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Copy of Daily Drops

Daily Drops 11.10.25

We love a good old fashioned rock song, and this one really is a tie around the head job! #letsrock!

Buddy Holly - Weezer

SMETANAband- в моём тихом омуте.

Электрофорез – фотограф (feat.superkomfort)

Who's Ready For Tomorrow (Cyberpunk: Edgerunners OST) - Rat Boy x IBDY

Pianoбой - Ведьма! (nightcore)

Дайте танк (!) - оплачено

pyrokinesis-нежное электричество

R u mine - Arctic Monkeys

Just enjoy it or sum igaf 🤷🏻‍♀️

Pain Of Love Live - Tokio Hotel

Christina Vidal -Take Me Away

Peace Cult - Take Me Away

The wind is speaking…
Can you hear?

Silent traveler, unseen guide
Carving rivers through the sky
Carries secrets, carries song
Endless journey, moving on

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand

Breath of ages, voice of time
Fading borders, crossing lines
In the stillness, it remains
Whispers flowing through the veins

I am nowhere…
I am everywhere…
Flowing through your memory…
Dancing with the air…

Wind across the ocean
Wind across the sand
Calling through the mountains
Touching every hand
Wind across the silence
Wind that never stays
Leading us forever
Through the endless haze

The wind is speaking…
The wind is breathing…
The wind is always here.

Wind (Psybient reload)

Streets stay cold  
Steel I hold  
Eyes on me  
Trust runs low  
Cash runs fast  
Pain don’t go  

Block too hard, no peace inside  
Move in the dark, nowhere to hide  
Streets on fire, no love to find  
Block too hard, no peace inside  
 
Masks on face  
Blood in rain  
Talk is cheap  
Loss is gain  
Life is war  
Still I remain  

Cold brick walls, shadows collide  
Step in the night, nowhere to hide  
Trust is gone, heart turns blind  
Cold brick walls, shadows collide  

Pressure rising, silence loud  
Cages breaking, no way out  
Drums of war in every block  
Hear the code, the street won’t stop  

Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Dark roads burn, I still survive  
Hard blocks bleed, can’t kill my pride  
Street runs deep, I’m still alive  

Block too hard, no peace inside

Yeah...
Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Yeux brillants, talons foutus,
Rien d’vrai, mais... j’le sens.

Champagne tiède, bulles mortes sur le verre,
Traces sur les lèvres — souvenirs éphémères.
Yeux pailletés, mensonges doux,
Sous les néons, on brûle debout.

On fait semblant, on joue l’histoire,
J’fais le beau, tu joues l’espoir.
Faux sourire sur une vérité sale,
On s’invente des rôles, des drames bancals.

On parle d’amour comme d’une drogue,
On l’vit sans croire à l’overdose.
On s’perd dans l’bruit, on s’trouve dans l’vide,
Cœurs en plastique, regards liquides.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

Fumée dans l’miroir, nos noms fondent,
Blagues tristes, gorgées d’ondes.
Chaque baiser a goût d’retard,
Chaque regard, un cauchemar.

Trop d’verre, trop d’masques, trop d’buzz,
On vit la nuit, on s’crame tous seuls.
On veut l’amour, on veut la paix,
Mais on sait pas c’que c’est.

Le cœur flou, les veines câblées,
Nos âmes bugguent, nos corps s’téléchargent.
La ville dort, nos corps s’en chargent,
Rien d’vrai, mais c’est beau d’y croire.

On rit, on pleure, on s’use le soir,
On fait semblant d’vouloir y croire.
C’est faux, c’est fort, c’est presque divin,
Amour cynique sous les flashs du spleen.

On dit “trash”, j’dis “vivant”.
On dit “vide”, j’dis “présent”.
Chaque erreur me sert d’costume,
Chaque nuit devient coutume.

Champagne tiède, lèvres rouges,
Rien d’vrai, mais j’le sens toujours.
Rien d’vrai… mais j’le sens.

Amour cynique (Cloud French Rap reload)

I can’t find my voice
Words slip through 
Languages fold inside me

Machine breath,
I translate my own echo.
Every tongue, the same,

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

La machine surchauffe,
J'oublie mon propre son.
Je ne pense plus dans ma langue. 

Drift… drift…
Language fading… drift.
Drift… drift…
No tongue left to lift.

Between signals I dissolve,
Meaning spins, never resolves.
Metal heart, electric skin,
No word left within.

Drift — language lost.
Drift — meaning crossed.
Drift — silence won.
Drift — I’m undone.

Drift

Rihanna-Where Have You Been (Tiktok Remix)

Susumu Hirasawa - Parade instrumental (from Paprika) slowed

Cestladore - Melanie

I keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

If you cry

𝗕𝗯𝗻𝗼$ — 𝗚𝗶𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗼 ⧼𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙⧽

Blytmm remix Тимэсен тик + Чужая невеста

Водка 3

взгляни на небо (TT version)

Yeah… pressure in the air again
Breathe in slow, count to ten

Alarm rings, same old war
Emails stack like unpaid chores
Boss textin’, “Need it now”
No “please”, no “how”
Bills climb like ivy vines
Sleep runs out of time
Mamas pray, fathers fade
Kids learn hustle before grade
Everybody tryna fake a grin
But the storm keeps movin’ in

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Traffic jam, bills unpaid
Dreams get parked, hope delayed
Clock out, still clocked in
Even rest feel like sin
News feed full of hate and shine
We scroll like it kills the time
Love cheap, rent high
Fake smiles just multiply
Faith thin, but still we rise
Fire hidin’ behind the eyes

They push, we bend, we grind
Till the weight rewires the mind

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, I ain’t playin’ no more
Better move when you hear that roar

Can’t cage what’s meant to heal
Pain turns steel
Every bruise becomes a drum
I’m loud till freedom come
Don't make me roar, no more

Roar, don’t make me roar
Been quiet too long, can’t take no more
Roar, deep from the core
I’m peace till you open that door
Roar, let the city hear
Every scar, every fear
Roar, still standin’ here
Can’t kill what’s sincere

Don’t make me roar (Trap Soul reload)

Konrad OldMoney - GR4VES

RUN THE BLOCK By Konrad OldMoney Feat Taelor Yung & Bez Tatami Feat Gully Foyle

DAY OF DEAD By Konrad OldMoney Feat Taelor Yung & HAPS

BARRIO by Konrad OldMoney feat Frawst & Big Machete

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.

Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

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