☀️ Turn Up the Heat: Dance + EDM Vibes 🎧

Feel the sun, chase the beat. This playlist is your non-stop summer soundtrack — packed with high-energy drops, tropical grooves, and sunset euphoria. Whether you're dancing poolside or losing yourself under neon lights, these tracks keep the vibe alive. 💃🌴⚡

Dance Playlist - Unbekannter Künstler

From space, we shine.
But down here?
It’s a different rhyme.

From a distance, blue and bright
Our world glows in satellite light
Clouds like whispers, oceans calm
But truth is hidden in the charm

We build, we burn, then build again
We love, we lose, repeat the pain
Sing for peace with hands in fists
Kiss the sky, then drop the mist

Zoom into the quiet field —
Where dreams are born but truth won’t yield
A flower blooms, a shadow bites
We dance beneath the neon lights

🔥 What do you say? 🔥
Is this heaven or is it hell?
Is it paradise or just a shell?
What do you say?
We keep moving through the fight
Still the sunset feels so right

🌴 What do you say? 🌴
Can peace survive a fragile skin?
When all it takes is noise to win
What do you say?
Are we dancing in our graves?
Or planting seeds in tidal waves?

A breeze rolls off a Naples shore
A perfect view, we still want more
A garden safe behind the fence
But time don’t care for innocence

One siren breaks the evening song
One breath, and everything feels wrong
The child plays beneath the flame
Still learning how to spell his name

So zoom in close, look past the gloss
Where every gain comes with a loss
A mango sweet, a bullet loud
A love that hurts, a crying crowd

🔥 What do you say? 🔥
Is this heaven or is it hell?
Is it paradise or just a shell?
What do you say?
We keep moving through the fight
Still the sunset feels so right

🌴 What do you say? 🌴
Can peace survive a fragile skin?
When all it takes is noise to win
What do you say?
Are we dancing in our graves?
Or planting seeds in tidal waves?

Tell me now…
Is love defense or sweet disguise?
Are we just lucky when we’re kind?
The tiger hunts — and we survive
But what’s the cost to feel alive?

(Ohhh-oh-ohh)
Dancing in firelight,
(Yeah-eh-yeah)
Tears in the strobe night
(Ohhh-oh-ohh)
Truth in the bassline
(Yeah-eh-yeah)
What do you say now?

🔥 What do you say? 🔥
Is this heaven or is it hell?
Is it paradise or just a shell?
What do you say?
We keep moving through the fight
Still the sunset feels so right

🌴 What do you say? 🌴
Can peace survive a fragile skin?
When all it takes is noise to win
What do you say?
Are we dancing in our graves?
Or planting seeds in tidal waves?

[Outro – Echo & Fade]
Maybe it’s both — curse and grace
A cruel kiss in a perfect place
A fragile joy that slips away...
What do you say?

What Do You Say? (Tropical House Version)

Choo! Choo! Train is riding,
Passengers keep hiding,
You left at some old station,
No goodbye, no explanation.
Choo! Choo! Through my chest,
Cuts the silence, no more rest.
Ghosts of love in neon light,
Dancing through my soul tonight.

I don’t miss you, not really, not quite—
I miss how you made my world feel light.
I miss that rush, that secret glow,
That vanished fast, so long ago.

You decided long before I knew,
Slipped away like morning dew.
But I still crash in sudden ways,
Triggered by songs or rainy days.

And isn’t it strange—how sharp it cuts?
Like a blade with velvet guts.
You’re gone, but still, you play a part,
In the quiet tear that breaks my heart.

Choo! Choo! Train is riding,
Passengers keep hiding,
You left at some old station,
No goodbye, no explanation.
Choo! Choo! Through my chest,
Cuts the silence, no more rest.
Ghosts of love in neon light,
Dancing through my soul tonight.

Do you ever think of me, just once?
When coffee steams, or wind hits lunch?
Are you smiling, are you torn?
Or just relieved you’re not where I’m worn?

