Aque House

This was created and written by: 
J J Samuel
The production and music was done by: 
J J Samuel

#Cosmic #ContemporyPiano #Electronic #ProgressiveHouse #Ragtime #Carnival #Energetic #FestivalReady

Spiralmagic is an instrumental cosmic carnival! Ragtime’s lively piano meets progressive house’s pulsing bass, supersaws, pads, and drums in C major.
It’s a  festival banger with time-warping energy. Ready for the galactic dancefloor! 🚀🎹💫

SpiralMagiC [Instrumental]

you've got this

“Lock Your Gates” is a dark beast of a dubstep track drowned in heavy sub-bass, cinematic orchestration and powerful female vocals. 

Music: Zemandan
Vocals: Astrid Solvrid

Lyrics: 
Lock your  gates– Be ready – The night's alive
Madness strikes – Stay close and we might survive

Chaos reigns – Yet we stand tall
Old-school friend – We’ve been through it all
Swords on fire – The night’s our stage
No rules now – Unleash the rage

Lock your gates – Be ready – The night's alive
Madness strikes – Stay close and we might survive

Steel and smoke – Pure death unfolds
Godly whispers – Be brave and bold
Keep your eyes – The night won't lie
My dear friend – We fight or die

Lock Your Gates

🌴 Neon nights, ocean drives and endless summer vibes. Crockett & Tubbs takes you straight into a synth-soaked Miami Vice dream with its chill groove. 🚤🌆


Crockett and Tubbs

been vaulted too long lol fuckit
produced by yurs truly <3

feel anemic, bitch i'm bleedn.
quell the bleedn, can yu feel it?
tell me i'ma be fine, baby i need it. ://
leakn frm my head too much, i conceal it.
so many problems that i can't even on my own.
think i feel it in my bones, how i'm gonna choke.
when i'ma go? i don't evn fuckn know.
think all i want is for yu to keep me close.

weight so heavy. feel so empty.
can't rest no more. can't feel my core.
i'm faceless.. he gone, erased.
don't wanna feel inane [i don't wanna feel inane..]
feelin like a painting, but nobody tryn frame.
i feel so insane, baby i know i'm insane.
ion een wanna talk. fuckd my head up, get away.

FEEL SO ANEMIC 🩸 Prod 𝓛es

-La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus No3-
Brutalist techno meets cinematic glitch, madness and swagger.
This shit got out of hand.
A dark cinematic techno cut from another dimension —
brutal, stylish, and a little too smooth for its own good.
Glitchwave swagger meets analog decay.
Written, Produced and performed by ZEMANDAN

Lyrics:

His shoes know secrets from foreign floors
Hotel lobbys don’t trust him no more
Passport full of ghosts, stamps like scars
Check-in with a grin, check-out with the stars
Some bellhop said “Yo bro grab your bags”
Next day found strangled - shot three times to the back
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three chalked the scene – heart attack

Needle hums like a chainsaw lullaby
Skin drinks the story, waves a crooked bye
Ink worth more than the skin it rides
Signs with a smirk, mark hides
Front-row sinner with a seaside view
Jailhouse manners but a limousine mood
Breaks the law just for being this smooth
Bar tabs holy, receipts in flames
Neon mercy on a friday crime
Half saint, half payday loan
Counts scars like miles, drinks champagne
Talks in riddles and plays his game
Bent moonlight into knife and sold it twice
Poor bastard fell on the blade 49 times

Pours codeine in a dirty jacuzzi – calls it punch
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three never loses, just redeems
Makes money from others’ dying dreams
Soul on hire, sins on lease

Jailhouse manners and a limousine mood!
Breaks 5 laws for just being this smooth!
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three hums – I will get you
Gold on cuffs, chaos on cruise
Mirrors bend when he walks through
Shadows flicker, mocking all you choose

Sunburnt alibi and a tropical bruise
Smells like money and others bad news
Kicked out twice, showed up again
Taxi confession sings your rearview fate
Red lights season, just another trait
Prison perfume and a court house smoke
Talks in codes that rich men broke
Watch ticks backwards, prays in lowercase
Laws bend, gravity doesn’t dare

Needle hums like a chainsaw cry
Skin drinks the story, waves at the crooked sky
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three smirks, stacking sins on high
Every scar, every laugh, every twisted tie
Mirrors crack, bending all the lies

Jailhouse manners but a limousine mood!
Breaks 4 laws just for being this smooth!
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious de la McJesus number three hums – Will for sure accuse you
Gold on cuffs, chaos on cruise
Mirrors bend when he walks through
Shadows flicker, mocking all you choose

Found strangled, shot 3 times to the back
They chalked the scene then marked it as a heart attack
La’Quantavius Quavo DeShawntrayvious McJesus number three hums through halls
Tiptoes past system, breaks all laws

La’Quantavius No. 3

Don't Change

Rhythmic drums and hearts collide,
beneath their tartan’s proud disguise.
Each soldier boy, a child inside,
beholds this dawn with hollowed eyes.
The fetor of fear and peat and sweat,
bleeding under the thunder’s moan.
They steel their hearts, lest they forget,
the men they must become.

Before the Battle Begins

Roads of Stardust

Loop of Me — a cinematic cyberpunk techno piece by ZEMANDAN.

A mix of dark techno, glitchwave and hybrid orchestral electronica, infused with ZEMANDAN precision.

🎛️ Produced, written & performed by ZEMANDAN
⚡ Genre: Electronic / Cyberpunk / Cinematic Techno
🌀 “Three of me watched the same scene burn…”

Lyrics:


Three of me watched the same scene burn, 
one asleep, one awake, one recording
Smoke curls like questions that never stop forming
The skyline shivers, folding into itself
Every scream loops back, stitched into velvet hell

Mirrors reflect a thousand me
Each blink rewinds, resets the debris
Corridors twist like a tongue I can’t speak
Time collapses, drips down the walls of my cheek

I'm on fire to witness the echo
I float above, observing my own panic
Counting degrees of terror while the world spins manic
Shadows whisper secrets in a language I almost know
Each heartbeat echoes, fast then slow
A carousel of faces, mine yet not
Fingers trace fire on walls that rot
I reach for meaning, it dissolves in mist

Every step forward is already missed

Mirrors reflect a thousand me
Each blink rewinds, resets the debris
Corridors twist like a tongue I can’t speak
Time collapses, drips down the walls of my cheek

Three of me, always watching, always burning
One asleep, one awake, one forever learning
Reflections fracture into infinite lies
Bound to the loop where all silence cries

Loop of Me

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Blending progressive house, cinematic EDM anthems, bacon, techno, dubstep & hypnotism into glitchy grooves, distorted fat bass and euphoric darkness🔥

Bookings: zemandan@hotmail.com
(NO promoters, please – direct only.)

Loop of Me

•ZEMANDAN•