✨ 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

Each light a story no one reveals.
A petrol station breathes in neon and steam,
Coffee and ghosts in a halogen dream.

Austria, oh you elegant dodge—
A kingdom skipped in this asphalt collage.
Just borderless thoughts in a sleepless glide,
Only the hum of my tires to confide.

In the middle of the night on European route E65—
I head straight into the dark, with memories alive.
Some pleasant, some painful, but I’ve got to survive—
These are tonight’s night stories of European route E65.

There’s beauty in this heavy flow,
Convoys rolling like rivers below.
And then it clears, just black and breeze—
No taillights, no sound, just empty seas.
Every curve feels like déjà vu,
Like I’ve dreamt this ride with someone too.
But silence now is my co-pilot,
In this glass cocoon, I drive through twilight.

Two ferries wait like ancient gatekeepers—
One near Malmö, one down where Greece lingers.
But here in the middle, it's just me and fate,
On this long stretch that won’t hesitate.
Voices once soft, now lost in the static,
A laugh at a border, a moment cinematic.
What I carry can't fit in the trunk—
Just echoes and songs in midnight funk.

In the middle of the night on European route E65—
I head straight into the dark, with memories alive.
Some pleasant, some painful, but I’ve got to survive—
These are tonight’s night stories of European route E65.

E65… no snow in Malmö, no olive trees in sight.
Just this ribbon of night, wrapped around my headlights.
And a highway that forgets nothing, remembers everything.

European Route E65

Tarmac ribbon through the land,
Cut so clean by unseen hands.
Hungary breathes so soft and wide,
No horns, no rush, just the ride.
Each sign a whisper from the past,
Fertőd fades, but it holds fast.
Fertőszentmiklós glides behind,
Kapuvár a thought in a tired mind.

No chaos, no race, no call to go fast,
Just the present — and it wants to last.
The wheel hums low like a lullaby,
On this perfect road beneath a cloudy sky...

Smooth drive —
On Autópálya M85
Clouds hide the sun,
The light has come undone.
Blue plates display poetic names
In white, tasteful frames.
Few single trees salute,
Guardians of this route.
Drifting away in a well-maintained car,
With gentle forests in the far.

Where are the others? The world took a break.
Public holiday, no souls awake.
It’s all too still, like a dream on mute,
Even the birds keep their dispute.
The paint so sharp, the lines so sure,
Every curve designed to reassure.
And drifting slow, soul on glide,
Wrapped in this velvet, four-wheeled ride.

Eyes blink slow, body sings rest,
The road cradles — this is blessed.
Who builds such peace that no one claims?
Just numbers, trees, and gentle names.

Smooth drive —
On Autópálya M85
Clouds hide the sun,
The light has come undone.
Blue plates display poetic names
In white, tasteful frames.
Few single trees salute,
Guardians of this route.
Drifting away in a well-maintained car,
With gentle forests in the far.

The road doesn’t need applause...
It just exists, beautiful and vast...
And today, the wheels whispered through silence.

Autópálya M85

Every Friday, I walk the same way...
To the chestnut tree at the end of the road.
It waits for me — and I, for it.

Heavy steps on silent stone,
Each one says, “You’re still alone.”
The world cheers Friday, starts to glow,
But I move slow, I move below.
The laughter lives behind closed doors,
But I keep walking, past the stores.
My thoughts are loud, the streets are dumb,
I’m not sure why—but still I come.

The gravel crunch, the faded sign,
An old restaurant, lost to time.
The chestnut waits—my weekly mark,
A sacred hush, a question's spark.

Friday, 11:00 a.m., at the chestnut tree –
A crow is cackling mockingly –
Eyes in the sky –
Wondering why –
No mood to cry –
But life feels dry –
Turning around –
Eyes to the ground –
Back where I came – alone.
Friday, at 11:00 a.m. I moan

Across the street, the houses breathe,
Behind their gardens, children weave.
But I just stand, I barely blink,
I ask the sky what it might think.
I speak in silence, soft and slow,
But answers never seem to show.
And still I come, and still I wait—
A heart half-open, half-resigned to fate.

