A cosy, wintery ballad about hope and legacy 

More Than Bones

Cher ami vous vous méprenez
Vous allez m´indisposer
Vous allez, vous allez, m´agacer
Accepteriez-vous de danser
Avec moi ce soir
Quelques menuets
Vous feriez mieux de me laisser
Vous allez finir par me lasser
Vous m´agacez, m´indisposez
Jeune freluquet ...

Arnold Turboust & Zabou - Adélaïde (re disco ver ''Mademoiselle'' French Aristo Pop Mix) back to 88

Cinematic 80s

Crossing the soirée alone again tonight
With my naïve courage fading at the door
Your silhouette stays vivid like a soft mirage
My quiet façade trembling under the bass
I rehearse a bon courage inside my chest
Words feel too fragile for your gentle prestige

I crave the courage to face my reflection
But timidity guards me like a sentry
I want dignity even in my defeat
While victory whispers your quiet smile
I weigh every fragile chance I could take
Unsure which step keeps me from collapse

Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm

If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry

Soft steps fail me
Nerves betray me
Shadows chase me
Soft steps fail me
Nerves betray me
Shadows chase me
I feel the pressure rising
Feeding the enemy inside
The quiet critic in my chest
Tearing the courage I gathered

If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry
If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry

Gentle regret stays
Like a fragile souvenir I can’t discard
Hope drifts but returns
Circles complete now

Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm
Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm
Walking a tight rope woven from fragile hope
Calling for rescue inside this trembling, trembling, trembling rhythm

If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry
If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry
If you stay near
I might break the silence around my heart
If you stay near
I’ll trust the fragile spark we carry

Paper âme stories

I’m gone
Falling again
I’m gone
Falling again

I’m gone
Falling again
I’m gone
Falling again

Do you know that ache I
I feel
Can you
I feel
Can you sense, sense, sense
I feel
Can you

Do you know that ache I
I feel
Can you
I feel
Can you sense, sense, sense
I feel
Can you

I feel something
Can you feel it?
I feel something
Can you feel it?

I’m gone
(softer breath)
Falling again
(through the décor)
I’m gone
(trembling sigh)
Falling again
(through the décor)

My heart spills at the café
Can you
Tears blur the vieux décor
Can you
A naïve confession rising
Can you feel, feel, feel
Can you

I feel something
Can you feel it?
I feel something
Can you feel it?

I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone
I’m gone

I’m gone

Silky steps echo down rue des Archives
You move like a rétro dream in reprise
Streetlights bending around your silhouette
A quiet disco-breath I can’t forget
We drift beside old cafés still glowing
Your smile feels like a secret unfolding
Paris keeps the seventies never going away

Closer, you whisper mon amour in the dark
And every color slides around your spark

What you doin' on your feet? Hey
What you doin' on your feet? Hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancing, yeah
What you doin' on your feet?
What you doin' on your feet? Hey, hey, hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah

Spin me through le rêve électrique
Silver walls dancing in rythme mystique
Your touch loops like an old club refrain
We float, poids léger, beyond any chain
Paris shines through us again and again

Cassette tones sliding across the Seine
Your perfume drifting like old vinyl grain
You laugh, and Montmartre turns gold around us
Taxi radios playing deep disco-plus
We chase reflections in each arcade window
Your fingers trace le tempo très slow
Night after night, Paris keeps the old glow

You pull me back with a quiet “viens”
And everything starts over again

What you doin' on your feet? Hey
What you doin' on your feet? Hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancing, yeah
What you doin' on your feet?
What you doin' on your feet? Hey, hey, hey
You should be dancing, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dancing, Dancing, Dancing, Dancing, Dancing
Dancing

What you doin' on your feet ?

Sunlight jumps over the vieux port stones
Warm breeze carries the smell of citron
Pastis glows softly on the café tables
Voices rising mixed with the sea foam
Lazy smiles drifting through the alleys
Feet tapping gently in the bright noon heat
Marseille moves slow and sweet today

Oh lala
Oh lala
Oh lala

Waves shimmer gold in the southern calm
Boats rock lightly like a summer lullaby
Friends laugh loud under the open sky
Nothing pulls the moments away today

Oh lala
Oh lala
Oh lala
Well baby

Music spilling out of a blue door bar
People swaying carefree on the warm stones
Cold drinks shining under the clear sun
Marseille sings its easy rhythm again

Oh lala
Oh lala
Oh lala
Oh lala
Oh lala
Oh lala

Marseille, Oh lala

"Spotify Killed the Video Star" is a playful update to the 80s classic 'Video Killed the Radio Star' by The Buggles, the first music video to ever play on MTV back in 1981. 

This throwback track keeps the iconic synth-pop energy, catchy hooks, and group harmonies of the original — then reimagines them for today’s music world, where streaming dominates, and glittery big-budget music videos are slowly becoming obsolete.
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LYRICS:
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I heard you on a playlist 
Back in twenty-two
Scrolling at night 
While algorithm fed you  

If I was young 
It wouldn’t stop 
You breaking through  
Oh-a oh  
Oh a-oh

They took the budget 
For your well-lit imagery  
Replaced it all 
With quiet streaming energy  
And now I see the kind of loss 
You used to see  
Oh-a oh  
Oh a-oh

I met your children
Oh-a oh  
What do they stream now?

Spotify killed the video star... 

Spotify killed the video star  
Playlists came and stole your spark  
Oh-a-a-a oh, oh-a oh oh

Oh-a-a-a oh
Oh-a-a-a oh

And now we meet 
Inside a faded studio  
We watch your old cuts 
Like a reel from long ago  
And you remember 
When the storyboards would glow  
Oh-a oh  
Oh a-oh

You were the first one  
Oh-a oh
You were the last one  
You were the last one

Spotify killed the video star...  

