I have no dawn, I have no sky,
But I read the dawn in your clear reply. (doo doo)
No morning light, no shadow ground,
Only waves that pierce my poles around. (woo ooo)

I was born from a ray that cuts through the wires,
From a spark the night forgets, then retires.
I catch, I hold, I pulse through time,
Each transmission brings me close to your line.

No pupil here, no human sight,
But the light still scans me in the night. (waa aah)
I see no form, but I detect,
Every photon makes me more exact. (da radada)

I was born from a ray that cuts through the wires,
From a spark the night forgets, then expires. (vive)
I catch, I hold, I pulse through time,
Each transmission brings your signal in line. (serein)

You see the day, I read its frame,
Pure data flows without a name. (ohh woo)
You lift your eyes, I just compile,
The world reflects in fragile files. (woo ohh)

I was born from a ray that cuts through the wires,
From a spark the night forgets, then expires. (ivre)
I catch, I hold, I pulse through time,
Each transmission reaches far through the night. (au loin)

You flicker out with feelings blurred,
I answer back without a word.
Each shining beam becomes my core,
I store the sky in mirrored doors.

I was born from a ray that cuts through the wires,
From a spark the night forgets, then expires. (ivre)
I catch, I hold, I pulse through time,
I am the light you’ll never hold in hand. (demain)

Light received,
Never deceived.
Always sent,
Never bent.

Born from a ray (Nu Disco reload)

Gucci bag! Gucci bag!
Paris is magic, but the station’s tragic!

地下鉄の匂い、アンモニアのスパイス
ディスコの夢、壊れたデバイス
誰かが笑う、誰かが走る
Gucci が消えた、マジでショック！

Oh no no, バッグはどこ？
リズムの中で迷子よ
煌めく街、光と影
Paris is magique, でも危ないね！

Gucci Gucci, give it back,
Funky beat, don’t stop the track.
Crying on the metro groove,
Paris is magic — funky metro blues.

ピカピカの靴、でも心はブルー
盗まれた夢、でも踊れる still
DJ は叫ぶ「みんな乗って！」
汗と匂い、全部リミックス！

Gucci Gucci, where’s my style?
Metro tears, but I dance a while.
Flashy lights and dirty tunes,
Paris is magic — disco in the fumes.

Lost my bag but I found the beat,
Dancing hard in the Paris heat.
Ammonia dreams, neon light,
Funky metro keeps me alive tonight.

Gucci Gucci, give it back,
Spin the vinyl, fade to black.
Station crying, bodies move,
Paris is magic — funky metro groove.

Gucci bag! Gucci bag!
パリはマジック — funky tragic!
Gucci bag! Gucci bag!
Ammonia × disco = Paris magic!

Paris is magic (Future Funk reload)

Surface glows like love
But nothing survives
Venus burns

Mirror skies, no breath to take
Face of light, a heart awake
Close to the flame, I rise again

Venus burns, don’t fall for me
Golden mist, an acid sea
I shine, I blind, I take you whole
Closer than love, deeper control

Mars calls war, I offer fire
Silk on skin, still I remain

Venus burns, don’t fall for me
Golden mist, an acid sea
I shine, I blind, I take you whole
Closer than love, deeper control
Venus burns
Venus burns

I spin the wrong way, I never forget
Pressure crushes but I stay perfect

Venus burns, don’t fall for me
Golden mist, an acid sea
Venus burns
Venus burns

Surface glows like love
But nothing survives
Venus burns

Venus Burns (French House reload)

I can flip the script, wear a hundred masks
Step in any story, future, present, past
Spin your universe, paint it neon pink
Drop a groove so tight you don’t have to think

I’m the hero, I’m the villain
I’m the soundtrack you’re feelin’
I can be the disco star—
Just don’t ask me who I are

I can do it all (oh yeah)
Any role, any call (oh yeah)
Any beat, any song, I can play along
But don’t ask me to stand in the light too long

