RIGHT SAID FRED - I'M TOO SEXY - CLIP

RIGHT SAID FRED - DEEPLY DIPPY -CLIP

RIGHT SAID FRED - DON'T TALK JUST KISS -CLIP

Stream here: ffm.to/maellaslowburnep
Song written by Maella
Produced by Steven Ansell, Maella.

Something tells me we’re not meant to be
Yeah it’s crazy how I believed 
And if I go then please don’t follow me
If I’m honest I gotta leave

Tudu Tudu Tu 
Tudu Tudu Tu

Starting Over
Starting Over 

When it rains then it hits me
I’m attached to the thought of you 
And the pain feels like i’m trying
I’m done with justifying

Yeah when it rains then it hits me 
i'm already over you 
And the fact is that we're lying
cause the truth is terrifying

Something tells me we’re not meant to be
Yeah it’s crazy how I believed 
And if I go then please don’t follow me
If I’m honest I gotta leavee

Tudu Tudu Tu 
Tudu Tudu Tu

Cause when it rains then it hits me
I’m attached to the thought of you 
And the pain feels like i’m trying
I’m done with justifying

Yeah when it rains then it hits me 
i'm already over you 
And the fact is that we're lying
cause the truth is terrifying

Tudu Tudu Tu

[Intro Chorus]
The good, the bad, the ugly—it’s all you.
The good, the bad, the ugly—what else can I do?
The good, the bad, the ugly—you’re always on my mind.
The good, the bad, the ugly—I see you through closed eyes.

[Verse 1]
I am counting the cracks in the kitchen floor,
While your shadow lingers by the door.
You’re a mess of colors, a clashing design,
But I keep pretending that you’re still mine.

You’re the record that skips but still sounds sweet,
A crooked melody I can’t repeat.
Your good feels sharp, your bad feels numb,
And the ugly is the love I keep running from.

[Chorus]
The good, the bad, the ugly—it’s all you.
The good, the bad, the ugly—what else can I do?
The good, the bad, the ugly—you’re always on my mind.
The good, the bad, the ugly—I see you through closed eyes.

[Verse 2]
You’re a coffee stain on my favorite shirt,
A beautiful ache that somehow hurts.
We’re vintage, cracked, a Polaroid blur,
A picture of love that’s too unsure.

We speak in riddles, we dance in flames,
I’m trapped in your puzzle, your endless game.
Your good feels distant, your bad cuts deep,
The ugly's the promise I’ll never keep.

[Chorus]
The good, the bad, the ugly—it’s all you.
The good, the bad, the ugly—what else can I do?
The good, the bad, the ugly—you’re always on my mind.
The good, the bad, the ugly—I see you through closed eyes.

[Bridge]
I keep writing you in every song,
The good stays short, the bad’s too long.
The ugly’s a shadow that won’t let go,
But I’m still here, you already know.

[Chorus]
The good, the bad, the ugly—it’s all you.
The good, the bad, the ugly—what else can I do?
The good, the bad, the ugly—you’re always on my mind.
The good, the bad, the ugly—I see you through closed eyes.
The good, the bad, the ugly—it’s all you.
The good, the bad, the ugly—what else can I do?

[Outro]
The good, the bad, the ugly—it pulls me in.
A carousel of shadows, where does it begin?
The good, the bad, the ugly—it twists the night.
A love like smoke, fading out of sight.

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

This one's for the overthinkers, the self-doubters, and the “yeah-but-it-wasn’t-that-hard” crowd.
🎸 A jangle pop / indie rock / post-punk anthem for everyone who downplays their own achievements — like fixing the sink without Googling it, or calling your mom after six months and pretending it was “no big deal.”

The guitars shimmer like sunshine on a half-painted wall. The bass grooves like it knows your secret feelings. And the vocals? Half deadpan, half love letter — calling you out with a smirk and a hug.

“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say.”
It’s more than a hook — it’s your emotional pep talk in disguise.

Perfect for walking home after doing something mildly impressive and pretending it didn’t matter. But it did. And we noticed.

