amazing track. blew me away. spot on lyrics and the hook OMG.

Kenobix - Watch the Shadows

Wizard Billionaire 528Hz
Progressive House, Atmospheric, Ethereal, Deep Bass, Swelling Pads, Euphoric Synth Arpeggios, Hypnotic Vocals, Uplifting, Gradual Build-Up, Driving Rhythm, Warm Groove, Lingering Saxophone
Lyrics:

I'm gonna be a billionaire,
Cause Magic is real if you so dare,

I am the wizard billionaire 
I am going to actually share,
Restore the vibration of this earth,
By planting trees, helping animals and being a wizard billionaire

I wanna help humans remember Magic,
I wanna be the avatar,
I wanna restore nature,
I wanna be a wizard billionaire,

(Instrumental with vocal ad-libs: "Magic is real")

I am going to travel to every leyline,
Restoring our positivity lost to time,
Sharing Magic and healing to all i see,
Cause I am the wizard billionaire 

This wizard billionaire loves you,
As you can be a wizard billionaire too

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Wizard Billionaire 528Hz

Night Pulse

Harder Than It Seems

The Price of Progress

<3

Lyrics:
I'm fallen', free fallen'
to you

I heard you callin', callin'
right through

I'm comin', can't stop comin',
to see you soon

So please meet me tonight,
beneath the moon.

Neh-boo, goo-reh tah-vah na, ya-key goo-too a yeh, dee-krah-day dee-bah-gain
Neh-boo, goo-reh tah-vah na, ya-key goo-too a yeh, dee-krah-day dee-bah-gain


Now I'm crawlin'-crawlin'
on the ground

I can see clearly, so clearly
through this sound

This plea, this alarm!
Was meant to drown

This spirit, this light that was
brought down, down down.

Lookin' up, lookin' up,
at these clouds

Laying in the dirt,
don't feel so proud

Think I'm beginning
to understand now

Reasons why... reasons
why I'm around.

Neh-boo, goo-reh tah-vah na, ya-key goo-too a yeh, dee-krah-day dee-bah-gain
Neh-boo, goo-reh tah-vah na, ya-key goo-too a yeh, dee-krah-day dee-bah-gain

Lord, oh lord!
hear these sounds.

Was blind, was lost!
now I'm found.

Thought this place a curse,
no grace allowed.

Love, light and truth.
This I vow.

This I vow.

Faux Prophète - Fallen Calling

Silent signals slip, slip through static seas,
Your pulse a phantom phasing, phasing into me.
Sub-bass breathes deep, deep beneath blackened blue,
Coded kisses circle, circuits calling you.

Echoes etch, etch your name in endless air,
Reversed reveries rising, rising everywhere.

We are the minimal miracle, miracle tonight.
Distant dots drawn, drawn into one white light.
Kick like heartbeats, hi-hats hiss and bite, bite,
Love in 4/4, infinite, infinite precise.
No excess, essence, essence in the groove, groove,
Filtered sweeps whisper, whisper “I love you.”

Noise grains glitter, glitter like galactic dust,
Shadows sway inside, inside the low-end thrust.
Sawtooth secrets slice, slice the silence clean,
Single stabs so pure, pure in dreams unseen.

Tension tightens, tightens, time begins to bend—.
Nothing left but us, us without an end.

We are the minimal miracle, miracle tonight.
Distant dots drawn, drawn into one white light.
Kick like heartbeats, hi-hats hiss and bite, bite,
Love in 4/4, infinite, infinite precise.
Strip the world to skin, sine, spark and spark,
Forever found, found in this perfect dark.

Drones dissolve… dissolve to solitary tone, tone,
Void remembers, remembers we’re never alone.
Rise relentless, radiant, reborn, reborn.
One final bar, bar before the dawn.

We are the minimal miracle, miracle alive.
Eternal in the empty, empty we survive.
No words, no waste, just resonance, resonance and rite:
Our award-winning endless, endless night.

Signals (Original Track)

Dancing In The Rain

FEEL (chill edit)

In the battered veins of Sarajevo, a city gripped by war, life pulses under siege. The Miljacka River flows beneath shattered bridges and smoldering ruins, its rhythms shaped by artillery and desperate radio signals. In dark basements, Ada performs, her fingers coaxing defiant sounds from battered gear, while masked Kian weaves heavy distortion—each beat a memory, every drop a silent scream of resistance.

Outside, the threat shifts and multiplies. The city survives not just endless shelling but the emergence of a new horror: whispers of rich men from Europe and America, who pay for the chance to hunt Sarajevo’s civilians for sport. They arrive through secret deals and shadowy payments, granted rifles and vantage points by corrupt warlords. The myth of “sniper tourists” becomes a chilling reality for those who must change routes daily and avoid standing too close to windows.

As fear thickens in the city, Ada’s underground sanctuary fills with stories: friends lost to random shells, neighbors gone from sniper fire. Those who gather seek refuge in the music, breathing in the heavy, strobing frequencies that try to reclaim hope from beneath the horror. The music changes. Ada now samples foreign radio chatter—chilling accents, laughter, gunfire—twisting them into the soundtrack of survival. Her sets throb with anger and paranoia. Every song carries the ghosts of those hunted for money, their lives sold and forgotten by outsiders.

Journalists report rumors: some shooters pay tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars for a weekend behind enemy lines. War becomes spectacle. Out in the streets, the crowd thins with each passing day, but the underground remains—thinner, yes, but fierce and unwilling to be erased. Ada overlays field recordings of survivors’ voices, mothers calling lost children, analog cries against digital beats. Each performance is commemorative and rebellious: a dark requiem for the lost and a warning for the living.

A rare blackout silent nights, Kian triggers a remix of a Bosnian folk song distorted and haunting. The music softens, blending sorrow with hope. Even in darkness, arms lift, eyes close, and the crowd—united in pain and defiance—clings to the last patch of ground untainted by violence. The truth of foreign mercenaries radiates in every track Ada creates, but so does the resilience of those who remain.

When questions finally come—who paid for these deaths, who remembers—the answers echo in Ada’s music and the city’s battered heart. Above the devastation, beneath the concrete, the rhythm persists: a pulse of unwilling ascendancy, the sound of memory and survival. In Sarajevo’s darkest days, music becomes the only voice untouched by blood money, the only hope that endures when nothing else is left.


Pulse Of Sarajevo (On Ada's Paths)

LYRICS: 

[Verse]
Shadows stretch across the floor
Feet tap to the ancient lore
Echoes whisper
Never still

[Prechorus]
The night it calls
It pulls me in
A rhythm where my soul begins

[Chorus]
Lost in the echo
Deep in the sound
Spinning in circles
Nowhere is found
The piano speaks
The beat aligns
Lost in the echo
This heart is mine

[Verse 2]
Moonlight dances
Paints the air
Every note
A whispered prayer
The ground beneath
Alive with fire

[Prechorus]
The pulse it grows
It owns my skin
A beat where my truth begins

[Chorus]
Lost in the echo
Deep in the sound
Spinning in circles
Nowhere is found
The piano speaks
The beat aligns
Lost in the echo
This heart is mine

LOST IN THE ECHO

I make music purely to pass the time. I started on January 1, 2025. I like sharing music with others. But that doesn't mean I want to generate profit. I ask that you accept this. Listen to my song here: Send It First. That says it all.

The Price of Progress

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