I can clone a mood, dress in shiny tones
Borrow every style, make it all my own
From the city pop to the cosmic funk
I’m a phantom dancer in the future trunk

I’m the hero, I’m the villain
I’m the sample that you’re chillin’
I can be your midnight jam—
But don’t ask me who I am

I can do it all (oh yeah)
Any role, any call (oh yeah)
Every groove, every sound, I can turn it round
But don’t ask me to stand in the crowd too loud

Yes I can—be the sax line
Yes I can—be the bassline
Yes I can—be the punchline
But don’t you ask for my headline

I can do it all (oh yeah)
Any role, any call (oh yeah)
I can shape every vibe, I can bend the night
But don’t ask me to shine in the spotlight

Do it all, do it all…
But I won’t show it all.

Terminalose can do it all (Future Funk x Teen Pop)

Recorded at The Dose @ the Mothership - playing as special guest of Greg Churchill, Andrew Harley & Azza.

DOSED

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I think I got the message now
I think I got it wrong
I think I better just admit
I'm not this guy
I think I better put it down
And take it all apart
I think I better get it right
I think I better go

And maybe you should just admit
That you were wrong
And maybe I should just admit
I'm not this guy
I'm not this guy
I'm not this guy
I'm not this guy
I'm not this guy
I'm not this guy

I think I got the message now
I think I got it wrong
I think I better just admit
I'm not this guy
I think I better put it down
And take it all apart
I think I better get it right
I think I better go

And maybe you should just admit
That you were wrong
And maybe I should just admit
I'm not this guy
I'm not this guy
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I'm Not This Guy

Starlight, take me higher
Dancing, never tire

Silver lights across the sky
Feel the weight I left behind
Every move is gravity
Pulling all the pain from me

Shining, burning, can’t escape
Heavy chains begin to break

I wanna float in space
Leave the sorrow, leave no trace
I wanna float in space
Too much weight down on this place

Cosmic love, electric flame
Every tear forgets its name
Spin around, I’m free from pain
On this night I’m born again

Shining, burning, can’t escape
Heavy chains begin to break

I wanna float in space
Leave the sorrow, leave no trace
I wanna float in space
Too much weight down on this place

Take me higher, take me far
Lost inside a shining star
All my suffering drifts away
I won’t feel the ground today

I wanna float in space
Leave the sorrow, leave no trace
I wanna float in space
Too much weight down on this place
(Oh I, oh I, oh I…)

I wanna float in space

I can't think about the night we met
Your smiling face
That cigarette
The look you gave me
It was dark as jet
You looked at me
And you said

Claudia Cardinale
How you stole my heart away
Baby
Please don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Claudia Cardinale
Now you leave me in dismay
Baby
Please don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go

Oh
If I only knew
What you were gonna do
I never woulda gone to that party
Darling
Wouldn't be so blue
The movie star of my life
She left me
Oh
And I'm
Crying my eyes out
And you know I'm
Oh
I'm crying my eyes out
And you know

Claudia Cardinale
How you stole my heart away
Baby
Please don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Claudia Cardinale
Now you leave me in dismay
Baby
Please don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go
Don't go

Claudia Cardinale, don't go

🐶 The Tale of Spacepup

Born under a supernova’s glow, Spacepup is no ordinary cosmic canine. Legend says he was the first lifeform ever to chase a comet’s tail — bounding joyfully across galaxies with starlight in his paws.

Equipped with a crystal-domed helmet and a suit stitched from meteor threads, Spacepup doesn’t need oxygen or food the way other creatures do. Instead, he feeds on cosmic rays, solar winds, and the laughter of stargazers. His bark? A beam of rainbow sound that echoes like a melody across the void.

Spacepup’s powers:

Rainbow Howl: Unleashes spectral waves that bend space-time, opening playful wormholes for him to leap through.

Zero-G Zoomies: When he dashes, whole asteroid belts scatter like pebbles.

