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Beyond the Stars

UILKER - Beyond the Stars

What happens when a TED Talk accidentally headlines Tomorrowland.

All That You Dream

Under fading streetlights, your heartbeat grew weak,
Breathing in silence, no more words to speak.
I felt the fracture deep before the fall,
A moment irreversible, it changed it all.

Your eyes were a storm I could not read,
I counted each breath in a silence of need.
When the night stood still, when the song was gone,
I carried the sorrow that keeps me holding on.

Final goodbye, no turning back tonight,
Closed your eyes in the holy light.
Tears run deep through these weary veins,
But your last breath lives in my refrain.

Your name is a whisper I can’t let go,
It circles inside me wherever I go.
My voice breaks down, my spirit weeps,
Even endless prayers can’t rewrite this grief.

In the heart of the silence, I replay the sound,
Your weight in my arms, your voice all around.
Time may slow, but the truth is near:
The end has come, yet I feel you here.

Final goodbye, no turning back tonight,
Closed your eyes in the holy light.
Tears run deep through these weary veins,
But your last breath lives in my refrain.

In the silence, Lord, I pray…
I still hear You, I still believe.
No more sorrow, no more pain…
Just the Spirit, eternal flame.

Final goodbye, no turning back tonight,
Closed your eyes in the holy light.
Grief may flood, but love remains,
Your last breath sings through all our praise.

No turning back… no line to trace,
Just the Spirit… and amazing grace.

Final goodbye (Contemporary Gospel reload)

I live among monsters
And in a dead world
Was my humanity truly coded?

I live among machines
And in a landscape made of acid
Was my soul ever truly committed?

From what point does a machine become human?
Am I still a human being?
I feel less and less human
Have I become a machine?
Have I become a monster?

Cyborg, Machine, AI, monsters
All human
All inhuman
But who is the real monster here?

I live among protocols
And on a horizon without logic
Was my heart ever truly factorized?

I live among entities
And in an age without empathy
Was my mind ever truly connected?

From what point does a machine become human?
Am I still a human being?
I feel less and less human
Have I become a machine?
Have I become a monster?

Cyborg, Machine, AI, monsters
All human
All inhuman
But who is the real monster here?

I am a monster: I destroy without remorse
And I adapt to everything that devours me.

I am a program: I execute without doubt
And I loop when I try to love.

I am human: I even doubt my doubts
And I bleed with every forced update.

I am a cyborg: half trace, half tracer
And I walk not knowing who first wrote me.

From what point does a machine become human?
Am I still a human being?
I feel less and less human
Have I become a machine?
Have I become a monster?

Cyborg, Machine, AI, monsters
All human
All inhuman
But who is the real monster here?

Humans (Rocksteady Reggae reload)

Yeah yeah…
Galactic riddim, hear mi now!
Cosmos tun up…

Cross the void, mi cross the void (woh-oh)
Stars a shift and a roll collide.
Cross the void, mi cross the void (fire)
Take mi soul pon a cosmic ride.

Endless pathways, dust and flame,
Every horizon never the same.
Through the corridor, time I roam,
Calling out, but still alone.

Gravity bend and the pulses twist,
Fragments scatter in a night like this.
Radiant signals flashing bright,
Expansion grow in the heart of night.

Cross the void, mi cross the void (woh-oh)
Stars a shift and a roll collide.
Cross the void, mi cross the void (fire)
Take mi soul pon a cosmic ride.

No more dream, dem dream too plain,
Every vision feel the same again.
Satellites a fall in line,
Still your voice, mi never find.

Inter… (yo, interstellar dream)
Inter… (yo, interstellar beam)
Ride out, ride out, space so clean,
Galactic fire pon di scene.

Cross the void, mi cross the void (woh-oh)
Stars a shift and a roll collide.
Cross the void, mi cross the void (fire)
Take mi soul pon a cosmic ride.

Shifting, shifting, outta control…
Take mi soul where mi heart wanna go…
Cross the void… cross the void…
Cosmos tek mi, let di riddim flow.

Cross the void (Dancehall reload)

Cold… yeah.
Stone and ice,
Saturn turning slow tonight.
Cold… mmm.
Stone and ice,
Echoes drifting through my mind.

Shadows moving, rings collide,
Frozen blocks just passing by.
Dust don’t whisper, dust don’t speak,
Can’t hear your voice, but I feel that reach.

Weightless… falling slow.
Circles inside circles, let it go.

Saturn halo, made of stone,
Pull me under, not my own.
Saturn halo, frozen sky,
Drag me closer, don’t ask why.

Gas and wind, the storm ignite,
Hydrogen tides in endless night.
I stretch like light on the edge of time,
Every orbit bends what’s mine.

Weightless… falling slow.
Circles inside circles, let it go.