It’s not about hope, it’s not about peace,
It’s where the noise and pressure cease.
A moment out of time, alone—
Where questions rise, then turn to stone.

Friday, 11:00 a.m., at the chestnut tree –
A crow is cackling mockingly –
Eyes in the sky –
Wondering why –
No mood to cry –
But life feels dry –
Turning around –
Eyes to the ground –
Back where I came – alone.
Friday, at 11:00 a.m. I moan

The same path, the same breath...
Still no answers... just the tree... and me.

Friday 11:00 am at the Chestnut Tree

Grey rain's falling on the cobblestones,
Dodging umbrellas in a crowded zone,
Old Town’s whisper lost in clicking phones,
But listen close, you’ll hear the stone.
Freemason eyes from forgotten walls,
Gothic spires piercing through it all,
Golem sleeps behind a crumbling hall,
Still breathing under every call.

In the mist, the river sighs,
Vltava carries all the cries,
Kafka’s ghost behind my eyes,
Where the mystery never dies.

Praha Praha Praha Praha – light up the night, don’t let it fade,
Karlův most, electric parade,
Golden streets where shadows gleam,
Dance through the dark in a velvet dream.
Praha Praha Praha Praha – heartbeat of beats, wild and free,
You’re the rhythm that’s calling me.

Step outside the postcard frame,
Cafés lost without a name,
Concrete hearts and busy lanes,
Still, magic hums beneath the grey.
Hidden bars behind broken doors,
Heavy rain on forgotten floors,
You feel it hum, you hear it roar,
The city's heart is something more.

In the mist, the river sighs,
Vltava carries all the cries,
Kafka’s ghost behind my eyes,
Where the mystery never dies.

Praha Praha Praha Praha – light up the night, don’t let it fade,
Karlův most, electric parade,
Golden streets where shadows gleam,
Dance through the dark in a velvet dream.
Praha Praha Praha Praha – heartbeat of beats, wild and free,
You’re the rhythm that’s calling me.

Golem’s breath in the shifting fog,
Stone to spirit, night to dawn,
Tourists pass but they don't see,
The secret soul that’s haunting me.

Praha Praha Praha Praha – light up the night, don’t let it fade,
Karlův most, electric parade,
Golden streets where shadows gleam,
Dance through the dark in a velvet dream.
Praha Praha Praha Praha – heartbeat of beats, wild and free,
You’re the rhythm that’s calling me.

Praha

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

Much too cold for a leg to shake.
How will you do when I am gone again?
Will you win, or will your dreams go down the drain?

The Lužická Nisa hums under stone,
Carving songs for hearts alone.
Boys from the sunlands, shivering, strong,
Wondering how they still belong.
Will new blood lift the hopes we crave,
Or will old ghosts rise from the grave?
Jablonec waiting with a wicked grin,
As we dream of battles we must win.

Steel your hearts against the frost,
Dreams once found are never lost.
Beneath this grey December sky,
Future’s written in the sigh...

Slovan Liberec in winter break —
Much too cold for a leg to shake.
How will you do when I am gone again?
Will you win, or will your dreams go down the drain?

Chimney smoke and frozen ground,
Echoes of a faithful sound.
Empty seats and empty skies,
Still the spirit never dies.
[Breakdown — Spoken word over beat drop]

Friday fades into silent blue,
Stadium dreams are waiting for you...

Slovan Liberec in winter break —
Much too cold for a leg to shake.
How will you do when I am gone again?
Will you win, or will your dreams go down the drain?
Slovan Liberec in winter break —
Much too cold for a leg to shake.
Hold your line, hold your flame...
Spring will call you back again.