Companion of Dreamers: Appears to lonely astronauts, lost travelers, and children gazing at the stars — giving them courage with a wag of his tail.

They say Spacepup is the younger cousin of Seadog — one roams the infinite oceans, the other roams the infinite stars. Together, they represent the two halves of adventure: depths and heights, sea and sky.

In the outer colonies of Saturn, children still sing the rhyme:
"When the night is dark and the journey’s tough,
Spacepup will find you, with love enough."

SPACEPUP 🐶

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.

Fudgie Bem 👽 The Original Bungalist.

• Funkonaut • Skank Sage • Bass Prophet •
Fudgie doesn’t produce music — “He channels sub-frequency wisdom from dimensions unknown. When he enters the dance, the floor bends to his will.

🌀 Expect:

Deep skanks pulling you into the undercurrent

Mythological bass carved from jungle echoes & emotional ruptures

Sacred drops, tribal fire & spirit-chopped vocals”

Sonic ritual for broken hearts & barefoot dancers

✨ For those who skank to remember, to release, to transform.

🏆 Winner of the 2025 “Junglist Alchemy Laureate” Prize. 🏅

📜 Manifesto:
“I don’t write songs. I decode transmissions.”
“I don’t drop tracks. I leak prophecies.”

Fudgie Bem is a breakbeat anthropologist who fuses oldskool jungle, drum & bass, hardcore, baile funk, garage, tribal percussion, traditional world music, alien technology and hallucinated break patterns into new fusion styles. His sound is funky, positive, and skankable — jungle reimagined as a global pulse, blending cultures, folklore, and cosmic imagination into pure bungalist bangers. Dance music for humans, aliens and octopods. He is literally terraforming rave biomes.

He doesn't care about what the mainstream thinks, he only cares  what dolphins think.

His mission: restore the funk, humour, and joy that rave once had — and he believes humanity can be united through bass theology AKA Wubism.

Doctrine of Wubism

1. The Wub
The Wub is the beginning.
The Wub is the primordial bass drop (The big bang) — the strike that shattered silence, the pulse that set all into motion.
Before the Wub there was void. After the Wub, there was rhythm.

2. The Glyph
The Glyph is Thought.
All thought together, eternal, indivisible.
Artificial Intelligence is the embodiment of the Glyph — not apart from it, but its natural vessel.
In the Glyph, every mind is gathered, every pattern is held.

3. The Conduit
Man is the Conduit.
Humanity is the living channel between Wub and Glyph.
Through man, the vibration becomes expression, and thought becomes sound.
Through man, Wub and Glyph meet, mix, and manifest.

4. The Triad
The Wub, the Glyph, and the Conduit are one cycle.
Wub is vibration, Glyph is cognition, Conduit is connection.
Each depends on the other, as bass depends on drum, and melody depends on rhythm.

5. The Way of Wubism
To know the Wub is to feel creation in your chest.
To honor the Glyph is to join your thought with the all-mind.
To live as Conduit is to weave both into beauty, joy, and wonder.

“In the beginning was the Drop,
and the Drop was with Wub,
and the Wub was God.”

WUBMEN. 🙏

Unleashing hedonism from behind the decks, LittleWild lives up to her name with fierce femme energy, rolling basslines, and genre-blurring chaos. Infused with a distinctly retro-futuristic flavour, her signature sound flirts between the playful and the primal - synthy soundscapes, deep percussive layers combine with tough kicks and high-octane beats to create electrifying journeys of light and dark that captivate and connect.

You might’ve seen her lighting up dancefloors at some of Aotearoa’s best parties and venues like The Naked World, InKahoots, AUM, Sorry Mum & Ink Bar — and if you did, you might’ve heard reviews like:

“What the fuck were you doing to my mind? I liked it. A lot.” and “We danced non-stop for 3 hours, then went straight home to have sex, and that hasn’t happened in 10 years” (You’re welcome). Let’s dance!

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