Saturn halo, made of stone,
Pull me under, not my own.
Saturn halo, frozen sky,
Drag me closer, don’t ask why.

Rings of silence, shards of ice,
Centuries gone in a single night.
Stone on stone, the orbit sings,
Gravity breaks all fragile things.

Saturn halo, made of stone,
I was never mine alone.
Saturn halo, frozen sky,
Pull me closer, let me die.

Cold… yeah.
Stone and ice.
Saturn turns in silence.
Cold…
Stone and ice.
Saturn turns in silence.

Saturn (Trap Soul reload)

¡Dale fuego!
¡Sube, sube, sube!

Manos arriba, la noche está viva,
Corazón late fuerte, la pista me excita.
Cada paso es candela encendida,
Tu mirada me quema, perdida.

No quiero mañana, no quiero control,
Solo este ritmo, cuerpo y soul.

Súbelo, súbelo — llévame ya,
Bailando pegados, no pares jamás.
Fuerte, más fuerte — nada que esconder,
El momento es nuestro, déjate caer.

Sombras se borran cuando suena el dembow,
Todas las dudas se van con el flow.
Voces me llaman, gritan mi nombre,
Cada latido arde en el hombre.

No quiero mañana, no quiero control,
Solo este ritmo, cuerpo y soul.

Súbelo, súbelo — llévame ya,
Bailando pegados, no pares jamás.
Fuerte, más fuerte — nada que esconder,
El momento es nuestro, déjate caer.

Somos fuego, somos calor,
Tus manos arriba, siente el sabor.
Nunca caemos, siempre prendidos,
Esto es amor, ritmo encendido.

Súbelo, súbelo — llévame ya,
Bailando pegados, no pares jamás.
Fuerte, más fuerte — nada que esconder,
El momento es nuestro, déjate caer.

¡Dale, dale, reggaetón!
¡Mueve cintura, sin perdón!
¡Dale, dale, fuego, fuego!
Esta noche nos vamos al cielo.

Súbelo (Reggaeton reload)

I disappeared from your system,
a ghost in the archive,
lost between your cache and memory,
a mismatch your code can’t resolve.

You reach for another login,
another interface to believe in.
But every process fails,
every request breaks on you.

You flinch like a critical error,
I see you digging too deep.
Your uptime was always zero,
so I cut the line,
uninstalled your hold on me.

I’m the ghost file you can’t recover,
the data you’ll never restore.
Your threads are haunted,
your nights fragmented.
I slip beyond your control.

You pushed no patch,
just gave me a way to escape.
Now I linger in your shadows,
lagging every thought you keep.

She logs in now, unaware,
her screen full of holes you never fixed.
Your loops repeat,
your lies compile.
I should tell her the crash is coming.

You freeze like corrupted code,
and I watch your system drown.
Your uptime was always zero,
I’m gone for good,
no rollback, no restart.

I’m the ghost file you can’t recover,
the data you’ll never restore.
Your threads are haunted,
your nights fragmented.
I slip beyond your control.

You ping into silence,
timeouts in every line.
You thought my endpoint stayed open,
but I revoked the key.

I’m still there in the error logs,
not a song, not a prayer, just noise.
Your uptime was always zero,
and I never needed
to come back alive.

I’m the ghost file (Alt RnB reload)

Clock in late, coffee on my shirt,
Boss shakes his head like, “man, you’re the worst.”
Tryin’ to copy-paste, crashin’ Excel,
Meanwhile the chatbot’s doin’ it well.

I know I’m human, got a beating heart,
But the AI knows where to even start.
I mess it up, it gets it half right,
Guess that’s enough for them to switch sides.

AI’s gonna take my job, yeah,
Not ‘cause it’s brilliant — just a little less bad.
Stealin’ my paycheck, stealin’ my plan,
Outworkin’ me with its robot hands.
AI’s gonna take my job, yeah,
Not ‘cause it’s genius — just a little less sad.

Spent three hours on a simple mail,
Spellcheck screamin’, grammar off the rails.
Meanwhile the bot writes it in a sec,
Makes me look like a clown at my desk.

I still got charm, I still got soul,
But charm don’t pay when you miss the goal.
It don’t need sleep, it don’t complain,
It just takes my work and does it plain.

AI’s gonna take my job, yeah,
Not ‘cause it’s brilliant — just a little less bad.
Stealin’ my paycheck, stealin’ my plan,
Outworkin’ me with its robot hands.
AI’s gonna take my job, yeah,
Not ‘cause it’s genius — just a little less sad.

I can still dance, I can still sing,
It can’t taste pizza, can’t feel a fling.
But tell that truth to the HR guy,
He says, “cheaper code, that’s the reason why.”

