✨ Electric Heartbeats – Electro & Deep House Pop for Dreamers & Dancers ⚡

Where neon nights kiss synthy skies — this playlist pulses with glitter and guts. Hooky choruses meet digital dreams, and every beat feels like a text you shouldn’t have sent. From mirrorball melancholy to pixel-perfect joy, this is pop’s boldest makeover. Dress loud. Feel louder. Dance like tomorrow’s battery is dead. 💔🔋🕺

Electro & House Playlist - Unbekannter Künstler

Fly Me to the Moon

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Sunshine (My Girl)

Safe And Sound - Byond Bliss

Call Me Maybe

I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

Like me Out now via A-records

Like Me - Single

Like Me

Soft Like Sin

Streets of old, they whisper low,
Names like dreams the rivers know.
Pozsony sighs through ancient stone,
A heart divided, yet alone.
Wilsonstadt — how strange the sound,
Lost and found, lost and found...
But still you shine, against the sky,
Bratislava, sweet and shy.

Oh, the bridges tell your story,
Silent songs of faded glory,
Still I feel you pulling me,
A tender ache, a mystery.

Bratislava, you beautiful mystery,
Glamour, grace, and moving history.
Bratislava, my heart feels your memory,
Sweet, sweet pain in every melody.

Once a sister by the Danube’s side,
To Budapest — a kindred pride.
Handsome brother, distant, near,
Whispers lost, yet still sincere.
Would you call him still your own,
Through broken dreams, through flesh and bone?
Or smile across the border line,
And toast the years in ancient wine?

Oh, your walls have seen the sorrow,
Tides of change, each new tomorrow,
But still you breathe so tenderly,
A thousand songs inside of me.

Bratislava, you beautiful mystery,
Glamour, grace, and moving history.
Bratislava, my heart feels your memory,
Sweet, sweet pain in every melody.

Golden light on cobbled streets,
The past and future gently meet.
If you could speak, what would you say?
"I am the love that will not fade."

Bratislava, you beautiful mystery,
Glamour, grace, and moving history.
Bratislava, my soul feels your memory,
Sweet, sweet pain, come dance with me...

Dance with me...
Bratislava...
Beautiful mystery...

Bratislava

Only time... only time... only time...

Streets bright — (echo: bright... bright...)
Heart — heavy... heavy...
Glass reflections, passing by — (by... by...)
Smile fake, pain real — (real... real...)

And no matter... (echo: matter... matter...)
what I do... (I do... I do...)
Only time... (only time... only time...)
Get me through... (through... through...) 🎶


Steak and wine — no cure... (cure... cure...)
Movies dark — more tears... (tears... tears...)
Crowds dancing — I disappear... (disappear... disappear...)
Sky bleeding — heart seizing...

Only time...
Only time...
Only... time...
Get me... through... (through... through...) 🎶

Memory wash away... (wash away...)
Good days drown... (drown...)
Bad dreams... drift down...
All of it — lost in the tide... (tide... tide...)

And no matter... what I do...
Only time...
Will get me... through...
(through... through... through...) 🎶
[Outro – bass echoes into silence, only faint synths remaining]

Time (Dub Version)

low whisper
Gone...
Left...
Ghost voice pon di wind...

You left... (left... left...)
But stay... (stay... stay...)
"How are you?"... (how are you... you... you...)
No heart... (no heart... art... art...)
No fire... (no fire... fire... ire...)
Ghost mouth talk... (talk... talk... talk...)

🎶 How are you?
Ghost talking...
No feeling...
Ghost walking...
Better silence...
Better true...
Than a ghost pretending you! 🎶

Mouth moving... soul missing...
Wind talking...
Nothing listening...

Left your... shape... (shape... ape... ape...)
Left your... smile... (smile... ile... ile...)
No light... inside... (side... side...)
Only... goodbye... (bye... bye... bye...)

🎶 How are you? (you? you? you?)
🎶 Ghost pretending... ghost pretending...
🎶 Puppet smile... puppet smile...

