original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bMq1PiUbf-M

heres to da legend :3

9/11 Building 7 — Martin Noakes【𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘺 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰 Flip】

Excruciating memories of that summer you never lived, are now fading away...


VISUALS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lOZIvVOQDVk
FULL ALBUM: https://memox.bandcamp.com/album/everlasting-fog

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VAPORIOUS | ​Everlasting Fog | 蒸気

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝓃𝑒𝓂𝑜𝒾𝒶 ➤ Vaporious on memox.bandcamp.com

original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKVbB_qZQcU

this song is sooo sexy

Bizarre Love Triangle — New Order 【𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘺 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘰 Flip】

dusting off another 'oldie' they did that seems kinda relevant today, sounds good other than the source tape being a bit mangled >.<

falling heads

That's an actual photo of me getting denied in the summer of '88 lolololololol

l o n g  t i m e (summer of '88)(do you remember?)

inklord- saxorama ( orginal mix)

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No Words (Instrumentals)

Where's My Iris

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🔥 SABRINA – The Forbidden Fever 🔥
(Chillwave · Italian Soul · Fever Dreams)

Mama warned me. 🧿
She said: “Ragazzo… don’t play with fire!”
But what do you do when the fire wears red lipstick, smells like danger, and whispers your name at 2:17 AM on a neon-soaked dance floor? 🌙✨

This track is a slow-burn fever — silky chillwave synths, Italian soul vocals, and a groove that slides under your skin like forbidden summer nights.
Sabrina isn’t just a name. It’s a lifestyle. A problem. A religion. 🔥

🎧 Best enjoyed with:
– Flickering city lights outside your window
– An unbuttoned linen shirt
– A glass of dangerously sweet wine
– The quiet fear of Mama finding out

💔 Side effects may include:
✓ Sudden sweating
✓ Uncontrollable na-na-na-ing
✓ Googling “how to survive dangerous delights”

Press play. Let Sabrina burn you slowly.

Lyrics:

Mama said… ragazzo, don’t play with fire…
But fire never danced so sweet…

Fire in her eyes, fever in the air
Body like a rhythm, danger everywhere
Mama tried to warn me, “don’t you cross that line”
But Sabrina’s touch is sweeter than the wine

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Body on the floor, shadows start to bend
Every beat she gives me, drives me to the end
Mama said, “Ragazzo, she will make you fall”
But the rhythm of Sabrina — owns it all

Heat rising — higher, higher
Every move — desire, desire
Fingers burning, lips on flame
Still I whisper out her name

“Mmm… la-la… Sabrina…”
Mama, forgive me…
This fire, I cannot escape.

Sabrina (na-na-na) — queen of the night
Sabrina (mmm-hmm) — dangerous delight
Sabrina (oh-oh-oh) — poison and fire
Sabrina (na-na-na) — take me higher, higher, higher

Sabrina

🥥✨ Ever heard of the Mongongo nut? Of course not. That’s why it’s the hottest superfood you didn’t know you needed. Forget kale. Forget chia. Forget your cousin’s avocado toast empire. This is Botswana’s finest export: a crunchy vibe for your gut, a mystical bounce for your butt, and the perfect excuse to post another yoga-mat selfie with a hashtag no one else understands.

This track is chillwave wrapped in sarcasm, sprinkled with wellness-influencer energy, and blended like a $20 smoothie you’ll regret but still reorder. It’s for anyone who ever believed “organic dust” was a lifestyle, or that eating a nut could change your aura.

So light some overpriced incense, adjust your leggings, sip your beetroot latte, and clap along. The Mongongo is calling. And yes… it’s trending. 🌍💚

Lyrics:

Superfood queen on your Instagram,  
Hashtag healthy — green eggs and spam.  
Juice it, blend it, call it divine,  
Pay 20 bucks for a wellness line.  

Doctor said, “don’t eat piranha,”  
So you booked a trip straight to Botswana.  
Airport snacks, you skipped banana,  
Now you flex that nut — pure Nirvana.  

Not in Paris — not in Congo,  
Go to Botswana and get your Mongongo!  
Nut for your gut, vibe for your butt,  
Clap your hands, give it a shot!  

Yoga mat, fake Namaste,  
Nut in a bowl, you’ll post all day.  
Save the world with your shopping cart,  
Organic label — you’re so smart.  

Mongongo nut, you’re the trend we trust,  
Fair-trade dust in a protein crust.  
Botswana gold, banana lie,  
Eat the hype and kiss your cash goodbye.  

Not in Paris — not in Congo,  
Go to Botswana and get your Mongongo!  
Nut for your gut, vibe for your butt,  
Clap your hands, give it a shot!  