Slovan Liberec in Winter Break

Rolled in early, morning haze
City yawns in muted grays
Reception still, a distant face
“No room till noon” — no soft embrace
Wandered halls, a drifting ghost
Counting doors, I missed the most

But the morning light would change the scene
A golden hour, a waking dream

Lush breakfast at Babylon —
Too much to eat, and soon I am gone
Mushrooms sizzle, bacon hums
Coffee warms my sleepy lungs
Ham and honey, buttered dreams
A morning feast from endless streams
Lush breakfast at Babylon —
Too much to eat, and soon I am gone

Neat the lot, but cold the smile
Early hopes on hold a while
Rooms were modest, clean, but dear
I lost myself from here to here
But when the plates began to gleam
The world was softer than it seemed

The coffee rich, the laughter sweet
Suddenly I’m dancing on my feet

Lush breakfast at Babylon —
Too much to eat, and soon I am gone
Mushrooms sizzle, bacon hums
Coffee warms my sleepy lungs
Ham and honey, buttered dreams
A morning feast from endless streams
Lush breakfast at Babylon —
Too much to eat, and soon I am gone

Aisles like rivers, doors like waves
But breakfast came and made me brave
Crumbs and dreams stuck to my sleeve
And now it’s time for me to leave

Bye Bye Babylon ... lead a happy life ...

Breakfast at Babylon

Rollin’ up from Pytloun lights,
Street’s a river, heading high,
Big tower rising on my side,
The sky wide open, whisperin’ by.
On the left the dreams drift yellow,
Lonely houses, fields so mellow,
Heartbeat hums a softer bellow,
Almost there, almost fly.

Watch the tram, the silver line,
Crisscrossed rails in city shine,
Right side drivers, sneaky spies,
Left side freezes in my eyes.
The game of glances, secret signs,
The crossing calls, it’s almost time.

Turn into! Turn into!
Turn into Nákladní now!
Turn into! Turn into!
Turn into Nákladní now!
Turn into! Turn into!
Turn into Nákladní now!

Closer now, the street breathes tighter,
Flower shops and neon lighters,
Manikúra smiles, food scents brighter,
Empty windows stare like fighters.
Right hand glass, a ghostly tower,
Left hand buzz of fading power,
This is it, the final hour,
The city's pulse, the magic flower.

Waiting, breathing, soft suspense,
No cars from right, no consequence,
Left side frozen in defense,
It's time to leap the waiting fence!

Turn into! Turn into!
Turn into Nákladní now!
Turn into! Turn into!
Turn into Nákladní now!
Turn into! Turn into!
Turn into Nákladní now!

I am in! Good bye! Good bye!

Nákladní

Big pizza smiles still warm in my chest,
Rolling through the neon dream of Forum’s nest.
Full and heavy, floating slow,
Then blinking lights call my soul — "Belgian Waffles," aglow.
Why not a dessert? Why not a sin?
A little more joy where the sweet lights spin.
I step inside, the air like cream,
Crowded laughter, vanilla dreams.

Families giggle, lovers sigh,
Chocolate rivers, berries fly.
Golden plates, caramel skies,
I’m drowning in a thousand highs.

Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Oh, my heart is light, but my belly’s stuck.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Waf-Waf love, but I lost my touch.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Candy clouds, but the weight’s too much.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Sweetness fades when you take too much.

Vanilla mountains, salted seas,
Ice cream towers, honeyed trees.
One more bite of the strawberry swirl,
Dreams collapse in a sugar world.
The lovers whisper, little ones roar,
I’m stuck between hunger and wanting no more.
The plate’s still shining, the spoon still fights,
But joy’s gone missing in the velvet nights.

Families giggle, lovers sigh,
Chocolate rivers, berries fly.
Golden plates, caramel skies,
I’m drowning in a thousand highs.

Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Oh, my heart is light, but my belly’s stuck.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Waf-Waf love, but I lost my touch.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Candy clouds, but the weight’s too much.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Sweetness fades when you take too much.

Oh, the best dreams break
When you take and take.
Even magic falls
When you want it all.
Taste the stars, but leave some skies,
Sip the sun, but don’t drink it dry.
The sweetest joy can lose its glow,
When you forget to let it flow slow.

Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Oh, my heart is light, but my belly’s stuck.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Waf-Waf love, but I lost my touch.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Candy clouds, but the weight’s too much.
Too much! Too much! It’s too much!
Sweetness fades when you take too much.

