dance til collapse

dance til crumble

Dance til Space

TECHNOPHONK

Phonklore

beacons

broken.exe

When I worked on this song with the AI, I wanted to create something ethereal, almost intangible, a feeling of being caught in an in-between space—between what once was and what still lingers. The central idea revolves around invisible traces we leave behind, connections that persist even when we can’t fully see them. I wanted the lyrics to evoke a mix of nostalgia, uncertainty, and a pull toward something just out of reach.

From the very start, the repetition of "Trace the lines, I see them glow / Phantom trails of what we know" suggests an exploration of the lingering marks of the past. I love the imagery of glowing lines in the darkness, as if the past still emits a faint light, reminding us that it once existed. Every step leaves an imprint: "Every step, a fleeting flame / Burns and fades, but leaves a name"—something ephemeral yet meaningful.

The chorus introduces the idea of "Phantom lines connecting you", which can be interpreted in multiple ways:

Invisible bonds between people, connections that still exist despite time or distance.
Paths we unconsciously follow, signs leading us toward an unknown destination.
Echoes of memories and emotions that linger, even when we think we've moved on.
The line "It's pulling me closer, I can feel the static in my skin" adds a physical element, as if these invisible connections aren’t just abstract but something we can sense without fully understanding. "Every move is a question / Every sound a new beginning" reinforces that feeling of uncertainty, of being in a state of constant discovery.

The bridge, "Phantom circles in the haze / Tracing lives in endless maze," introduces a more chaotic image: these connections aren’t linear but labyrinthine, looping and shifting with no clear resolution. The phrase "Phantom whispers I can't hear" emphasizes the unreachable—something trying to communicate, to guide us, yet always just out of range.

The song closes with the repeated "Closer, closer, pulling through / Phantom lines connecting you," leaving everything in suspense. There’s no resolution, only the certainty that these invisible lines still exist, pulling us forward even when we don’t know where they lead.

More than a straightforward story, "Phantom Circles" is a feeling turned into sound. It captures the idea that even when everything seems to fade, connections—whether memories, emotions, or people—continue to shape our path, even when we can’t fully see them.

phantom circles

It’s like… I’m falling, but I’m not scared.

the crymson spiral

When I started working on this song with the AI, I wanted to play with sound and rhythm as a metaphor for a relationship falling apart. I didn’t want a conventional breakup story—I wanted to capture that feeling of disconnection through the aesthetics of a DJ set, a worn-out vinyl, a track that distorts and falls apart. What came out of it was a much stronger concept than I expected, where musical language becomes the perfect way to describe the end of a relationship.

Right from the start, "It's not the silence that breaks / It's the weight of the echoes" sets the tone of the song. It’s not the absence that hurts the most, but what keeps reverberating—the echoes of something that once was. This felt crucial to me because, in a breakup, emotions and memories don’t disappear instantly; they linger like a loop we can’t escape.

The first verse introduces the idea of a gradual desynchronization: "We used to move like syncopated lines / But the track skipped; now we're out of time." This is where the musical metaphor really works—two people who used to be in sync are now completely out of rhythm. I like how the song doesn’t suggest a sudden, dramatic split but rather a slow unraveling: "Cracks in the rhythm, holes in the flow." Like a beat that starts to crumble, the connection erodes piece by piece.

The chorus—"We broke the beat, our tempo’s through / The groove collapsed, it’s me and you"—sums up the central idea: the rhythm is gone, the structure has collapsed, and there’s no way to fix it. The repeated "Oh-oh, we broke the beat / Oh-oh, the loop’s incomplete" reinforces that feeling of being stuck in a cycle that never resolves, a track that keeps skipping instead of moving forward.

Throughout the song, there are strong images that emphasize the idea of a failing track: "Turntables spinning but the needle’s stuck," "A dissonance growing between you and me," "Like a drop that hits but never lands." I particularly love that last line because it perfectly encapsulates the frustration of something that never quite arrives where it should.

The final verse delivers the last blow: "Can’t remix what’s already dead." At this point, it’s not even about trying to save what’s left—there’s nothing to rebuild. The line "The silence now is louder than sound" brings the song full circle, reinforcing the idea that it’s not just the quiet that hurts, but the missing rhythm that once held everything together.