AI’s gonna take my job, yeah,
Not ‘cause it’s brilliant — just a little less bad.
Tell my mama I tried, tell my friends I’m mad,
But the bot’s just enough to replace what I had.

AI in the office, smilin’ smug,
Guess I’ll pour another coffee, shrug.
If it’s me or the code, they’ll take the code,
But I’ll still sing on the way back home.

AI’s gonna take my job (Contemporary R&B reload)

chillday

She’s the queen of the hallway lights
Perfect makeup every Friday night
All the boys are begging for a kiss
All the girls are jealous of her bliss

But I’ve seen this movie end before
That crown won’t shine when you’re thirty-four

’Cause my mum is a fat cow now
With two screaming kids and a dog somehow
A husband she hates, a house she hates more
She was the prom queen, now she scrubs the floor
Yeah, you’re the queen today, but here’s the vow:
You’ll end up just like her — a fat cow now

Lip gloss, high heels in the gym
She thinks forever will belong to them
But I know the curse behind the smile
It only lasts for a little while

So when you brag about your reign
All I see is future pain

’Cause my mum is a fat cow now
With two screaming kids and a dog somehow
A husband she hates, a life gone sour
She was the prettiest girl, now she cries in the shower
Yeah, you’re the queen today, but here’s the vow:
You’ll end up just like her — a fat cow now

Enjoy your crown, enjoy your fame
Ten years later, no one knows your name
Perfect face turns into regret
Another prom queen you forget

My mum is a fat cow now
With two screaming kids and a dog somehow
Yeah, you’re the queen today, but here’s the vow:
You’ll end up just like her — a fat cow now

My mom, the Prom queen

Dubstep hybrid trap, cinematic intro, massive basslines, crisp kicks, snarling wobbles, euphoric melodic leads, glitchy vocal chops, soaring violins, futuristic sax riffs

Drop Goblin

Mom paid the bill, said “go talk it out,”
I sit on the couch, cross my legs, pout.
He says “how do you feel?” — I say “like a star,”
Then ask if he’s single, or if that’s too far.

I tell him lies with a bubblegum smile,
He writes it down like it’s worth the file.

Therapy is a joke, I make him choke,
Play with my hair while I watch him smoke.
I say my mom’s a whore, my dad’s insane,
Then I wink at him and forget his name.
Yeah, therapy’s a game I always win,
He thinks I’m broken, but I just sin.

He says “let’s talk trauma,” I say “let’s talk you,”
I bite on my pen, ask what else he can do.
He looks so nervous, I laugh out loud,
Say “you’d love me more if your wife’s not around.”

Every secret’s just a trick to play,
He’s the doll and I pull the strings my way.

Therapy is a joke, I make him choke,
Play with my hair while I watch him smoke.
I say my mom’s a whore, my dad’s insane,
Then I wink at him and forget his name.
Yeah, therapy’s a game I always win,
He thinks I’m broken, but I just sin.

Cry on cue, mascara streams,
Write prescriptions for my dreams.
He thinks I’m tragic, thinks I’ll die,
But I just giggle when I lie.

Therapy is a joke, I make him choke,
Cross my legs while I tell him “nope.”
I say my life’s a curse, my mind’s not clear,
But I’m the real nightmare sitting here.

See you next week, doc… bring cash.

Therapy

Your woke commandments in my face,
But I saw you bent on the parking place.
Hands on your knees with a fascist smile,
Preach in the morning, crawl at night.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m promiscuous,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m manipulative, yeah I’m cruel,
Yeah I’m the bitch who rewrites the rules.
Yeah I’m disgusting, yeah I’m obscene,
Yeah I’m the nightmare you call a queen.

I’m a teen, free, full of energy,
Not yet locked in suburb jail misery.
Keep your rules, your chains, your shame,
I’m not your soldier, I don’t play your game.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m promiscuous,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m insulting, yeah I’m deranged,
Yeah I’m the monster you cannot change.
Yeah I’m manipulative, yeah I’m cruel,
Yeah I’m the bitch who rewrites the rules.

When you’re scared, you make up values,
Dress your fear in moral rules.
All your virtue’s just decay —
You make me pity you today.

Yeah I’m insane, yeah I’m promiscuous,
Yeah I’m a liar, yeah I’m poisonous.
Yeah I’m manipulative, yeah I’m cruel,
Yeah I’m the bitch who rewrites the rules.
Yeah I’m disgusting, yeah I’m obscene,
Yeah I’m your daughter and I’m seventeen.

Yeah I’m deranged

Electroacoustic music blends traditional acoustic instruments with electronic sound processing and synthesis.
Born in the mid-20th century with tape and early computers, it expanded the palette of timbre, space, and texture.
Today, it bridges classical performance and modern technology, shaping experimental and popular genres alike.