I can barely walk but I need to get out of here.
Bye! Bye! Enjoy your evening! Enjoy!

WAF-WAF Love Waffles & Crepes

Down Sportovní road where the echoes still ring,
a thousand green hearts, a million dreams sing.
Ďolíček's colors, a canvas alive,
walls full of whispers, of those who arrived.
Smiles like a sunrise, tears in the rain,
the wall holds it all — the joy and the pain.
If it could speak, it would tell you the tale,
of victories roaring and losses so frail.

Tram bells are calling from Vršovická street,
Bohemians marching, proud on their feet.
Under the sign, by the gate standing wide,
the green and the white, the old city’s pride.

Bohemians! Bo-He-Mi-Ans!
Bounce like a kangaroo — make them blue —
That’s what Bohemians do!
Bohemians! Bo-He-Mi-Ans!
Bounce to the groove — get in the move —
That’s what Bohemians do!

Not from Dublin’s lone fancy dream,
but a thousand Bohemians chasing a team.
Magic Tonda smiles from a painting bright,
guarding our passions, our songs, our fight.
The kangaroo dances, a boxer so proud,
jumps through the heartbreak, leaps through the crowd.
Tough as the city, soft as a sigh,
never gives up, and never says die.

Tram bells are calling from Vršovická street,
faces of hope and of memories sweet.
Under the sky where the old songs are spun,
Bohemians shining just like the sun.

Bohemians! Bo-He-Mi-Ans!
Bounce like a kangaroo — make them blue —
That’s what Bohemians do!
Bohemians! Bo-He-Mi-Ans!
Bounce to the groove — get in the move —
That’s what Bohemians do!

Oh if those walls could only weep,
for every promise we swore to keep,
for every dream, for every call,
they held our love through rise and fall...
Magic on match days, magic tonight,
green flares like stars in the velvet night.
We are the fighters, the lovers, the few —
Bohemians, bold and true!

Bohemians! Bo-He-Mi-Ans!
Bounce like a kangaroo — make them blue —
That’s what Bohemians do!
Bohemians! Bo-He-Mi-Ans!
Bounce to the groove — get in the move —
That’s what Bohemians do!

Down Sportovní road... where the green dreams grow...
Bohemians... Bo-He-Mi-Ans... forever in flow...

Bohemians Praha

Silver towers, neon lights,
He watches from his padded throne at night.
Paper bags and golden fries,
Delivered dreams through pixel skies.
Click and buy, and stay inside,
Every mile saved feeds his pride.
Under the shirt, the buttons strain,
A gentle giant in the city rain.

Maps and meters, he plots his fate,
Parking spots must resonate.
No wandering steps, no open door,
He counts the cost of walking floors.

✨ And every step is like a struggle! ✨
✨ Every breath a little juggle! ✨
✨ Rolling easy, keep it subtle, ✨
✨ Every step is like a struggle! ✨

Belly wide like open seas,
A drifting ship with heavy knees.
Double chin like velvet folds,
Smiling soft through tales retold.
Big legs moving slow and wide,
Like ancient trees in windy tides.
No muscle fire, no rushing race,
Only a slow and measured pace.

Plans are drawn before he dares,
How close's the door, how steep's the stairs?
A hero quest for everyday,
The couch, the car, the office stay.

✨ And every step is like a struggle! ✨
✨ Every breath a little juggle! ✨
✨ Rolling easy, keep it subtle, ✨
✨ Every step is like a struggle! ✨

Floating on wheels, gliding through days,
Hoping the parking's close to the way.
No malls, no lines, no endless halls,
A moving feast with no long calls.
Big dreams in a small soft world,
Just a few steps — a flag unfurled.

