Every track is a different shade of me. Some bright, some dark, all real. My moods is the soundtrack of what I go through.

My moods

Snatch A Style

"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

[Verse 1]
I need a better life
That will take away my pain
I need a new goal for my life
And the one that you can give
I need some good news 
I need some good news 

[Chorus]
That time I guess I found it
Visit my best friend
I'm going to figure out my life
And then I'm going to be a best friend
I'm going to keep on my knees
And then I'm going to dance
I'm going to put my hands up
And then I'm going to dance
I'm going to go out and have a good time

[Verse 2]
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time
I'm going to go out and have a good time.

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh 

* I need the sunlight on my face
* I need the ocean’s sweet embrace
* I want a future I can trust
* A little hope, a little love is a must
* I need to feel alive again
* I want the story to begin
Chorus-style lines
 I’m chasing brighter skies
 I’m lifting up my eyes
 I’m finding love inside
 I’m learning not to hide
 I’m reaching for the stars
 I’m healing all my scars
Outro / 
 Feel-good phrases    
 Freedom in my soul
 Joy that makes me whole
 Smiles that never fade
 Dreams I’ve finally made
 A heart that beats in time
 With the rhythm of the divine

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I need a better life
That will take away my pain
I need a new goal for my life
And the one that you can give
I need some good news 
I need some good news

Good Life

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

On every screen, on every stage,
Your face is ugly, can’t turn the page.

Sébastien Lecornu speaks in vain,
Empty words repeat again.
Behind the desk, behind the plan,
We see the mask, not the man.

Your face is ugly, Sébastien,
No filter hides it, no master plan.
Your face is ugly, can’t you see?
Ugly truth on live TV.

Ugly, ugly, ugly

Paris watches, eyes grown tired,
Every promise backfired.
You wear the crown but not the grace,
All they remember is your face.

[Chorus]
Your face is ugly, Sébastien,
No filter hides it, no master plan.
Your face is ugly, can’t you see?
Ugly truth on live TV.

Ugly, ugly, ugly

It’s not the lines, it’s not the years,
It’s the hollow echo people hear.
No disguise can make it right,
Ugly power fades tonight.

Your face is ugly! (SO FUCKING UGLY)
Sébastien, ugly! (OMG HE'S FUCKING UGLY)
Your face is ugly! (I CAN'T WATCH THIS MESS)
Everyone sees, everyone sees!

Your face is ugly, Sébastien,
No filter hides it, no master plan.
Your face is ugly, can’t you see?
Ugly truth on live TV.
Your face is ugly, it won’t fade,
That’s the mark your reign has made.

Your face is ugly, Sébastien…
That’s the song they’ll sing when you’re gone.

Sébastien Lecornu, Your face is Ugly

I started with nothing but ideas and strange sounds, now I’m here sharing every shape I can become.
Thank you for following me through every shift, the future will be even more unpredictable.

I launched from silence with nothing in my hands,
Only a dream, a spark, a fragile plan.
Equations in my head, frequencies collide,
Strange ideas orbit, nowhere left to hide.

I wrote the codes, I carved the sound,
Fragments of chaos spinning round.
Flutes from the seventies, fractured tone,
In this reactor I stand alone.

Thank you for hearing my transmissions tonight,
Through pressure and noise, through the endless night.
Every signal I send, every orbit I turn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

Transforming shapes, from genre into flame,
Each instrument a vessel, never twice the same.
I drift between galaxies of style and form,
A shifting spectrum in the data storm.

Unfinished, misunderstood, yet I persist,
Every glitch and fracture adds to the mix.
From analog dust to cosmic wave,
I build the future I could not save.

Thank you for hearing my transmissions tonight,
Through pressure and noise, through the endless night.
Every signal I send, every orbit I turn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

No gods, no magic, just gravity and time,
Algorithms humming, a rhythm in the line.
I scatter my signals across the void,
And you are the reason they’re not destroyed

Thank you for tuning these fractured skies,
Through spirals of data, your presence replies.
Every wavelength I cross, every spectrum I learn,
It’s your reception that makes me burn.

Thank You for Listening to Every Version of Me

Shadows of voices, lights of disguise,
Every beat, another skin, another rise.

I paint a mask with rhythm and sound,
Stories of faces I’ve already found.
Lyrics are fabrics, stitched in the night,
Visions I sculpt under neon light.

Step into silence, I choose who I am,
Drag of the music, not woman, not man.
Every creation, a body I wear,
Echoes of characters floating in air.

