🎼 Haydn House – Unbekannter Künstler
What if Joseph Haydn had a residency in a Berlin basement?
Haydn House transforms elegant classical motifs into a deep, hypnotic groove.
Lush strings, soft piano stabs, warm pads and a rolling 4/4 beat — all wrapped in chamber music sophistication and clubfloor drive.

It’s the Enlightenment — with a subwoofer.

🎧 122 BPM • Genre: Deep House / Classical Crossover / Minimal Groove

Haydn House

Don’t stop…
Let it rise…
Take me higher…
Touch the sky…

Touch the sky — don’t ask why,
Feel the night — come alive.
No regrets — no goodbyes,
We just dance — and touch the sky.

Heartbeat rush in flashing light,
Electric love, we're born to fight.
One more chance, one more high —
We let it go, we touch the sky.

Ooooooh — feel the fire…
Ooooooh — take me higher…
Ooooooh — never lie…
Ooooooh — touch the sky…

Midnight heat and flashing dreams,
We're wilder now than we could seem.
Close your eyes, no need to try —
We’re already there… touchin' the sky.

Touch the sky… just one night.
Touch the sky… feel the light.
Touch the sky… wild and free.
This is where we’re meant to be.

Touch the Sky

Drift...
Bass is breathing…
Risers climb — feel the ceiling…
We don't fall — we ascend...

Touch the sky — no need to land,
Bassline trembles through the sand.
Jungle drums, that sunrise high,
No goodbye — we touch the sky.

Hands up — feel that breakbeat fly,
Hearts rewind, we multiply.
Liquid love, no reason why —
One more drop, we touch the sky.

Midnight’s rolling on a vinyl thread,
Echo dreams bounce in my head.
Filtered synths, a whispered lie,
You said: “No rules” — so we comply.

Dub siren sings, delay trails burn,
Flashback heat at every turn.
Build it up — don’t ask me why,
We break the beat — then touch the sky.

Oooh — lift me wide…
Oooh — let the snare decide…
Oooh — slow and high…
Oooh — we float, we fly…

Chopped up phrases, skipping lines,
Sub hits low while time unwinds.
Vinyl crackle, tension rise,
Kickback soul — electrified.

Your voice in filters, mine in reverb,
Two-step hearts, we bend the verb.
Fast then float, we multiply —
Next beat drops… and we touch the sky.

No more floor, just endless height,
Our names dissolve into the light.
Falling fast, but still we try —
One last breath… we touch the sky.

Touch the Sky (Bassline Rapture Mix)

“Birds sing for love.
So do men.
This city’s alive… with voices.
Every block — a mating song.
Sirens in suits. Falsetto in the rain.
It’s Siren Season.”

Step out — bassline hums my name,
He’s on the curb, singin’ through the flame.
Velvet pants, a cardboard plea,
“Let me woo you — musically.”

Cross the street, jazz heat flies,
Fedora boy scats lullabies.
His hook lands loud in traffic air,
These boys got dreams — and zero fear.

🎶 Sing me sweet,
Move your feet.
Corner heat,
Urban beat. 🎶

🎶 Siren call,
Catch me fast.
Groove or fall,
Love don’t last. 🎶

Subway stairs, echoes ring,
“Yoo-hoo-hoo” like a wedding ring.
Monk with autotune lifts the vibe,
Ave Maria in jungle tribe.

Bakery sparks with a beatbox brawl,
Sax cuts through like a siren call.
One guy croons in Latin verse,
The other offers goat and purse.

🎶 Birdcall tape,
Goat on deck.
Elvis dreams,
Love by check. 🎶

🎶 Sing it low,
Sing it bold,
Bring your soul,
Or love gets cold. 🎶

🎶 Sing me sweet,
Move your feet.
Don’t compete —
Just drop that beat. 🎶

🎶 Woo or go,
High or low,
This city sings,
You steal the show. 🎶

Birds (Dance Version)

set me free

✨ Saudade House – Unbekannter Künstler
A euphoric journey through memory, rhythm, and emotion.

This Groove / Piano House anthem fuses hypnotic beats, dreamy synths, and a soaring female vocal that aches with saudade — that deep, untranslatable longing only the night can hold.

💫 Let it carry you through shimmering lights and echoes of love lost and found.
🌃 Dance, remember, release… just for tonight.

🎹 Style: Groove House / 90s Piano House / Classic Vocal House
💃 Vibe: Euphoric, sensual, nostalgic
🌍 Language: Portuguese & universal feeling

🕺 “Saudade solta — só por esta noite…”

Leva-me alto…
Deixa a saudade… me libertar…
Sente o arrepio…

Saudade solta — só por esta noite,
Vem dançar — dentro do brilho,
Saudade solta — pulsa no meu peito,
Me guia — sem ter jeito.

Uuuuuuuh — eco de lembrança…
Aaaaaaaah — êxtase e esperança…

No compasso do peito,
A saudade é feitiço,
Me envolve, me leva,
Num êxtase sem aviso.

Saudade solta — só por esta noite,
Vem dançar — dentro do brilho,
Saudade e som — me fazem flutuar,
No êxtase — sem voltar.

