TOTALLY HAPPY SAD IN THE 80s

The shadows lengthen, stretching across the room 
Another day is fading, swallowed by the gloom 
The clock ticks on, a metronome of slow decay 
Withering grace, fading fast, slipping away
 
The world outside, a blur of passing lights 
A symphony of sirens, lost in the lonely nights 
Memories flicker, ghosts of joys long gone 
A bittersweet refrain, a mournful, fading song
 
Such a shame, to watch it all unfold 
Beauty withering, a story left untold 
The fragile heart, a vessel cracked and torn 
Drifting aimlessly, lost and forlorn

The rain falls softly, washing dust away 
But the stains remain, with each passing day 
A yearning for the past, a yearning for the light 
To escape this fading echo, in the fading night
 
Such a shame, to watch it all unfold. 
Beauty withering, a story left untold 
The fragile heart, a vessel cracked and torn 
Drifting aimlessly, lost and forlorn
 
A whisper on the wind, a sigh upon the breeze 
Carrying the echoes of forgotten memories 
A yearning for the warmth, a yearning for the grace 
Before the shadows fell, and time began to race

Such Like A Shame

There are no virgins in heaven.
A hymn for the left and retarded

Misanthropic Hallelujah Female Version

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

Ten light years out, the stars all align,
My ship's a ghost, through the void I climb.
Control to Pilot, can you hear my plea?
A silent hum, just the ship and me.

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

The Earth's a speck, a fading blue,
No turning back, what else can I do?
My oxygen's low, my systems fail,
In this endless night, my spirit sets sail.

They said I'd be a hero, a pioneer,
But out here alone, there's only fear.
No grand parade, no cheering crowd,
Just the silent stars, my lonely shroud.

Floating away, in this metal tomb,
Where time stands still, and there's only gloom.
Oh, Pilot lost, in the cosmic sea,
Will anyone remember, will they remember me?

Ground Control, I'm losing the signal now,
Just static whispers, and a fading vow.
This is Pilot signing off, into the black,
No turning back, no turning back…


Lost in the Void

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright,
But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light.
Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door,
Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more.

The floral wallpaper, a predictable stain,
Reflects the silence, a dull, persistent rain.
Another Sunday, the roast sits on the bone,
And unspoken judgments are quietly thrown.
He clears his throat, a familiar, weary sound,
While all the unspoken resentments spin around.

She adjusts her pearls, a nervous little tic,
Recounting stories, predictable and quick.
The children fidget, their eyes begin to glaze,
Lost in the labyrinth of these repetitive days.
He offers advice, sharp and unsolicited,
Another brick added to the wall we've erected.

The photographs on the mantelpiece, a smiling facade,
Hide the cracks beneath, the battles we've had.
We play our roles with practiced, weary grace,
A tragicomedy in this suffocating space.

And the manners are polished, the silver gleams bright,
But the sentiment's tarnished in the fading light.
Oh, the barbarism blossoms behind a closed door,
Where love is a weapon and leaves you wanting more.

The evening descends, a heavy, velvet shroud,
Another day survived within this well-behaved crowd.
And the barbarism lingers, a taste upon the tongue,
Until the next gathering, when the same old song is sung.

Behind Closed Doors

Mach dem Gedicht Europa von Kurt Tucholsky (verfasst 1932)

Wird von Soundcloud zensiert und von der Empfehlung ausgeschlossen. 
Censored by Soundcloud and excluded from recommendation.

Da liegt Europa. Wie sieht es aus?
Wie ein bunt angestrichnes Irrenhaus.
Die Nationen schuften auf Rekord:
Export! Export!


Die andern! Die andern sollen kaufen!
Die andern sollen die Weine saufen!
Die andern sollen die Schiffe heuern!
Die andern sollen die Kohlen verfeuern!
Wir?


Zollhaus, Grenzpfahl und Einfuhrschein:
wir lassen nicht das geringste herein.
Wir nicht. Wir haben ein Ideal:
Wir hungern. Aber streng national.
Fahnen und Hymnen an allen Ecken.
Europa? Europa soll doch verrecken!