Mongongo nut, mongongo nut,  
Save your soul, but first your butt.  
Mongongo nut, mongongo nut,  
Sarcasm served in a coconut.

Mongongo

BLACK CAT$ ARE GOOD LUCK
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LYRIC$: 

[DEFCON]


[JEIKOBU]

Get the fuck away from me,
Emerging again like a fucking zombie,
Bitch I don't hail those vibe,
When mother fuckers do, we pull up like a squad team,
I cant really pay no mind,
When I'm in a state all the time,
Think it was a fate of mine,
To be closed freight of time,
But thats up to me thats fine,

I always see the resent,
In all their eyes man they sent,
Oldies like musical pens,
People I did call them friends,
But now it's over i look back McGill,
its how far i have come there aint need amends,
I aint not talking no lends,
Bitch take a look with a lens,
Lyrics was wrote by an ent,
So u can tell they was meant.

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💸✨ WARNING: This track may cause sudden urges to check your bank balance. ✨💸

Some people fall in love with eyes, smiles, hearts, or whatever poets keep writing about.
Not me.
I fell in love with credit limits.

“I Love Your Cash” is the emotional journey of a girl who walks past shop windows like they’re spiritual temples…
and feels a deep, ancient connection to Gucci, Prada, and anything that politely whispers "non-refundable."

This song is for:

💛 Everyone who’s ever smelled a luxury store from 30 meters away
💛 Everyone who thinks self-care sometimes means “let someone else pay for it”
💛 Everyone who’s spiritually allergic to being broke
💛 And of course… the sugar daddies who keep civilization running

Expect:

✨ Sparkly vocals
✨ A sprinkle of ‘financial affection’
✨ Drama, glamour, existential crisis
✨ And the undeniable truth: money CAN buy rhythm.

So grab your headphones, grab your wallet (preferably someone else’s),
and let this track remind you that love may fade… but cash flow is eternal.

💳💋 Play it loud. Swipe responsibly.

Lyrics:

Walking through the streets, just drifting away,
Staring at the windows full of gold all day.
I don’t hear the city,
Its noise don’t call me at all—
I’m only watching wallets when you pass my way.

’Cause I love your cash
I love your cash

The sunlight hits the bags
In the luxury aisle—
Gucci sings my name,
And Prada makes me smile.
Your credit card is glowing,
Honey, swipe it fast—
These sugar daddies waiting
Aren’t built to last.

’Cause I love your cash
Hey, said I love your cash

Time came and showed me your direction—
Straight into the arms of pure financial affection.
Taught me that
I can be a better girl
With the rich boyfriends who fund my world.
You dig?

I’m livin’ a life made of glitter,
Champagne on my tongue, and the bills gettin’ bigger.
Yeah, and it’s true—
La-dee-da, twinkly-dee,
Do you believe what your money does for me?
But when I’m broke all alone,
I start stressin’,
It’s a full-blown luxury-withdrawal session.
And the thunder clouds of doubt move in,
I begin to wonder, “Will you still fund me?”
But after that,
My whole world turns beautiful.

Time came and showed me your direction,
Now I know I’ll never ever go back.
Taught me that
I can be a better girl
With the bucks you give, you rock my world—
Cash, sike!

Ooh, I love your cash
I love your cash

I love your cash, baby

Heee, heee, heeee, heeeee—
I love your cash,
I really do.

I Love Your Cash

✨🧠 “Baby Got Brain” — Chillwave Edition 🧠✨

Welcome to the only chillwave track in human history where the bassline is smooth, the synths float, and the IQ levels are dangerously high.
This isn’t a love song — this is a peer-reviewed study in how it feels to be emotionally wrecked by someone’s mind.

Lyrics:

Oh my God, dude, look at her mind.
It is so big.
She’s like… one of those genius girls or something.
Who understands those genius girls?
They only talk in metaphors, quantum physics,
and “actually” every five seconds.
Her brain… it’s just so huge.
Like, I can’t believe it’s just so sharp.
It’s out there.
She’s just so… brilliant.

I like big brains and I can’t deny,
All you simple bros can’t even try.
When a girl walks in with encyclopedic grace
And a logic bomb in your face,
You freeze up —
Wanna hold your cup,
’Cause you know her IQ is gonna eat you up.
Deep in the books she’s carrying,
I’m stunned and I can’t stop staring.

Oh, smarty,
I wanna write papers with ya,
And maybe take a lecture.
My homeboys try to warn me,
But that brain you got makes me so nerdy.

Ooh, Miss Philosopha,
You say you wanna school my aura?
Well, teach me, teach me —
’Cause you ain’t that average sweetie.

I’ve seen her thinking,
Her neurons linking,
She’s fast — blast —
Got it runnin’ like a server stack.