🎶 How are you...? (long echo)
🎶 Better silence... silence...
🎶 Than a ghost... ghost... ghost...
🎶 Pretending you... (huge reverb boom)

How Are You? (Dub Version)

The Ghost (Dub Version)

There's a river in my mind, thick with shadows, slow and wide
Branches claw like twisted hands, no escape on either side
I stand barefoot on the edge, heart a drum inside my chest
No map, no guide, just breath and depth—this is my only test

What if there's gold beneath the grime?
Or just more ghosts and borrowed time?
But running back is not a way
The only move is in, not away

🎶 So I dive in, I dive in
With a smile I fake until it's real again
Let the muddy water wash my skin
This is life, and I won't let it win
I dive in, I dive in
Not in fear, but with joy and fire within
Let the storm come thick and wild
I'll come out the other side, reconciled
🎶

Maybe it's just surface mud, hiding crystal light below
Or maybe there's a beast inside, waiting for the final blow
But standing still is just a lie, disguised as some retreat
I’d rather choke and lose my breath than rot upon my feet

No whispers left to soothe my doubt
No silent route to walk around
So here’s my heart, exposed and bare
I breathe it in like jungle air

🎶 So I dive in, I dive in
With a smile I fake until it's real again
Let the muddy water wash my skin
This is life, and I won't let it win
I dive in, I dive in
Not in fear, but with joy and fire within
Let the storm come thick and wild
I'll come out the other side, reconciled
🎶

No lifeline, no easy song
Just this current pulling strong
But I’m not made of breakable things
I am roots, I am wings

And if the water pulls me down
I’ll rise up, wear the silt like a crown
Not every thought is truth or fate
Some just test how much you take

🎶 So I dive in, I dive in
Not afraid of the dark I’m swimming in
Let the weight pull, let it spin
I'll still smile with soaked-in skin
I dive in, I dive in
With a soul too loud to let silence win
Bad thoughts come, let them try
But I’ve got joy that never dies
🎶

Take a breath, and jump, and feel...
The muddy water — is how you heal.

Dive In (Deep House Version)

Clock strikes noon, like it always does,
The hum of fridges, the buzz of fluorescent fuzz.
Steel shelves behind me, concrete in my head,
Black bread in clingfilm, dreams already dead.
No label on the loaf, no name on the meat,
Pork so thin, it's almost sweet.
I take my seat like a tired bard—
My kingdom for a condiment. Life hits hard.

But oh, what's that across the sea?
Golden treasure, shining free.
A tube — strong or mild — I don’t care…
Just let me taste it, if you dare.

🎶 Could I borrow your mustard, just for a while?
Just a squeeze of fire, to make this pork smile.
I'll give it back, I swear, even if it's dry—
Even if the last drop is a lie. 🎶
🎶 I'm not a thief, I’m a dreamer at lunch,
Living on crumbs and that tangy punch.
So lend me a squeeze, oh don’t make a fuss,
I’m just a man… who borrows too much. 🎶

He scans the table — his daily scan,
A condiment cartographer, a desperate man.
Eyes like sonar, soul like fog,
Sniffing out mustard like a hungry dog.
There! A tube! Slightly crumpled, bent,
Its label worn, its life well spent.
And still he asks, with tragic flair:
“Mind if I borrow that, over there?”

Oh the comedy, the pain, the lore—
Returning empty what you begged for.
That sacred yellow, last molecule—
Gone forever, yet played so cool.

🎶 Could I borrow your mustard, just for a while?
A brief romance with the tangy style.
I'll pass it back, this hollow tube,
A gesture of honor, ironic and crude. 🎶
🎶 I never bring my own, that's not my way,
I let others spice my day.
So lend me your tube, no guilt, no grudge—
I’m just a man… with mustard to judge. 🎶

Cold roast and darker bread,
A feast of sorrow, barely fed.
A borrowed life in borrowed taste,
Dignity wrapped in plastic waste.
You may laugh, you may despise—
But in my mustard, freedom lies.
A borrowed squeeze, a golden stream,
My daily sin, my lunchtime dream.

🎶 Could I borrow your mustard? Just one more time…
One last burst of that yellow crime.
I’ll return the tube, drained and done—
Like my soul, chasing lunchroom sun. 🎶
🎶 No pride, no plan, just a man on his break,
Greedy for flavor, not what he makes.
So if you see me, eyes full of trust—
You know the line… “Lend me your must…” 🎶


The Mustard Moocher (Deep House Version)

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No Friends at the Party

🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

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Bratislava

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