The train moves on, I see new faces,
But none can fill those aching spaces.
Maybe I don’t want you back again—
Just that feeling before the pain.

"Life's a train, they say… some ride with us a while,
others just wave from the platform,
and some... vanish between two stations
like they were never real."

Choo! Choo! Train is riding,
Passengers keep hiding,
You left at some old station,
No goodbye, no explanation.
Choo! Choo! Through my chest,
Cuts the silence, no more rest.
Ghosts of love in neon light,
Dancing through my soul tonight.

Choo! Choo! (Deep House Version)

And here I go again – in the life train,
Same old heartache, same old rain.
You stepped off – no lookin’ back,
Now I ride with a soul half-cracked.
Smoke in my chest, neon pain,
Rollin’ alone in the life train.

You were fire in a crowded room,
Then you vanished like a fading tune.
Left no note, no sweet explainin’,
Just that silence, soul-stainin’.

Now strangers laugh where we once kissed,
Your name still echoes in the mist.
Not sure it’s you that I still miss—
Maybe just that first warm bliss.

Funny how one glance can twist,
Turn a chill into a fist.
I hear your song, I freeze, I sway—
Heartbeat stuck in yesterday.

And here I go again – in the life train,
Same old heartache, same old rain.
You stepped off – no lookin’ back,
Now I ride with a soul half-cracked.
Smoke in my chest, neon pain,
Rollin’ alone in the life train.

You think of me when coffee steams?
Or was I just a pause between dreams?
I'm still searchin’ every crowd,
For sparks that make my heartbeat loud.

New faces, new hands, still cold,
All that glows just fades to old.
Not chasin' you—I ain’t that blind,
Just want what we left behind.

"Life rolls on like tracks below.
Some jump early, some ride slow.
But some...
they vanish like a ghost in snow."

And here I go again – in the life train,
Same old heartache, same old rain.
You stepped off – no lookin’ back,
Now I ride with a soul half-cracked.
Smoke in my chest, neon pain,
Rollin’ alone in the life train.

Life train… neon pain…
Soul half-cracked… no lookin’ back…

Life Train

Sometimes I wish I could freeze the sky,
In that one sweet second when you looked in my eyes.
Hold the moment like a breath so deep,
A heartbeat caught in a velvet sleep.
Other times I crave the blur and rush,
Skip the pain, the weight, the aching hush.
Just press fast-forward through the night,
Chasing a flicker, chasing light.

But what if joy was waiting there—
In the shadows, soft and rare?
Would we miss it, lost in speed,
Trading gold for broken need?

Stop. Go. Slow it down.
Feel the beat, spin around.
Life’s a rhythm, not a line—
Fast-forward, rewind.

What’s the cost of skipping pain,
If love is blooming in the rain?
A whisper, hidden in the noise—
A silver thread, a secret choice.
If all was easy, would we dance,
Or sleepwalk through the dream by chance?
It’s the contrast makes it glow,
The highs, the lows, the ebb, the flow.

So would you trade the mess for ease,
The storm for silence, pain for peace?
Or let it play, this sacred tape—
Each frame a shape we can’t escape?

Stop. Go. Slow it down.
Feel the beat, spin around.
Life’s a rhythm, not a line—
Fast-forward, rewind.

Let the record play, let the shadows move,
There’s beauty in the cracks, and grace in the groove.
Maybe the magic lives between—
The paused breath and the in-between.

Stop. Go. Slow it down.
Feel the beat, spin around.
Don’t rush, don’t rewind—
Just dance in time.
Fast-forward… rewind…
Fast-forward… rewind…

Fast-Forward, Rewind (Deep House Version)

Clock hits noon, sun’s high in the sky,
Fridge doors hum and microwaves sigh.
Steel shelves fade, I drift away—
To tropic thoughts on a lunch break day.
Black bread’s rough, pork’s paper-thin,
But I feel the groove start deep within.
Not from beats, no beach, no sand—
Just one yellow dream in someone’s hand.

I see it shine, a golden light,
A mustard tube, oh what a sight.
Strong or smooth, I’m not that picky—
Just give me that hit, hot, cold, or sticky.