✨ And every step is like a struggle! ✨
✨ (Fly so low, stay so snug!) ✨
✨ Every breath a little juggle! ✨
✨ (Heart so sweet, belly so proud!) ✨
✨ Rolling easy, keep it subtle, ✨
✨ Every step is like a struggle! ✨

The Struggle

In another land, down a quiet lane
Rolls a bus that knows my name
I watch it live, a distant scene
On a webcam framed in glass and screen
At 13:38, I lose my pride
I sit and wait, no tears to hide
The world moves on — I'm still that girl
Who once believed that bus held worlds

There I was, sunlight in hair
Breathing dreams in foreign air
Now all I have’s this daily view
Of rolling wheels, and missing you

13:38, I feel it again
The bus rolls by and I'm not the same
I laugh at myself, it's kinda insane
But I love that bus — it knows my name

I screenshot fate, I whisper grace
A ritual time I can’t replace
So far, so near — this little screen
Holds more of me than I had seen
Pathetic? Maybe. Still I smile
To care this much... it’s been a while
I dance alone, soft-shoed regret
In pixelated pirouette

They don’t know what it means to wait
For a memory to roll in late
To freeze a joy, to hold it tight
At 13:38 — I feel so light

13:38, I feel it again
The bus rolls by and I'm not the same
I laugh at myself, it's kinda insane
But I love that bus — it knows my name

It's just a minute... just a bus... just a screen...
But at 13:38, I remember what it means.
To feel alive. To feel a trace.
Of something gone — but not erased.

The Bus I Love

Morning haze, asphalt seas,
My boots hit dust, the air won't breathe.
Through the fence, a sweeter dream,
Emerald lawns and a silver gleam.
Old man smiles from his window high,
Another slow dance with the open sky.
I wear my grime, he wears the breeze—
Both prisoners of different dreams.

Different dreams but fate the same,
Two unhappy people, God to blame.
But better be thankful for what you got,
And you will be awarded, that's the plot.

He sees my youth, the rush, the heat,
Longing burns beneath his seat.
I see his peace, his shining gate,
While I punch in at the hands of fate.
Both of us trapped in golden lies,
Wishing for what the other hides.

Different dreams but fate the same,
Two unhappy people, God to blame.
But better be thankful for what you got,
And you will be awarded, that's the plot.
[Outro] (Dreamy, fade out)
Different dreams but fate the same,
Two unhappy people, God to blame...
(soft repeat and fade...)

Different Dreams

Waiting where the hours hum slow,
Dust in the sun, the soft breezes blow,
Industrial dreams behind the track,
Family gardens smiling back.
A calm world stitched in quiet grace,
Until a thunder train finds this place.
Round the block, then time to go,
Find the platform, let it flow.

A seat by the window, heart open wide,
Out of the town where the wild dreams ride,
Flat fields whisper, skies stretch free,
Life’s quiet riddles speaking to me...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

A station stands with no soul in sight,
Fields for oceans, trees in flight.
A garden blooms where rails collide,
A lonely house where secrets hide.
No cars, no paths, no busy calls,
Just ploughlands and the sparrows' falls.
Why was it built, who calls this home?
A riddle set in grassy loam.

I lean on wonder, let it be,
Not all knots are meant to free,
Caesarius, in cloistered glow,
Knew there are things we’ll never know...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

Underneath these endless skies,
Some truths must stay in their disguise.
Not every why has a reply,
Not every dream will touch the sky.
So I ride, and I let go,
Dance with the questions I’ll never know...

Bus trip into mystery,
Past whispered myths of history,
We learn the lessons once told,
To gain the wisdom, rich like gold.
Bus trip into mystery,
The winds sing old soliloquy,
Some things we’ll never unfold,
Still they shimmer, still they hold.

Bus Trip into Mystery

Sewing wings in the dark,
Empty streets, broken spark,
Wind carries dreams too far,
Letters drowning in the stars.

Lights on the road...
Heart still alive...
Lights on the road...
I survive, I survive...

Doubts are burning my hands,
Call it love, I call it sand,
Shadows flicker, hopes pretend,
I choose the night again.

Lights on the road...
Heart still alive...
Lights on the road...
I survive, I survive...

Even when dogs howl at the sky,
Even when dreams break and die,
I walk the cracks, I don’t fall,
Dreams still burn... I have it all.

Lights on the road...
Heart still alive...
Lights on the road...
I survive, I survive...

Lights on the Road

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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