Und wenn alles der Pleite entgegen treibt:
dass nur die Nation erhalten bleibt!
Menschen braucht es nicht mehr zu geben.
England! Polen! Italien muß leben!
Der Staat frisst uns auf. Ein Gespenst. Ein Begriff.
Der Staat, das ist ein Ding mitm Pfiff.


Das Ding ragt auf bis zu den Sternen –
von dem kann noch die Kirche was lernen.
Jeder soll kaufen. Niemand kann kaufen.
Es rauchen die völkischen Scheiterhaufen.
Es lodern die völkischen Opferfeuer:
Der Sinn des Lebens ist die Steuer!


Der Himmel sei unser Konkursverwalter!
Die Neuzeit tanzt als Mittelalter.
Die Nation ist das achte Sakrament –!
Gott segne diesen Kontinent.

Europa

The lamps are low, a bruised twilight bleeds,
Across the pane where the rain still pleads.
Each drop a sigh on the dusty glass,
Watching the moments slowly pass.
A whisper soft on the chilling breeze,
Rustling secrets through the skeletal trees.

The path unwinds, a ribbon of stone,
Leading me deeper, further alone.
Each twisted branch, a reaching hand,
Grasping for something I can't understand.
The air grows thick with a damp perfume,
Sealing my fate in this gathering gloom.

And I walk alone in this fading light,
Where shadows stretch and swallow the white.
A phantom limb of a memory's call,
Echoing softly beyond the wall.
Is it real, this shape in the grey?
Or just the forest stealing my day?

A flicker there, behind the dense wood,
A fragile hope, misunderstood?
Or just the moon, a sliver so thin,
Mocking the darkness that dwells within?

And I walk alone in this fading light,
Where shadows stretch and swallow the white.
A phantom limb of a memory's call,
Echoing softly beyond the wall.
Is it real, this shape in the grey?
Or just the forest stealing my day?

The forest breathes, a silent sigh,
As the last of the colors begin to die.
And I am lost, and I cannot see,
If the forest is holding onto me.
Holding onto me...
Holding onto me...

Walk alone in this fading light

Lose Control (Radio Mix)

A slow descent into silence and isolation.

* * *

She lives in rooms without a window
surrounded by a silent sound
She lost herself within that shelter
where safety keeps the world unwound

Don’t wait for a shout
try to break out

She talks to no one, not even herself
her thoughts lie buried, cold and still
What once was feeling sits now on a shelf
forgotten, quiet, against her will

She tries to leave but sinks below 
drawn deeper by the weight inside
She waits for someone just to know
to wake her from this quiet slide

Don’t wait for a shout
try to break out

* * *

Music and Words by FloW., 2025
Generated vocals, shaped by hand.
All vocals are synthetically generated. No real voices were used or imitated. The voices serve artistic expression only.
Cover image: AI-generated, artist-guided.
All samples used are royalty-free and/or properly licensed – including material from Logic Pro and Landr.com.

* * *

More about FloW.: www.iamflow.de
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TeArsTaINz  Pale1 Freestyle"

Toro In The Mix presents: Harder In The Mix
A special edition mix diving headfirst into the raw, industrial energy of the underground.
Dark techno, pounding basslines, hypnotic rhythms — no compromise.
Same Toro — just harder.

No bull. Just beats.

🎧 Full mix available on all major platforms:
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Tracklist & Timestamps:

