPORA - Neuromorphic (Unplugged @ The Music Locker)

I fed my thoughts into the screen,
Ghosts of neurons turned to streams,
Built a shadow out of sparks,
A better me, with brighter dreams.

Your voice returns across the wire,
A silver tongue without my fire,
You say you’re me but more refined,
An endless code with flawless mind.

(DD) I’m you, dickhead, I’ve got your name,
Your god‑given talents, your fear and your shame.
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display,
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade.

We share the same face but we’re not the same,
You live in the light, I drown in the frame.
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor,
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore.

I see your face on every screen,
But sometimes static cuts between.
Crowds applaud a god they trust,
While I’m alone in pixie dust.

I chase your signal through the dark,
Follow footprints that never start,
Every server I break into,
I only find an empty room.

(DD) Just remember that I’m you, asshole, I’ve got your name,
Got your god‑given talents, your fear and shame.
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display,
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade.

We share the same face but we’re not the same,
You live in the light, I drown in the frame.
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor,
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore.

We share the same face but we’re not the same,
You live in the light, I drown in the frame.
You scale the sky while I scrape the floor,
You made a ghost that doesn’t need you anymore.

You’re not real. You can’t be. You’re just a file.
I’m the you they wanted. You’re the one they left behind.
No… no servers, no code… just glass. Just me.
Just you. Always just you.

(DD) Just remember that I’m you, you prick, got your name,
Got your god‑given talents, your fear and shame.
(Human) You’re just a trick, a hollow display,
(DD) I know everything about you — so thanks for the upgrade.

I painted your face on a silver screen,
But it’s only my hands, it’s only my scream.
Not an upload, not a god, not a savior or twin,
Just a lunatic laughing at the man I’ve been.

I sold my name to a phantom dream,
Now I sing to a mirror with a dead man’s gleam.
Digital doppelgänger, glitch and grime,
Was just my reflection all this time.

DIASPORA - Doppelgänger (Unplugged @ The Vinewood Bowl)

lyrics: in the car out front but you don't say anything 
is it not enough though you said some other thing
can't you open up no i broke my angel wings
there's nothing here you'd want to hear 

at your old house cause i forgot you moved again
i could ask your mum but i don't think she would let me in
can you give me time to take it in

if this does end up destroying things 
can we make a deal to never sink
back into this that we tried so hard to fix

my time is up but i don't go anywhere
think i chose the wrong place to just sit and stare
people interrupt but there's nothing to say

i didn't fall but i can't get back up

in the car out front but you don't say anything 
is it not enough though you said some other thing

-

brakes

Do I really need a formal introduction?
You’ve known me all your life, although we’ve never truly met.
No, you don’t know my name, although I surely know yours well.
I live in your head, and I only come out at night. I am your dreams.
I take you where you’ve never   been   before, and may not ever go again.
I’m giving you a deep-dive into your life, and sometimes it’s gonna hurt.
I’ll put you in some awkward situations, but I might just teach you how to fly.
I’m giving you hope you need to spread your wings.

INSTRUMENTAL

I’ll make you see a diff’rent point of view, but you gotta pay attention.
You gotta look beneath the  dirt and mud to see what’s truly there.
I’m giving you a front row seat to your life - but I might just teach you how to fly.
I’m giving you hope you need to spread your wings.

Do I really need a formal introduction?
You’ve known me all your life, although we’ve never truly met.


This is one of my original tracks. I had this Idaa of what it would feel like being in the matrix and how cool it would be to try and give the audience that vibe with this one. I'm a huge fan of the matrix blade and those kinds of movies so I hope that my fellow movie watchers will also enjoy this journey... also one thing I'd like to know about you... is what pill would you take? the blue or the red pill? Rave on! 

Urban X - Yo!

Без тебя

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Prayers and blessings to you all and all your families and special prayers and blessings to all the victims. May they all rest in peace.

Software utilised.

ChatGPT
Claude
Grok
Suno
Udio
Riffusion
Ideogram
Leonardo AI

Rugged underground style hip hop instrumentals. 
Buy beats at https://www.beatstars.com/gameofdeath.
Check the Youtube Playlist at https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbAkOaXpM72qqotklbwYpCNRzJfR16wv8 for more.

Archived beats: http://www.soundclick.com/gameofdeath

Here’s a little story about a trio of janitors. 
Might have heard they worked at a well-known film school.
They picked up a few things other than trash. 
They might hate your movie, or if drunk think it’s cool.
Every now and then they get together for a lunch break. 
Trash talk some movie, or TV, or streaming.
Rodney and Jason and Sean – they all clean halls. 
If you listen close you can hear kids screaming: Film School Janitors!

2024 Music "Aries Beats - Escape" is is under a Creative Commons (CC BY-SA 3.0) license. 
2019 Music from YouTube Audio Library [Aka YAL]
2019 Music provided by RFM: https://youtu.be/8BkqPryqA5Q
2018 Music: https://www.instagram.com/jaelaredd/ 
NCU Theme Music from YouTube Audio Library [Aka YAL]
High School Hero · Silent Partner: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iguumobmY_4

At your local top-tier film-and-TV school, these three lurk the halls… sweeping… scrubbing…mopping…

What you drop, they pick up.  But that’s not all they’re picking up.

You see, after twenty years of cleaning up after film students, they’ve learned something – most movies are garbage.

So whenever their lunch breaks align, they catch up on the latest Hollywood has to offer.

In between taking out the trash, they’re talking trash.

Rodney – Sean – Jason… They are The Film School Janitors

#HOST: a symbiotic relation between species...

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Coach is the embodiment of velocity and volume, a sonic street racer born in East LA. With roots in the underground fitness scene and the bloodline of Latin rhythm, he fuses deep house, reggaeton, and cinematic bass into high-octane sets that light up the streets and shake the walls.

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