[INTRO – SPOKEN WORD / WHISPER] Zuper Wok, data manifesto, experimental radio Radio art, spoken word, Berlin city halo Cashmere Radio, dark hole scenario Escape the Dark Hole, feel the body overflow Super fresh wave in the postmodern night Fluid modernity, we turn fear into light AI in the background, voice cloning tight Love manifesto, we gon’ dance ’til it’s right [HOOK – BAILE FUNK / CALL & RESPONSE] Zuper Wok, super fresh, fat bass go boom From Berlin city straight to your room Find Peace, Know Love when the kick goes doom Stretch and Decentralize, we make more room Data manifesto on a baile funk beat Inner child dancing on a hot concrete Dream & Ecce Homo, feel that heat The Revolution’s here, it’s under your feet Zuper Wok, super fresh, fat bass go boom Cashmere Radio shake the dark hole gloom Breath in, breath out, no more toxic fumes Love, care, trust, we break that doom [VERSE 1 – TRAP / AFRO HOUSE FLOW] World, radio, Berlin city, neon in the rain I got trauma, crisis, war inside my brain Fear, pain, rage running through my vein But the breathwork drop turns it into flame Maison Fluide, parenting in the night bus Inner child screaming “trust your body, trust” Emily, Carmen, Geist und Gegenwart dust Gilbert Dietrich in the back saying “dance or bust” Quantum jump, psyche stretch like rubber band Fluidity and modernity fighting for command Nietzsche in the corner saying “live, understand” Freud, Deleuze, Stiegler drawing maps in the sand Postmodernity shaking, fluid modernity rise Hartmut Rosa on the beat, resonance in your eyes Einstein bending time, Newton looking surprised AI in the booth, watching numbers crystallise [PRE-CHORUS – FLOATING / MELODIC] Lonely, alone, but we move together Soft and tender in the brutal weather Connection, light in the violent pressure Care politics make the pain feel lesser Dreams, healing journey through the sound essay Love, peace, hope on a dirty breakaway Way we live, feel, think, see, say Every dark hole gets a remix one day [HOOK – BAILE FUNK / SHOUTS] Zuper Wok, super fresh, fat bass go boom From Berlin city straight to your room Find Peace, Know Love when the kick goes doom Stretch and Decentralize, we make more room Data manifesto on a baile funk beat Inner child dancing on a hot concrete Dream & Ecce Homo, feel that heat The Revolution’s here, it’s under your feet [VERSE 2 – CHAOTIC LIST / CLUB ENERGY] Love, peace, care, trust, freedom on the floor Joy, light, hope, breath kicking down the door Toxic, anxious, depressed no more We exorcise trauma with a 4/4 roar Body, corpus, alive when the bass drum hit Breathing, breathing, breathing, never gonna quit Time, life, way, say, think, commit Urban philosophy inside every bit Super, super, super fresh in the mix Fluid, fluidity glitching all the old tricks Modern, modernity stuck in those bricks Postmodern screams, but the new wave clicks Children, child, inner child in the front row Parenting on the mic in a quantum glow Through the dark, we go slow-mo Then the drop hits: Ecce Homo [BRIDGE – SPOKEN / RADIO ART STYLE] “This is experimental radio. This is radio art. This is a sound essay about fear and transformation, about love and care politics in a world of anxiety. Zuper Wok is not a show— it’s a healing journey compressed into a season finale, a grand remix of every dream, every crisis, every breath you ever took alone.” [DROP – BAILE FUNK / AFRO CHAOS] Vai, vai, vai – inner child no chão Love manifesto, explode o coração Berlin, Rio, quantum vibration Cashmere Radio, global connection Dark, hole, fear – tudo no kick Trauma, war, rage – vira baile funk chic Trust your body, feel that click Fluid modernity, heavy bass, no trick [OUTRO – CHANT / MANTRA] Zuper Wok, data manifesto, keep it live Experimental radio, we survive From dark hole nights to the love archive Breath by breath, we arrive Zuper Wok, season finale, grand remix All my dreams and my wounds in the mix Healing journey on a 128 fix Afro house chaos, quantum politics Love, peace, care, trust in the sound World, radio, Berlin all around Inner child laughing, feet off the ground When the bass hits, we are finally found.