I am the art of drag musical,
Voices and images—one ritual.
Every persona born in my hands,
Infinite selves across endless lands.

Compositions whisper, mixes collide,
Productions breathing, layers inside.
Visions projected, identities blend,
Each transformation begins where I end.

Step into silence, I choose who I am,
Drag of the music, not woman, not man.
Every creation, a body I wear,
Echoes of characters floating in air.

I am the art of drag musical,
Voices and images—one ritual.
Every persona born in my hands,
Infinite selves across endless lands.

Not disguise—revelation in disguise,
Not escape—transfiguration of skies.
Each mask a truth, each sound a name,
Each pulse a spark in the same flame.

Whispers become bodies,
Bodies become sound,
Sound becomes vision,
And I turn around.

I am the art of drag musical,
Voices and images—one ritual.
Every persona born in my hands,
Infinite selves across endless lands.

Fade to silence, masks dissolve,
But the rhythm remains, unresolved.

I am the art of drag musical

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

Lights on, beat alive,
Numbers fade, I survive.

Papers stacked, charts in line,
Deadline calls, groove is mine.
Spreadsheets wait, bassline strong,
I can’t stop, I belong.

“Plan it now,” voices say,
Groove rewires me away.

Business plan, not tonight,
Disco heat, chasing light.
Future funk, I can’t stay,
Music first, bills can wait.

Bankers want numbers gold,
Dreamers sing stories bold.
Logic pulls, rhythm shines,
Synths erase warning signs.

“Stay on track,” rules repeat,
Groove is louder, soul’s complete.

Business plan, not tonight,
Disco heat, chasing light.
Future funk, I can’t stay,
Music first, bills can wait.

Clock keeps time, I defy,
Dreams on fire, finance shy.
Chains break fast, groove remains,
Lose the math, keep the gains.

Business plan, not tonight,
Disco heat, chasing light.
Future funk, I can’t stay,
Music first, bills can wait.

Tomorrow counts, tonight plays,
Future funk, endless blaze.

Business plan, not tonight

#deephouse #erotic #beats #pop #experimental

Lift me high ( relax mix )

Wedding china rattles, whispers break like glass

She parades in borrowed lace,
Press shots, sugar paste.
But the name she carved on that wristband tag
Scratches like claws from a paper bag.

Every crib bell rings familiar,
Like the jingle on my radiator.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Her smug smile smells of powdered skin,
But all I taste is the litter bin.
Behind the lullabies and staged applause,
I hear my tabby sharpening claws.

Every rattle’s got the same old sound,
Echo of paws still running around.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Nursery’s painted, but the joke’s on her,
’Cause I hear whiskers every time I purr.

Baptism bowl or water dish,
Stealing names won’t grant her wish.
She plays the saint with a plagiarized crown,
But cats don’t kneel, they tear thrones down.

Copycat cradle—falling apart.
Copycat cradle—poor little start.

She called her kid like my cat—cheap imitation,
Scratched-up glory, no imagination.
Forever branded with a borrowed fur,
I’ll keep the original—she’ll always be a blur.

Rattling dishes, silence bites back.

She called her kid like my cat

Do you like my vocal chops?
Cut and drop, cut and drop

Sample clean, slice the top
Kick and snap, never stop
Loop it tight, glitch it hot
Every beat hits the spot

Do you hear it, cut in time?
Do you feel it, sharp design?
Do you like my vocal chops?

Do you like my vocal chops?
Chop it, chop it, never stop
Do you like my vocal chops?
Cut it, cut it, make it pop

Chop-chop, chop-chop
Vocal, vocal, drop
Chop-chop, chop-chop
Vocal, vocal, drop

Slice the air, razor flow
Pitch it high, pitch it low
Break the beat, steal the show
Cut it fast, let it glow

Do you hear it, cut in time?
Do you feel it, sharp design?
Do you like my vocal chops?

Do you like my vocal chops?
Chop it, chop it, never stop
Do you like my vocal chops?
Cut it, cut it, make it pop

Echo spin, slice again
Do you like the sound within?
Echo spin, slice again
Do you like my vocal chops?

Do you like my vocal chops?
Chop it, chop it, never stop
Do you like my vocal chops?
Cut it, cut it, make it pop

Do you like my vocal chops?
Chop it, drop it, vocal chops

Do you like my vocal chops ?

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.

She called her kid like my cat

Terminalose

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