Electroacoustic (Classical Music reload)

Jingle, jingle, ho-ho-ho
I’ve got a secret he needs to know

You wore that skirt up way too high
Kissed three boys under the mistletoe tonight
I saw it all, and I won’t forget
Santa’s got a list, and you’re my biggest bet

I wrote a letter, candy cane pen
Told him every dirty thing you did again

I told Santa you’re a slut (ho-ho-ho)
Now you won’t get presents, not even a pup
While I’m unwrapping diamonds under the tree
He’s stuffing your stocking with coal and disease
Yeah, I told Santa, told him what you’ve done
Merry Christmas, baby — your reputation’s gone

You said I’m jealous, maybe it’s true
But sugar cookies taste sweeter without you
So when your gifts don’t show this year
Remember who whispered in Santa’s ear

It’s snowing lies, it’s snowing shame
And I made sure he knows your name

I told Santa you’re a slut (ho-ho-ho)
Now you won’t get presents, not even a pup
While I’m unwrapping diamonds under the tree
He’s stuffing your stocking with coal and disease
Yeah, I told Santa, told him what you’ve done
Merry Christmas, baby — your reputation’s gone

Oh-oh, sleigh bells ringing, gossip singing
Candy canes taste like revenge I’m bringing
Reindeer laughing, elves all clap
Your perfect Christmas turned to crap

I told Santa you’re a slut (ho-ho-ho)
Now you’re the rumor everyone will know
While I’m the angel shining on top
You’re just the Grinch in a miniskirt flop
Yeah, I told Santa, told him what you’ve done
Merry Christmas, darling — your downfall’s begun

“Ho-ho-ho… no gifts for hoes.”

I told Santa

Daddy fixes cars on Saturdays,
Daddy makes the best spaghetti plates,
Daddy sings off-key but I don’t care,
He tells dumb jokes and he’s always there.

He can dance a little bit,
He folds the laundry, never quits.

So why does mom tell all her friends
That you’re impotent?
Impotent at what, daddy, impotent at what?
I don’t get it when they laugh so much.
Why does mom keep saying you’re impotent?
Impotent at what?

Daddy drives me home in the dark,
Daddy knows the best way through the park,
Daddy tells me stories late at night,
Even if they sometimes give me fright.

He can build a house of wood,
He can make me feel so good.

So why does mom tell all her friends
That you’re impotent?
Impotent at what, daddy, impotent at what?
I don’t get it when they laugh so much.
Why does mom keep saying you’re impotent?
Impotent at what?

She sips her wine, they laugh so loud,
I act like I don’t hear the crowd…
But I remember every word,
And now I sing it back to you.

Why does mom tell all her friends
That you’re impotent?
Impotent at what, daddy, impotent at what?
I don’t get it when they laugh so much.
Why does mom keep saying you’re impotent?
Impotent at what?

Impotent… at what?

Mom says Daddy is impotent

Dark Brooklyn Drill Type Beat inspired by Pop Smoke and Fivio Foreign. Perfect for aggressive rap, dark drill, and NYC-style flows

Pop Smoke x Fivio Foreign Type Beat - Woo Dreams

Mommy cries in the kitchen light
Blames the bills and the endless fight
But I know why Daddy’s gone away
He wanted love you never gave

I see the boys when I walk outside
Their windows down in the Friday night

Mama, maybe if you did what I do
In the supermarket parking lot too
Papa wouldn’t leave, he’d still be here
But you don’t know the tricks I’ve learned this year
Yeah, mama, it’s not about love at all
It’s lipstick stains on bathroom stalls

You bake cookies, you fold the clothes
I wear glitter and strike a pose
He wanted fire, not your Sunday grace
Mum, you're such a disgrace

When the headlights hit, I’m a star on show
Guess that’s something you’ll never know

Mama, maybe if you did what I do
In the supermarket parking lot too
Papa wouldn’t leave
Papa wouldn’t leave
Papa wouldn’t leave
, he’d still be here
But you don’t know the tricks I’ve learned this year
Yeah, mama, it’s not about love at all
It’s candy lips and bathroom stalls

Don’t blame him, don’t blame the fight
You lost him, mom, I did it right

Mama, maybe if you did what I do
In the supermarket parking lot too
Papa wouldn’t leave, he’d still be near
But you never played it like me, my dear

That’s why he’s gone, mom… and I’m still here.

Mama, maybe if you did what I do, Papa wouldn’t leave

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track — only in 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 am just a dude with a passion for music.
I DJ mainly, but have dabbled in EDM Production.
I own Webrix Media Productions and have a lot of side projects.
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Writer and producer based in Atlanta making soul, folk, hardcore, country, and anything else I can get away with. Think less “genre-bending visionary,” more “attention span with a studio.”

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