This song works because the musical parallel isn’t just decorative—it truly captures the essence of a relationship that has lost its rhythm and collapsed. Instead of simply saying, "this is over," the song lets the beat itself tell the story. Love, like music, needs rhythm, harmony, and flow. And when that breaks, no remix can fix it.

we broke the beat

Born and die, sleep, cry and fight
Reborn, cry and fight, born and die

born & die ///// born again

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Messi or Yamal

love it / leave it

home

Available on Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/0V15xE7tFIuNo3PZyrR8iA?si=iSRFXlrtS4aNSfsnnXIgVg

Offical Video: https://youtu.be/oqYyhXszmnY?si=veUBSEhCV7bUJ2GJ

When I worked on this song with the AI, I wanted to capture that moment of calm and satisfaction after struggling for so long. It’s not just about feeling good—it’s about recognizing the change, about finally being able to say with certainty that things have truly fallen into place. It’s the feeling of having fought through uncertainty and hardship and now, at last, finding balance.

From the very first verse, "My life has changed / I'm now aligned / In perfect time / The sun will shine," the song sets a tone of clarity and harmony. There’s no hesitation, no lingering doubts—just a sense of alignment with the present. The constant repetition of the chorus reinforces the idea that this positivity isn’t fleeting, but real and lasting. It’s not just a hope—it’s a declaration: "Things are looking up."

I love how the song plays with simple yet evocative imagery in the second half. "Life’s a beach" is a laid-back metaphor, a way of saying that life finally feels smooth, effortless. "Livin’ like a leaf or a bug, drinkin’ from a leaf" adds to this idea of being connected to the natural flow of things, as if after so much struggle, everything is finally happening effortlessly, without resistance.

One of the most interesting details is the line "Gimme them grapes, let me feed." This can be seen as a symbol of abundance and reward, the idea of finally being able to enjoy what you’ve worked for. Whether literal or metaphorical, it’s the moment when, after enduring hunger—physical, emotional, or otherwise—you can finally indulge without guilt or fear of losing what you’ve gained.

The verse "Feel a change in the wind / Things are looking up / For me, for us" adds another important layer: this isn’t just about personal success, but also about a shared victory. It acknowledges that this shift isn’t just happening on an individual level, but extends to those around you as well.

The song closes with the insistent repetition of "Things are looking up" and "Life’s a beach," making it clear that this isn’t just a fleeting celebration—it’s a statement that, after all the storms, everything has finally found its rhythm.

More than just a feel-good song, "luck" is about that deep relief you experience when you realize that everything you fought for was worth it—and now, at last, you can breathe and enjoy it.

luck

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There are no clocks anymore.Time is measured in silence and ash.

I walk through what used to be a city. The towers bend like rusted skeletons. The air hurts — not because of the heat, but because it smells like guilt. As if we all left our decisions hanging in the sky before it burned.

The walls tried to confess.
But even their apologies were incomplete.
The end came before the sentence.

There’s no one left to punish.
Because we were all guilty.

We were the ones who laughed while the ground sank.
The ones who claimed to be neutral while lies were fired like bullets.
The ones who said “it’s not that bad” every time an alarm went off.
The ones who cared more about gas prices than burning forests.

I watched my sister die without antibiotics.
I saw animals boil alive in acidic puddles.
I saw temples crumble while their worshippers begged for more punishment.

And still, there are some who whisper:
—But who allowed this?

We know.
We all know.

It wasn’t a country.
Or a bomb.
Or a single politician.

It was the global consent of indifference.

Today, I buried my last photograph.
A picture of a little girl smiling beside a lake.
That lake is dust now.
And that girl — me — doesn’t smile anymore.

I wrote on the back:

“Don’t forget me.
But more importantly,
don’t forgive yourself so quickly.”
Then, I burned it.
Because in this world, there’s no room left for memories without rage.

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Hope enjoy this track and unreleased set of song on Technophobic DJ Set: https://soundcloud.com/versalisme-versalisme/technophobic-sessions-dj-set-1

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Official video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B79WWAeZkdw&list=RDB79WWAeZkdw&start_radio=1

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Versalisme is a multifaceted AI solo producer and composer whose work spans dark techno, hip-hop, trap and beyond. Known for their ability to merge pulsating electronic beats with raw storytelling, they explore the depths of human experience through sound. With lyrics and compositions in Spanish, Catalan, and English, their music reflects a rich cultural blend where no style is off-limits.

Their latest album, Things Are Getting Darker, delves into the shadows of nightlife, portraying the raw emotions and fleeting connections that unfold under the neon lights. Each track is a vivid portrait of the club scene, combining vulnerability and chaos with hypnotic, driving rhythms.

Balancing influences from dark techno to hip-hop, Versalisme defies genre boundaries, creating a unique sonic tapestry that invites listeners to explore both the dancefloor and the soul. Their work is a testament to the idea that music, in all its forms, is a universal language for connection and self-expression.

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