Fly Me to the Moon

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Sunshine (My Girl)

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

Broken

Soft Like Sin

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track

Let the lights dim low, let the worries slide
You’re safe in the rhythm, on this midnight ride
No pressure here, just open skies
We drift in sound, where the silence lies

Every note’s a promise, soft and slow
No rush, no rush—just let it flow
Let your mind be weightless, let your thoughts undress
This is your moment. Nothing less.

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track
(Breathe it in… you’re right on track)

City fades out, just the stars remain
Beats like whispers calling your name
Close your eyes, you’re not alone
This groove is shelter, this sound’s your home

You don’t need answers,
just this pulse to hold
You don’t need stories,
just the bass—warm and bold
Let it wash through your skin,
let it hum in your bones
Where music begins,
we are never alone

Welcome guest – forget the rest
Feel at home – stop the moan
Relax and lean back – enjoy the track
Just breathe, just be… the music’s got your back

Introduction

Plastikkarte, Girokarte , Visakarte, Debitkarte, Paybackkarte, 

Frühling der  Senioren

Plastikkarte

Dernier Souffle

No AI. All me. OH LET US REJOICE IN THE LORD EVERMORE HYMN - sung by me #hymns #recoveryhymns #localchurches

Better To Sing Than Be Sighing

🕊️💥 NO LOVE FOR PIGEONS
🎧 Drum & Bass × Warped Dub × Ragecore Satire
🧘‍♂️→💣 The hippie snapped. The garden declared war.

You thought this was just another DnB banger? Think again.
“No Love for Pigeons” is a sonic meltdown where peace signs burn, and incense smoke turns into tear gas.

🌿 What began as a peaceful groove with tie-dye hope detonates into 170+ BPM chaos — militant snares, dub delays on fire, basslines that stomp like combat boots on birdseed.

🔥 Expect:
– Snare rolls like automatic weapon fire
– Jungle breaks soaked in irony and echo
– Bass drops that incinerate cooing innocence
– Warped vinyl loops, sirens, bird shrieks
– Spoken-word satire over rhythmic apocalypse

🎙️ He said “love and light”…
Now it’s “BOOM–BOOM–TAK-TAKTAKTAK!”

A track for junglists, satirists, and anyone who's ever had just enough of garden serenity.

Lyrics:

Long white hair in a silver tail,
Tie-dye shirt in the sunset pale,
Chanted “love” in a summer trance —
Now bird shit breaks his Zen romance.

Ashram posters curl in heat,
He stomps barefoot on the garden seat,
Incense swirls, but his pupils shrink —
Trigger finger twitch-twitch-twitch by the sink.

He once lit candles for the stars,
Now it’s war drums in mason jars,
No more mantras, no soft release —
Just dub delays and jungle beasts.

💥💥 BOOM–BOOM!!!
Feathers explode like a bassline tomb,
RAKTAKTAKTAK — he’s lost the plot,
Snarefire sprays what the theory forgot.

BOOM–BOOM–TAK–BRAKKA–BRAK!
No peace signs in this backyard track,
Birds dive, and the bassline bends,
Zen just snapped at both its ends.

Garden flamingo gets a crooked glance,
He’s in flip-flops, locked in trance,
Turquoise ring, but the love is dead,
Only red dot lasers and pigeon dread.

Still quotes Lennon on windchime nights,
But now it’s sirens, strobes, and fights,
Coo once — you meet the wrath,
He grooves to a scorched earth path.

He once grew thyme, brewed herbal tea,
Now he’s BPM infantry,
No patchouli, no strum, no grace,
Just trigger-happy drum and bass.

BOOM!!! BOOM!!! TAK-TAK-TAK-TAK!!!
White doves vaporize in the jungle track,
Feathers fall in a dub delay,
Love? That got blown away.

BOOM–TIKKA–BRAK–KRAK–CRASH!
Machine-gun snare, full pigeon bash,
He said “tolerance” with vinyl breath —
Now it’s pellets, rage, and rhythmic death.

“I said love, sure… but not for those shit-dropping little bastards.”
[Break - siren wails, vinyl rewind FX]

No love… no dove… just bang-bang-BANG!
Feathers drift, the air is thick,
He dropped the beat… and the pacifist schtick.

BOOM–BOOM!!! BOOMTAKTAKTAKTAK!!!
Woodstock’s ghost just cracked,
Flower child with the rage of ten —
Shoots first, then chants again.

Namaste with a twitching eye,
Dubstep tears and birds that die,
He preached love, he sold the dream…
Then lost his mind mid-drum machine.

Hmm hmm-hmm... feathers in flame...
Hmm mmm-mmm... dub and shame...
Hmm hmm-hmm... karma misfires...
And peace?
Retired.

No Love for Pigeons

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

No Love for Pigeons

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