I’m tired of dudes complainin’
Sayin’ “smart girls are intimidatin’.”
Take the average guy and ask him quick —
He wants someone super slick.

So fellas (yeah!) fellas (yeah!)
Has your lady got the brain? (Oh yeah!)
Tell her to show it (show it!) prove it (prove it!)
Show that healthy brain!

Baby got brain.

Baby got brain.
Baby got brain.

I like ’em wise — and deep,
And when she talks philosophy, I lose sleep.
I just can’t help myself, I’m actin’ like a student,
Now here’s my clue then:
I wanna get her home
And uhh — double up — uhh — uhh —
On study sessions.
I ain’t talkin’ dis’ professions —
I want real thoughts and insights,
So bring that genius light.

Professor’s in trouble,
Beggin’ for a piece of that bubble —
Of knowledge.
I’m watchin’ documentaries,
Sharp ladies crushin’ all the theories.
You can keep your vanity queens,
I want women with PhDs.

A word to the brilliant sisters:
I wanna get with ya,
I won't ghost or ditch ya,
But I gotta be straight when I say
I’m tryin’ to think with ya
Till the break of dawn.

Baby’s got it goin’ on.
A lot of bros won’t like this track,
’Cause they prefer minds turned off — not back.
But I’d rather read, then lead,
’Cause I’m strong, and I belong
With a woman who solves equations wrong?
Nah — she solves ’em all day long!

So ladies (yeah!) ladies (yeah!)
If your intellect drives men crazy (yeah!)
Then turn around, stick it out —
Let the world know without a doubt:

Baby got brain.

Yeah girl, when it comes to mental power…
Forget those glossy magazines.
Your 900 IQ spread…
Mmm, that’s the real dream.

So your boyfriend drives a hatchback,
Actin’ tough with a podcast playback —
But he ain’t got a processor
Like the one you got inside, professor.

My anaconda — nope —
Doesn’t even cope
Unless you’ve got… quotes,
Hun.

You can do Sudoku or logic drills,
But don’t lose those skills.

Some wannabes talk real bold
Sayin’ “smart girls leave me cold.”
So they ditch ya and leave ya,
But I pull up quick just to meet ya.

If someone says you’re “too smart,”
I ain’t down with that.
Your mind is fire, your thoughts are kickin’,
And I’m thinkin’ ’bout stickin’
Around for all your wild ideas —
You’re the one I want, my dear.

So ladies, if the brain is round —
And you run this whole damn town —
Forget dumb thoughts, let’s get profound:

Baby got brain.

Baby got brain.
Baby got brain.

Baby Got Brain (Chillwave Version)

Fhazal is a Lebanese Producer & DJ. Ferris means knight/horseman, Ghazal - poems of love/spirituality, therefore Fhazal is the knight of love, on a quest to seek the correlation between music and the stars. He fights for freedom through the force of sound. Bringing worlds together with the concept that - music is the universal language understood by all. Mixing the heavy drums and sub-bass of modern electronic tunes with the unmistakable melodies and percussion of Arabic songs, Fhazal breaks barriers by bringing forth a new genre "Arabic wave music".

Amassing thousands of listeners with tracks like, "5am in Paris", "The Olive Tree", "Assume Formlessness" & his hit remix of 'Nancy Ajram's' "Ah w Noss". Fhazal's projected trajectory is on the incline. Opening for acts such as 'Viskus', 'Bàwldy' and the afters for 'Gladez', he continues to cultivate the live circuit.

Fhazal's latest projects include his newest single "Praise the Lord" a symbolically bold Trap banger that sticks it's proverbial middle-finger up to colonial society. His latest remix "Wadda3" is a dystopian journey into the Levantines destruction, whilst 'Daboor' spits fire over the sub-throttling instrumental. 🧿

FhazalMusic@gmail.com

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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!

I reached my limit of uploaded tracks, thus I advise you to follow me on Bandcamp and/or YouTube instead. That way you'll be the first one to know when my future projects are out. It's been a good run: goodbye! Hope to see you on the other side.

i am an electronic music maker, musicologist, and ex-dj. unless it's plunderphonics pieces or remixes/mashups (usually in a lo-fi vaporwave drag style) the music is 100% me outside of samples from shows and movies or other media sources, occasionally Shelley or Loren will lend their vocals to my tracks. 

my work with Shelley & Loren is sometimes a hybrid of original music and AI, and not just auto-generated slop, we work a lot on the pieces regardless of whether AI was used or not. they are talented musicians in their own right, and sometimes the end results are magnificent, but we're always experimenting, and the results are sometimes rough... however, we do love damaged sounding recordings, record crackles, tape hiss, glitches, etc.

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