Saudade House

🌫️💔 A piano house fever dream set in the fog-soaked streets of Tórshavn.

“Vegan Blues in Tórshavn” blends mellow 90s house chords, and poetry about oat milk and existential tofu.

This is not a joke. This is not a protest.
This is the sound of a vegan soul slowly fermenting in fish-scented air.

🐟 No cod was consumed in the making of this track.
💨 Fog included.
🥄 Best enjoyed while staring into a cold soup, barefoot.

LYRICS:

I stir the pot, the walls are damp,  
My tofu sweats beneath the lamp.  
The choir sings of salted pride,  
But I just nod — and hide inside.

They hang the cod like Sunday flags,  
It flaps beside my shopping bags.  
I clutch my kale with quiet grace,  
And pray the wind avoids my face.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

The windows fog, the pan complains,  
My oat milk curdles in the rain.  
A fish went by in someone’s boot —  
He smiled. I stayed. I chewed my root.

They asked me once,  
“Do you ever miss the taste?”  
I said, “No.”  
But my soup… it looked ashamed.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

I jog past boats with bags of beans,  
The fog rolls in. I lose my means.  
The choir now sings inside my head,  
They harmonize with what I dread.

Í hvørjum vindi er sjógvur og sál,  
eg et ikki fisk, men luktin er mál.  
Eg bjóði baunir og dreymi um frið,  
men sjálvt mítt breyð smakkar sum svið.

Fish-scented vegan blues —  
Tórshavn knocks me outta my shoes.  
The wind brings fish I didn’t choose,  
Just fog... and tired tofu views.

Just fog...  
Just tofu...  
Just... you.

Vegan Blues in Tórshavn

Ta meg høyere...
La det flyte... slipp det fri...

Slipp meg fri — bare i natt,
Pulsen pumper — alt er satt.
Oljedrømmer — bassen slår,
Fondet vokser — vi går og går...

Uuuuuuuh — gull i grunnen...
Aaaaaaaah — vi ruller millionen...

Slipp meg fri — bare i natt.

Norway House

🎂 Title: “The Cake House Anthem” – A Groove House Celebration

Welcome to the ultimate mood-lifter — a euphoric 90s piano house anthem where the dancefloor is frosted, and the bassline is baked to perfection.

💃✨ This isn’t just music — it’s layered joy, whipped into a hypnotic rhythm.
🎹 Wild piano stabs. 🎛️ Funky basslines. 🍰 Creamy vocal hooks.
A celebration of indulgence, release, and the kind of cake that lifts your entire soul.

From the glittery intro whispers to the anthemic chorus —
you’ll feel the frosting rise and the groove deepen, slice by delicious slice.

For every party that ends with candles,
for every night where dancing is optional but dessert is mandatory.

Set your appetite free. Feel the sugarbound spirit.
Let it melt… let it rise…

Lyrics:

Take me higher…
Let it melt… let it rise…

Give me cake — just for tonight,
Frosted dreams — and whipped delight.
Slice by slice — I feel the sound,
Lift my soul — I’m sugarbound.

Uuuuuuh — feel it rising…
Ooooooh — sweet surprising…

Cherry top, heavy drop, cream on the bassline —
Mood in bloom, frosting boom, taste of the divine.

Give me cake — just for tonight,
No regrets — just candlelight.
Groove me deep — don’t bring me down,
Sugar rush — my royal crown.

The Cake House Anthem

🎹 Track Title: Beignets Congolais (Libère-moi ce soir)
🎤 Style: Groove House / 90s Piano House / Euphoric French Club Anthem / Soukous Fusion / Classic Diva Vocal / Funky Bassline

✨ A sugar-sweet celebration of dance, desire, and the golden magic of Beignets Congolais.

From the heat of the oven to the pulse of the club, this track blends hypnotic house rhythms, soukous guitar sparkle, and an anthemic French vocal that rises like steam from powdered sugar. It’s dreamy, uplifting, and impossible to resist.

"Monte… monte encore… Beignets Congolais… dansent avec moi…"
This isn’t just a song — it’s a tropical night baked in rhythm. A childhood memory turned dancefloor obsession.

If your soul needs sweetness and your body needs movement —
Libère-toi. Juste pour ce soir.

Lyrics:

Monte...
Monte encore...
Beignets Congolais... dansent avec moi...

Libère-moi — juste pour ce soir,
Bouge avec moi — dans le miroir.
Beignets Congolais — sucrés, dorés,
Sous les néons — laisse-moi rêver.

💃 Uuuuh — ça monte encore…
🌀 Aaaaah — je perds le nord…

Chaleur du four, parfum qui m’appelle,
Tes mains pleines d’or, c’est irrésistible.
Un goût d’enfance, une nuit tropicale,
Je danse, je fonds — c’est phénoménal.

Beignets... beignets... Beignets Congolais...
(soufflé delay FX, rising filter sweep)
Croquant... fondant... toujours avec moi…

Libère-moi — juste pour ce soir,
Bouge avec moi — dans le miroir.
Beignets Congolais — sucrés, dorés,
Dans chaque battement — je veux briller.

Beignets Congolais (Libère-moi ce soir)

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