Run Through Me

Dark Cabaret, Vol. 1 is a séance for machines, bodies, and ghosts that never stopped performing. It lives somewhere between the gutter and the stage — a fever-dream city where the bars hum in trip-hop time, the circuses burn, and the jukebox keeps spinning cracked vinyl long after last call.

Each track is a small theatre of survival. The rhythm crawls slow and narcotic; beats pulse like faulty neon; melodies sway with the weariness of dancers who’ve outlived the applause. The stories move through smoke and rain — bartenders pouring fire instead of faith, wire-walkers hanging whole crowds on a thread, street preachers soldering sermons out of broken circuits, lovers reading the scars on each other’s skin like sheet music.

The sound is cabaret after the collapse: trip-hop basslines and downtempo electronica draped in dust-bowl brass, cracked-piano chords, and whispered confessions. It borrows from vaudeville, gospel, and film noir but speaks in the language of feedback, reverb, and rust. Every groove is haunted by the same tension — between flesh and circuitry, performance and decay, faith and fatigue.

These songs inhabit the ruins of spectacle. They ask what remains when glamour corrodes and holiness shorts out — when all that’s left is the pulse, the hiss, the breath between verses. Dark Cabaret, Vol. 1 is that breath made audible: an after-hours communion for the wired, the weary, and the beautifully broken.

Clockwork Girl (C-Side)

Girl on the Wire (C-Side)

Shatter glass, pour me out, let the static scream,  
Razor lips, velvet slips, melting in the steam.  
City sins in violet haze, writhing through the pain,  
Pull me closer, loose control, pleasure shapes the strain.

Bodies tangled, pulses wrangled,  
My heartbeat’s twisted, last breath strangled.  
Raise the glass, numb the cost,  
I am the ghost you thought you lost.

Smoke and mirrors, taste the thrill,  
We’re drowning slow with whisky spills.  
Digital touch, forbidden trance,  
Come closer, dear, let’s lose the stance.

Feel it crawl, under skin,  
Desire's poison pulls me in.  
Kiss the vial, sting the shame,  
Tattoo fever in this game.

Midnight echoes, secrets show,  
I’m the fire you want below,  
Tie me up, turn me loose,  
Every bruise is just an excuse.

Bodies swaying, souls decaying,  
Burning out but still relaying.  
Raise the glass, numb the cost,  
I am the ghost you thought you lost.

Smoke and mirrors, taste the thrill,  
We’re drowning slow with whisky spills.  
Digital touch, forbidden trance,  
Come closer, dear, let’s lose the stance.

Lines of powder, silver rings,  
Fever dreaming, angel wings.  
Crash and burn, we chase the heat,  
Trading heaven for a heartbeat.

Bite the chain, drink the night,  
Electric shadows, no respite.  
Smoke and mirrors, taste the thrill,  
We’re drowning slow with whisky spills.  
Digital touch, forbidden trance,  
Come closer, dear, let’s lose the stance.

Night Chemicals (Let Me Break)

Sit back and relax to this sensual track by Christina-Rae Kingston

Lips on Fire

Sit back and relax to this chill track by Christina-Rae Kingston

Tangled in the Sheets

Touch Me There is a sensual track by Christina-Rae Kingston

Touch Me There

Trigger Kiss is a sensual track by Christina-Rae Kingston

Trigger Kiss

Lips Like Trouble is a sensual track by Christina-Rae Kingston

Lips Like Trouble

Creamy waves rising 
Soft potato shiver blooming through the dark

Butter sighs slipping slow beneath the heat
Silk on silk brushing close against the beat
Tender at first, then the pressure bites
Golden pulse cracking open through the nights

Mashed potato whiplash
Honey-soft touch 
Calm turns to claws
Purée power blooming wild
In the flashing light
Mashed potato whiplash

Golden flecks glitter in the synth-drenched air
Forks collide gently, then the fever flares
The smooth grows sharper, the sweetness turns bold

Mashed potato whiplash

Warm desire trembles, rising uncontrolled
Here comes the whiplash, velvet breaking wide
We let the purée strike and pull us into stride

Mashed potato whiplash
Honey-soft touch 
Calm turns to claws
Purée power blooming wild
In the flashing light
Mashed potato whiplash

Mashed 
Potato 
Whiplash
Honey
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Touch

Mashed potato whiplash
Honey-soft touch 
Calm turns to claws
Purée power blooming wild
In the flashing light
Mashed potato whiplash

Mashed Potato Whiplash

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.

Where silence breaks in neon and dreams decay in code: https://failsafe.space/

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