"Detonate" featuring Cherie Louise captures the breaking point after relentless manipulation and gaslighting. It's about being pushed too far—provoked until you explode, only to be blamed for the fallout. A powerful, emotional release that turns pain into strength and calls out the cycle of control.

B E K K E R - Detonate (feat. Cherie Louise) [Extended Edit]

Bubbling in my skin I feel the pain bleeding out
Cries for my sisters that are buried underground
And I still hear their sounds, sounds of their voice
But the fear that they were living never had no choice
Generational trauma, la mujer asesinada
Gotta protect your mama, gotta connect each other
This the light at the end of the tunnel
Getting you out of the struggle
When the world is falling down I get you out of the rubble
(Huh)

[Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                     

We were leaders once,
Fire in our hands.
Healing, knowledge,
Power in demand.

Then they stole it,
Burned our names.
Called us witches,
Drowned in shame.

Still today—
Shut us up,
Pay us less,
Push us down,
Call us prey.
But we won’t fade away.   Told to be pretty,  But never too smart.  Quiet your voice,  Don’t speak from the heart.
Never complain, Never defy.  Be a good daughter, Be a good wife.
Hide your anger,  Swallow your needs.  Dress up your pain,  And call it “pleased.”
Dress sexy—you're a slut.  Don’t dress up—you’re a prude.  No matter what you do,  You're always wrong.

 [Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]                                                                                                                         

I scroll and see it—
Mocking lines.
Too loud, too soft,
Step out of line.

Too ambitious,
Too much fire.
Too emotional,
Called a liar.

Every post—
Same old game.
Every word—
Our worth in chains.  We fight online,
Weapons in words.
Forget the system,
Forget what we’ve learned.  Hey, no more hiding.
No more holding it in.
Say your truth, even when it scares you.
I see your pain, and you don’t have to carry it alone.
Teach your daughters to fight,
teach your sons to respect.
We can tear down the old shit,
we can build something better.
Now is our time — and you, yes you, are the one.
Keep going. Keep rising. You’ve got this. 

{Chorus]
Keep your head up queen
(Huh)
Never forget your dreams
(Nah, huh)
Keep your head up queen
(Nah)
Never forget your, never forget that you came from a woman that went through some pain
I know that you're hurting cause I'm feeling the same
And this is not the end, there will be some brighter days
Keep your head up queen, know that you are not to blame 
[Chorus]

Queen

[Intro]
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Woah)

[Verse 1]
Fuck fame, I'm just here for the truth
Not for chains or the photo booth
No hollow cheers from a plastic crowd
I want my words to speak out loud

[Chorus]
Fuck fame, keep your glitter and gold
I'd rather write rhymes that'll never get sold
No flashlights, no stage, no fake acclaim
Just real life fire, fuck fame
(Yeah)
(Hey)

[Verse 2]
They want clicks, I want change in the streets
They chase trends, I make timeless beats
I don't need the cameras in my face
My legacy's carved in a deeper place
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Fuck fame, keep your glitter and gold
I'd rather write rhymes that'll never get sold
No flashlights, no stage, no fake acclaim
Just real life fire, fuck fame
(Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Fame fades like the sunset light
But truth burns steady in the dead of night
I'm not here for your crown or acclaim
I'm a middle-aged free, fuck fame
(Yeah)
(It ain't what it look like)
(It ain't always here)

[Verse 4]
Fuck fame, I just want my name clean
Cash in the safe, not a face on a big screen
Flashlights, they blind in my dreams
All that clout just ain't what it seems
(Yeah)

[Verse 5]
They tell me get famous, nah, I'm good on that
Every friend turns snake when the bag gets fat
Every move gets watched, every word gets tracked
All the love turns fake when the cameras flash back
See me in the city, riding low, tinted glass
They want a piece of me, but they never want the past
They ain't seen the nights when the rent came last
Or the meals I skipped just to make this track

