"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

Click. Package glides down the drone’s wing.
Blink, the world shifts: prime gods ring.
Conveyor of dreams in a box so tight.
We worship the click in the dead of the night.

I bow to the cart, I click like I pray.
Next-day god in a digital fray.
Boxes stacking fast, ventricles hollow.
Delivery gods laugh while our souls follow.
Cheap cables, LED lights, the screen glows bright.
But behind the algorithm the heart’s in night.
We feed the chain, we praise the feed.
But hunger stays real, what we don’t need.
The drone hums high, the warehouse sighs.
Invisible workers under neon skies.
“Prime” stamped on our wrists like a brand new creed.
We love our chains while somebody bleeds.

We worship the next-day god, on rails of the web.
Empty boxes full of the empty we’ve fed.
Click-culture reigns, instant fix in hand.
Delivery god crowned over the wasteland.

Warehouse towers, robotic swarm.
Endless aisles under fluorescent storms.
“Your order is out for delivery,” the voice so cold.
We swallow the new while the old goes sold.
Packages land in manic doses each day.
But the cost is hidden where the wires stay.
We click, we sit back, we watch the door.
While the world spins silent behind the floor.
Our greed compressed into a tracking code.
We load the cart heavy while the planet erodes.
Instant gratification, the billboard screams.
Yet the harvest is nothing but pixel dreams.

We worship the next-day god, on rails of the web.
Empty boxes full of the empty we’ve fed.
Click-culture reigns, instant fix in hand.
Delivery god crowned over the wasteland.

Late night, the drone lands at my gate.
I unwrap the promise, but inside I wait.
The thrill gone quick, the battery drained.
Package sits cold, the hunger remained.
We adore our chains delivered in flash.
But somewhere a body carries the stash.
The box might be new, the label pristine.
The hands that built it unseen on the screen.
Next-day god propped on a pedestal tall.
We worship the service, ignore the call.
The world spins fast under cardboard flips.
We ride the wave blind, we sip the scripts.

We worship the next-day god, on rails of the web.
Empty boxes full of the empty we’ve fed.
Click-culture reigns, instant fix in hand.
Delivery god crowned over the wasteland.

Click ends. The drone fades into the sky.
Box empty, soul heavy, we still comply.
Next-day god hovers in the neon spread.
We loved our chains while the price bled.

Next-Day Delivery God

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.

Next-Day Delivery God

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