🎶 Can I borrow your mustard, baby just a bit?
Put some flavor in this faded hit.
No shame, no pride, just need that zing—
To make my sandwich feel like spring. 🎶
🎶 I’m not stealing, I’m just in tune,
Groovin' with your spicy monsoon.
A lunchtime dream, no need to judge—
I’m just a man… who borrows too much. 🎶

I scan the scene with island grace,
Searching every lunchbox face.
No pirate maps, no treasure chest,
But I know where that flavor rests.
There! A tube—wrinkled, gold, divine,
Label faded like cheap boxed wine.
Still I ask, with eyes that plead:
“Spare a squeeze, fulfill my need?”

The gods don’t feast on caviar—
They dine on tang from a squeezy jar.
So laugh if you must, roll your eyes,
But in that mustard, paradise lies.

🎶 Could I borrow your mustard, just a squeeze?
Like tropic rain on sandwich seas.
Return it? Sure. Well… maybe not—
Depends how much your tube has got. 🎶
🎶 I live on hope and mustard grace,
Tastes like heaven in this place.
So give me that tube, don’t make me beg—
I’m just a man… with mustard legs. 🎶

Cold cuts and darker bread,
A beachless soul, lightly fed.
But that tang, that spice, that mellow burn—
Gives my empty lunch its turn.
You dance with lovers on the sand—
I dance with mustard in my hand.

🎶 Lend me your mustard—don’t make me wait,
Let me feel like I taste my fate.
One more dip, one more sin,
Before I punch the clock again. 🎶
🎶 I'm no thief—I’m just a breeze,
Floating on your yellow tease.
So pass the tube, don’t hold a grudge—
I’m just a man… who mustard loves. 🎶

[Outro – Whispered / Spoken Word with Ocean FX]
(“Mustard... the sweat of gods…
One squeeze… and the world softens.
And now… back to fluorescent chains…”) 🏝️

The Mustard Moocher (Tropical House Version)

Mach doch endlich das Tor – ganz normal, wie sonst auch jedes Mal.
Mach aus Grau ein Jubelsignal.
Beug den Pass, dreh kurz zurück,
Schieb ihn rein – für unser Glück.
Mach doch endlich das Tor – so sicher, wie du’s immer machst.
Und wenn’s passiert – dann bebt der Platz,
Ein Aufschrei laut wie Donnerschlag.

Du siehst den Weg, der keiner war,
Täuschst den Schuss – die Zeit wird klar.
Ein kleiner Haken, ein Blick voraus,
Ein Schritt, ein Pass, das Spiel geht raus.
Ich heb die Stimmung, du drehst das Spiel,
Aus „gleich vielleicht“ wird „jetzt und viel“.

🎵 Du hältst den Ball, wo Stille lag,
Dribbelst durch Träume, Spiel für Tag.
Schickst das Licht durch meine Reihn,
Fängst mein Herz, wenn ich allein. 🎵

Mach doch endlich das Tor – ganz normal, wie sonst auch jedes Mal.
Tanz durch den Staub, lass Zweifel vergeh’n.
Zeig uns das Tor – wir wollen’s seh’n!
Mach doch endlich das Tor – wie du’s sonst auch immer tust.
Und lass die Menge schreien – voll Lust,
Als wär der Donner selbst bewusst.

Ich schick mein Hoffen in leere Ränge,
Du nimmst es auf – ganz ohne Menge.
Ich verlier den Takt, du bleibst im Spiel,
Triffst das Netz – lautlos und stil.
Und wenn du triffst – dann wird es klar:
Der ganze Platz schreit wunderbar.

Wie immer... wie sonst... so schön... so klar...
Still... still...
Tu’s für mich... wie du’s sonst auch machst...

Mach doch endlich das Tor – ganz normal, wie sonst auch jedes Mal.
Ein Schuss, ein Traum – und ich bin frei.
Dann brennt das Stadion – nur für uns zwei.

Mach das Tor!

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