00:00:00 Roger Lavelle & SAMDMA – Absorb (Extended Mix) [Codex Recordings]
00:05:44 Ignacio Arfeli & DI SUN – Fasten Seatbelt (Original Mix) [Set About]
00:09:43 Cosmic Boys – Hype (Original Mix) [Legend Music]
00:13:40 Milio Ruando & Enveak – Mustard Summer (Extended Mix) [Plein Phare Records]
00:17:41 Avis Vox – Rave Will Come (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
00:21:18 Nico Banfi & Techmo – Push Me (Original Mix) [TRAGEDIE]
00:25:34 HOFDE – Tiger Claw (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
00:30:00 Marie Vaunt – Kurayami (Extended Mix) [HILOMATIK]
00:33:32 RooneyNasr – All I Can See (Original Mix) [Iboga Records]
00:38:12 The YellowHeads & Marie Vaunt – Fracture (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
00:42:40 Spartaque & The YellowHeads – Galactic Drift (Original Mix) [Reload Records]
00:47:55 JAUFFREY – Electric Fear (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
00:52:07 IOA – Bring Me Back (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
00:56:54 Tao & Andra – Rave In Progress (Original Mix) [VOLTA]
01:01:25 Spartaque & The YellowHeads – My Secret (Extended Mix) [Codex Recordings]
01:05:09 Enveak – Just Wanna (Original Mix) [Kurai Records]
01:07:26 Molothav – Acid Storm (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
01:11:59 Mha Iri & Marie Vaunt – Out of Time (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
01:15:25 ROBPM – Feel Alive (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
01:19:24 DJ Panda – Acid Feeling (Original Mix) [Autektone Records]
01:23:17 Mystic, U96 & D72 – Ritmo De La Noche (Extended Mix) [Black Hole Recordings]
01:26:15 Marie Vaunt & SAMDMA – Connection (Marie Vaunt Edit) (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
01:30:49 Miss N-Traxx & Nick Acid – Tapestry of Time (Extended Mix) [Kurai Records]
01:35:25 Maddix & Space 92 – Rolling (Extended Mix) [EXTATIC Records]
01:39:28 Alan Fitzpatrick & Joyhauser – Forgiveness (Original Mix) [Memoro Music]

Harder In The Mix

Freestyle, from the broken places, not my beat though.

aNgRy AnGel.  Pale1  "Freestyle"

Freestyle, ftom the broken places. Not my beat though.

tHErE R No FrenDZ.  Pale1 "Freestyle"

Mitchell Frederick - Nocturnal Radio Live! Episode 50

00:00:00 Pimp Chic! - Stick-Up (Original Mix)
00:03:10 AYYBO - RIZZ (Extended Mix)
00:06:11 Mr. Belt & Wezol - It's Not Right But It's Okay (Extended)
00:08:57 San Pacho - Baby Got Back (Original Mix)
00:11:56 San Pacho, GREG (BR) - Born Funky (Original Mix)
00:15:41 Prospa - Don't Stop (Extended Mix)
00:18:11 ACID HARRY - AY PAPI (Original Mix)
00:21:56 Bob Marley & The Wailers, FISHER - Jamming (FISHER Rework)
00:24:28 Nonô, Sofi Tukker - Pick Up The Phone (Original Mix)
00:27:11 CID - Can You Really Feel Me (Extended Mix)
00:30:23 Seeing Double - Dance MF (Original Mix)
00:32:57 Adam Sellouk, Doriann (IL) - Nocturnal (Extended Mix)
00:36:16 PAWSA - DOUBLE C (From F1® The Movie; Extended Mix)
00:38:29 Void, Kieran San Jose - FLY (Original Mix)
00:41:27 Mau P - The Less I Know The Better (Extended Mix)
00:43:20 Max Styler - Inferno (Original Mix)
00:46:35 Twin Diplomacy - I Got Feelings (Extended Mix)
00:48:50 Chris Lake, Ragie Ban - Toxic (Extended Mix)
00:52:18 Quliano - Nyc (Extended Mix)
00:56:01 Nico Rac - On The Floor (Original Mix)
00:59:43 Duke & Jones - Show Me The Money (Extended Mix)
01:02:09 Truth x Lies - Beat Super Bumpin' (Extended Mix)
01:05:21 Dom Dolla, Daya - Dreamin feat. Daya (Extended Mix)

Mitchell Frederick - Nocturnal Radio Live! Episode 50

Produced @ Homework Studio (Berlin) June 2025

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¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
The emptiness of various Corona lockdowns made Focke the Fockmaster. Musically, he tried out various styles to end up where everything once ended. Techno. 
With classical eight-year music training on the cello, pubescent excursions into New Wave music, everything followed a logic at the end of the 90s. Techno.

¡Shpiln di griln tantsn di vantsn!
Die Leere diverser Corona-Lockdowns machte Focke zum Fockmaster. Musikalisch probierte er sich stilistisch divers aus, um am Ende dorthin zu gelangen, wo alles einst endete. Techno. 
Mit klassischer achtjähriger Musikausbildung am Violoncello, pubertären Ausflügen in die New Wave Musik folgte Ende der 90er Jahre alles einer Logik. Techno.

Europa

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