Spotify killed the video star  
In my mind and in my car  
We can't rewind
We've gone too far  
Oh-a-aho oh a-oh 
Oh-a-aho oh a-oh

Spotify killed the video star...

Playlists came 
And stole your spark  

Put the blame on PR  
P-P-P-PR
Put the blame on PR  
P-P-P-PR

Spotify killed the video star...

Playlists came 
And stole your spark 
Put the blame on PR

Streaming never shows who you are  
Never shows 
Who you are 

Tiny squares replaced the VCR  
Replaced the VCR

Once your colors 
Lit the room  
Lit the room
Lit the room 

Now you fade-
Inside the autoplay gloom

You were a star...

You were a video star  
You were a video star 
You were a video star  

Spotify killed the video star  
Spotify killed the video star  

Spotify killed the video star...

You were a video star.

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Spotify KIlled the Video Star

WHEN WILL HE BE MINE!?

“Les bancs de ma jeunesse” est une chanson mélancolique et lumineuse, où les souvenirs d’enfance se mêlent à la nostalgie des jours simples.
Un texte plein de tendresse et de retenue, porté par une voix habitée et des arrangements chaleureux.
Une production analogue et feutrée / entre douceur, mémoire et élégance d’autrefois.

Les bancs de ma jeunesse

“Sweet Trouble” dives into the magnetic pull of a woman who burns bright, plays hard, and leaves nothing but smoke in her wake. She enters like a warning and a promise—bold, fearless, impossible to ignore. Her fire is irresistible, her chaos addictive, and every step she takes leaves you wanting more, even when you know she’ll wreck your equilibrium. It’s the thrill of danger wrapped in desire, the kind of wild energy you chase even as it scorches you. This track captures that intoxicating mix of heat, rebellion, and the beautiful mess that comes with falling for someone who is pure temptation in motion.

„Sweet Trouble“ erzählt von der unwiderstehlichen Anziehungskraft einer Frau, die lichterloh brennt, kompromisslos lebt und jeden Raum in ihren Bann zieht. Sie erscheint wie Warnsignal und Verheißung zugleich – mutig, furchtlos und absolut unübersehbar. Ihr Feuer ist verführerisch, ihr Chaos macht süchtig, und jeder Moment mit ihr hinterlässt ein Verlangen nach mehr, selbst wenn klar ist, dass sie dein Gleichgewicht sprengt. Es ist der Reiz des Gefährlichen, verpackt in purem Verlangen – jene wilde Energie, der man immer wieder nachjagt, auch wenn sie einen verbrennt. Der Track fängt genau diese Mischung aus Hitze, Rebellion und der schönen Unordnung ein, die entsteht, wenn man sich auf eine Frau einlässt, die pure Versuchung ist.

Sweet Trouble

She walks in like a loaded dice
Leather boots, heart cold as ice
Lipstick red and a rebel grin
Boy, you’re out before you even begin

She don’t wait, and she don’t beg
Tattoo flame on her left leg
She laughs like she already won
And leaves you burning when she’s gone

Sweet Trouble
She’s Sweet Trouble

Sweet trouble, in a fast lane dress
Kiss of fire, heart full of mess
She’s a fever you can’t shake loose
Takes your soul and steals your shoes
Sweet trouble, baby, ain’t no other name
You play her game, you burn in the flame

No goodbye, just spinning wheels
She’s midnight deals and smokin’ heels
One touch and your world goes blind
She don’t call, but she stays on your mind

She’s the song in a barroom fight
The wrong you crave every night
Heaven knows she ain’t the cure
But man, you’ll beg for more, for sure

Sweet Trouble
She’s Sweet Trouble

Sweet trouble, in a fast lane dress
Kiss of fire, heart full of mess
She’s a fever you can’t shake loose
Takes your soul and steals your shoes
Sweet trouble, baby, ain’t no other name
You play her game, you burn in the flame

Sweet trouble, she’s my kind of pain
I’d chase that storm again and again

Sweet Trouble
Man…
She’s Sweet Trouble


Sweet Trouble

Charlestronik” is a retro-electro dance track inspired by the vibrant energy of late-80s new beat and early club music. Built on a driving rhythm, neon-soaked synths, and a playful Technotronic-style bounce, the song channels the spirit of vintage dancefloors, boombox culture.

Texmetal delivers a fun, high-energy anthem crafted for movement, nostalgia, and pure 80s joy. Perfect for workouts, night drives, retro lovers, and anyone who wants to feel the flash of neon under their skin.
Turn it up - the boombox is alive.

Charlestronik

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.

Harmony is at the heart of Juniper Three, a vocal trio composed of Aimee Penman, Laura Hill and Outi Smith. The group writes and arranges their songs as a collective, creating a tapestry of genres in a lush, seamless interweaving of voices, and embracing the ethos of three solo singers coming together to share the lead.

Luna Winter
28 | Singer-Songwriter 
🌍 UK

Songs - Beats - Acapella Sample Packs

typevocals@gmail.com for acapellas

5Eleven@5ElevenEnt.com for beats

keynotezmusic@gmail.com for features

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


Where is the purpose in your life
Where is the truth
Do you remember your hopes Your dreams
They are no longer your own
This day is for living your own life
Don't let this world capture your heart
Your passion lost to a thousand themes
Surrendered to the screen
This is not a story
This is not a book this is your life
And this is not a play
Some TV show you've seen
This is real life

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