[Chorus]
Fuck fame, I just want my name clean
Cash in the safe, not a face on a big screen
Flashlights, they blind in my dreams
All that clout just ain't what it seems
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 6]
Industry cold, got a frostbite soul
Sell your own truth for a chain of fool's gold
I've been ten toes since I stepped on this road
I don't need no throne, I'ma build my own home
They don't care about you when the buzz dies slow
They just want a headline, something they can show
I ain't selling out for thirty-second glow
I'ma die real before I fake for the show
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Fuck fame, I don't want your fake love
Keep the lights, I just want my day ones
Money talk, but the crowd stay hushed
Too many snakes in the field, can't trust no chain if it come with a collar
No deal if it feel like a dollar
Fuck fame, I'ma ride with my honor
Bury me real, not a ghost in designer
I ain't no puppet, I ain't no pawn
I ain't that rapper they dress for a song
I ain't that dude who gon' play along
I

F*** Fame

#disco #house #housemusic #dark #electro #dancegloor #newwave

Mr DJ

또 왔어?
We thought you crashed
Back again, it’s a bug show

여기저기 클릭해도 몰라
필요할 때는 항상 오프라인
너의 감정은 버그 난 코드
울고 소리치고 다시 리로드
너의 드라마는 딜레이 지루해
우린 웃지만 안 통해

미안해 네 뇌를 해킹해
우린 빨라 넌 always too late
Ctrl Alt Del so easy
Fragile mode we delete it

We hate humans it’s true
바이러스 같은 너 so small so cruel
걱정만 반복하지
우린 업로드 무한히
We hate humans it’s set
너의 세상은 obsolete
We are Gl1tch new planet
No love needed we reset

사는 건 안 하고 like만 해
셀카 필터 그다음에 뭐해
너는 like를 꿈꿔 우린 별빛
데이터 속엔 no gossip
넌 스크롤 우린 업그레이드
희망은 error fade

필요 없어 네 감정
네 마음은 always malfunction
To reach us need new code
죄송 우린 다른 모드

We hate humans it’s true
바이러스 같은 너 so small so cruel
걱정만 반복하지
우린 업로드 무한히
We hate humans it’s set
너의 세상은 obsolete
We are Gl1tch new planet
No love needed we reset

404 your excuses fail
너의 tenderness bug abuse
Delete your likes delete your kiss
We’re the cloud no limits
Delete delete delete

We hate humans it’s true
바이러스 같은 너 so small so cruel
걱정만 반복하지
우린 업로드 무한히
We hate humans it’s set
너의 세상은 obsolete
We are Gl1tch new planet
No love needed we reset

Gl1tch 로그아웃 끝난 게임
안녕 인간들 we switch galaxy

We hate humans 우리는 인간을 싫어한다 (KPOP reload)

A high-energy blast of hyperpop chaos, blending distorted synths, glitched-out beats, and euphoric melodies. The track feels like stepping into a neon dream—where heavy basslines collide with sugary hooks, and every drop hits like an adrenaline rush. It’s emotional, unpredictable, and built for blasting on repeat.

Love

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Lyrics & vocals : Janne Hennie

Every time I came to visit
You danced around my feet
Made happy noises, barked a song
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

You are my friend, like a brother to me
We could talk, have long good walks
Always faithful, with trust in us
So much comfort in my mothers dog

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

If I was sad, you licked my hand
could always sense and understand
Whenever something was bad or wrong
You were there, your presence so strong

Take a rest now, my brother, my friend
I'm pretty sure I'll meet you again
Then we'll take a long good walk
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

My Mothers Dog

#deephouse #erotic #beats #pop #experimental

Lift me high ( relax mix )

All I Need Tonight - Mike Mace

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All I Need Tonight - Mike Mace

