Gonna tell you about this girl I know
Everything she touches turns to gold
Everything she does
Is everything you need
Don't you know she goes
By the name of Dopamine

(Dopamine) Can't get enough
(Dopamine) She fills me up
(Dopamine) She gives me love
Don't you know she goes
By the name of Dopamine

You're thinking that you wanna stay the night
You know I don't mind if it feels right
But you gotta understand
What it means
If you wanna go
With my girl
Dopamine

(Dopamine) Can't get enough
(Dopamine) She fills me up
(Dopamine) She gives me love
Don't you know she goes
By the name of Dopamine

She wants you and she wants me
Dopamine
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
She wants you and she wants me
Dopamine
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
She wants you and she wants me
Dopamine
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do

Dopamine

(Dopamine) Can't get enough
(Dopamine) She fills me up
(Dopamine) She gives me love
Don't you know she goes
By the name of Dopamine

Dopamine

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.

I've been chasing sound since the day I ran away from home. 
While most kids were in school, I was digging through crates in record stores - learning rhythm, rebellion, and the raw truth music could carry. By 13, I was sleeping in nightclubs. By 15, I was behind the decks, DJ-ing to survive and to feel something real.

In the 1980's, I became part of Belgium's early electronic wave - spinning vinyl before it was a scene.

But life, as it does, took me away from the spotlight. Still, the music never stopped playing in me.

Now, after all these years, I'm back. Producing my own tracks. No rules, no formulas - just decades of sound, scars, and soul poured into every beat.

For those who've ever felt like outsiders...
For those who live through sound...

This is for you.
The beat goes on. And so do I.

Dopamine

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