Lyrics:

You said, “It’s no big deal, just fixed the sink”
Didn’t flood the place — you poured a drink
“You call that a win?” you laugh and sigh
But you didn’t even Google it, my guy

Burnt the toast, but made the eggs
Painted half the wall, missed both legs
You always say, “C’mon, that was lame”
But you're the only one who showed up to the game

Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say
Maybe it was dumb, maybe it was small
But you didn’t trip, you didn’t stall
So don’t pretend it meant nothing today —
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

You say, “It’s nothing — just called my mom”
But you haven’t dialed in six damn months
You fixed a fuse with chewing gum
Then said, “It’s temporary — I’m not dumb”

You found your keys in the freezer tray
Signed up for yoga, lasted one day
But I saw you try, and that’s the thing
You always joke, but you still bring

Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say
It ain’t about style, it ain’t about speed
You showed up when someone had a need
So don’t act like it was just cliché —
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

You laugh it off, you roll your eyes
But I know where the real you hides
In the quiet wins, the little fights
You keep on walking through the night

Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway — you still got it done, I gotta say
You won’t admit it, but I can tell
You did just fine — you did it well
So come on, own your weird ballet —
Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway

Anyway

“Chihuahua in Prada” is a glam-pop satire for the ones who walk like a runway and think like a revolution.
A sparkling anthem for the soft rebels, the lipgloss leaders, and anyone who's ever turned heartbreak into high fashion.
🎤 Vocals recorded by me, built over an AI-generated instrumental — because creating your own world means mixing all the tools that serve it.
If you've ever felt too much, looked too good, and cared too deeply —
this one’s for your inner diva.

Chihuahua in Prada

I Hope For You” is a duet that blends lo-fi indie bedroom pop into something fragile, playful, and nostalgic. Built on toy-like percussion — plastic drums, handclaps, shaker eggs — and melodic hooks from xylophone and toy piano, the song captures the innocence of childhood with the raw honesty of indie confessionals. Warm, slightly distorted vocals carry an intimate duet delivery, wrapped in dreamy reverb and tape-style imperfections that give it a cozy DIY bedroom feel. Quirky, nostalgic, and catchy — a fragile little song that still dares to rise.

#DJOracle
#IHopeForYou

I Hope For You

 “Parallax Factor” – a retro-futuristic electronic pop journey inspired by the 1980s synthwave era.

Parallax Factor

A nostalgic, tongue-in-cheek journey through the revolutionary spirit of the 1960s — reimagined through the retro-futuristic lens of 1980s-style electronic pop music.

Victim Of the 60s

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Doksy. is a songwriter from British Columbia, whose music blends the soulful rhythms of indie, contemporary R&B, and psychedelic pop.

#Doksy. #Songwriter #Instrumental #Vocal #Producer

DJ Oracle | Multi-Genre Music Producer, Songwriter & Festival DJ

If you hear it, I wrote it

My Focus:
Industry says: “Focus on one genre to build a fanbase.”
I say: “I’ll master them all.”

My writing isn't meant to be confined to one playlist category. Every moment is a mood, every lyric is a poem, and every song tells a story. I refuse to limit myself. Writing music across genres isn’t just a skill—it’s my passion. I have no desire to change who I am to meet industry expectations.

Genre = Mood
Lyrics = Poems
Music = Story

Where Am I Today?
I can write in any genre, any language, and on any topic. I have access to any instrument and can create with any vocal style—male or female. But at my core, I am a writer, not an entertainer.
I feel timid stepping in front of a microphone—exposing myself vocally is still a challenge. There are skills to master and fears to overcome before I record my own voice or perform live. But I am comfortable behind the DJ decks.

Where Am I Going?
As I navigate my place in the music industry, my goal is to split my music into three primary genres and sign with labels that align with each sound:

EDM – #SpinninRecords, #Monstercat, #UltraRecords
South Florida Country Pop – #BigMachineRecords, #CurbRecords
Everything Else – TBD

Next Steps for Me:
✔ Write daily and publish new music weekly
✔ Finish EDM albums: #IWantToDestroyYou and #AlicesSonicJourney
✔ Intern with an established DJ – @PhilHarrisMusic
✔ Start publishing behind-the-scenes content
✔ License a song or album to a record label or collaborate with an artist to expose my music and make money

I know social media is necessary, but it’s far outside my comfort zone. Sharing the creative process, the "sauce" behind the songs, feels vulnerable. But I also know that if I want my music to be heard, I need to open that door—even if it’s uncomfortable.

This is my journey. Let’s see where it leads.

#DJOracle #MusicWithoutLimits #MultiGenreProducer #Songwriter #FestivalDJ #EDM #CountryPop #MusicStorytelling

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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!

Pop, electro, acoustic, house, quirky, platinum selling, 5 x BMI Award winners and 2 x Ivor Novello Award winning independent British pop band.

Lyricist, vocalist, keyboard player for Modern Chant 1980s. 
Co-composer, vocalist, lyricist, keyboard player, Impressionist Music improvising collective 1990s-2000s. 
Vocalist with Medusa singing Goddess acapella 2000s. 
Collaborated with Dale Chant, Marc Tracey, Chris Parthenides, Roland Seidel, Riley Jordan

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