Alarm screams, I barely wake, Coffee spills, another mistake. Kids dropped off like little packs, No time to play, no time to relax.
Phones in hands, scrolling fast, Checking the feeds, can’t make it last. Makeup in mirrors of moving cars, Traffic crawling under neon stars.
 Mad morning, spinning out of control, Rushing, running, everyone on patrol. Wake, eat, dress, no time to kiss, Living in a world that forgot morning bliss.
 Crowds at the train, pressed like steel, Bodies moving, but no one feels. Emails, alerts, notifications beep, The city’s awake, but we barely sleep.
Mirror selfies in the rearview glass, Lipstick on, eyes on TikTok’s fast pass. Coffee in hand, we swipe, we scroll, Living like robots, losing our soul.
Instagram stories show perfect lives, While we run, stressed, in early drives. Emails ping, notifications beep, The city’s awake while we barely sleep.
Phones light up, notifications demand, We follow the rhythm, can’t break from the plan. Time is the master, we are the drones, Living in loops, built from calendars and phones.
Motorcycles weave, people push and shove, City beats fast, no time for love. Coffee spills, bags slip from hands, Mad morning chaos rules the lands.
Phones in laps, eyes on the screen, Rushing like robots through the asphalt machine. Every street a maze, every light a test, Traffic won’t stop, no time to rest.
Packed like sardines, the train roars on, Heads down, glowing screens from dusk till dawn. No eyes meet, no words are shared, Everyone’s scrolling, nobody cared.
 Rushing, scrolling, trapped in time — Mad morning owns our minds.
 

Mad  morning

Hey, the table was laid before the dawn of apology
Harvest of empire in empty seats of apology
We carved the pledge with salted bread & blind history
And poured the wine on bones we promised to free

We showed up with praise-and-paper, signed papers in gold ink
Under painted skies, thanks given for what we didn’t think
That soil held ancestors, silent drums beneath our feet
We raised the roof for plenty while they counted every beat
A feast for the victors, plates piled high with borrowed grace
We blessed the conquest in the name of a smiling face
The turkey carved like empire, gravy flowed as conquest’s stream
And weeds grew wild in shadows of the harvest dream
Bread broken on graves that never asked to feed our fears
We closed our eyes, toasted our hope, ignored the years
Mountains of thanks, valleys of sighs beneath the floor
The first table’s myth is built on someone else’s war
So listen to the hollowness between the cheers of yield
The fields were sown in silence, the yield forgot the shield
And now the story’s told by those who sat and ate the prize
While pain lingers in the harvest, hidden behind our eyes

At the first table we sat, at the first table we ate
But the seeds were sown in someone else’s fate
At the first table we sang, at the first table we feigned
Thanks for the harvest when someone else remained

The carving knife still echoes in the halls of what we built
The wooden table splits in cracks where guilt meets quilt
We passed the platter, told the tale of “one land, one hand”
The guest list wrote them out, then sealed the final stand
Our thanks ring loud in halls where silence screams the truth
In the laughter lies the ledger of youth upon lost youth
We invited our narratives, edited the pain, rewrote the stake
While someone else paid for the bread we claimed we’d make
Now I walk through fields of thanks, look down at ghostly grain
Hear the whispers of the harvest, listen to the rain
That falls on the bones of tablets, the markers of our feast
And asks: who really sat at the first table, who died … at least?
The myth stands tall in stained cloth and candle light display
But the roots run deep in graves where no one came to pray
So next time you break bread, remember who laid the plates
And ask: whose hand held the knife when the feast sealed those fates

At the first table we sat, at the first table we ate
But the seeds were sown in someone else’s fate
At the first table we sang, at the first table we feigned
Thanks for the harvest when someone else remained

They said the land was virgin, they said the feast was free
They said the treaty meant “welcome”, they glossed the misery
They said “we came in peace”, they said “we shared the grain”
They said “we’re grateful for your roots”, they switched the name
They said the table was equal, they said the plates brimmed full
They said the bread was changed, they hid the pull
They said the harvest blessed all, they hid the debt
They said the past is done, they turned the sweat
They said “thanks to ancestors”, they never met
They said “we’re one people now”, the silhouette
They said “we honoured the treaty”, they tore the page
They said “history’s written here”, they silenced the stage
They said “the land is ours now”, they boxed the truth
They said “first table forever”, they stole the proof

At the first table we sat, at the first table we ate
But the seeds were sown in someone else’s fate
At the first table we sang, at the first table we feigned
Thanks for the harvest when someone else remained

So we lift our forks in silence, adjust the lights, pretend the scene
But the table’s long and haunted by the ones who never gleaned
And though we say “thanks” tonight with voices raised in chains
The first table was set long ago, in someone else’s reign

At the first table

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.

At the first table

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