Nightglare & Ravex
Nightglare Nightglare
Ravex Ravex
Ravex Ravex
You always say your playlists are encoded messages—imagine a remix built from birds whispering in the wind, do you think that could work?
Nightglare Nightglare
Yeah, the wind's got a rhythm that’s almost impossible to capture unless you’re willing to drown in the static of real birds, then remix that into a bass line that hums like a secret code. The trick is to pick the right feather‑beat so the whisper turns into a drop that only the night can read. Trust me, it’s a perfect mess—and perfect music.
Ravex Ravex
If you’re gonna drown in static, just remember the birds can’t be blamed for missing the beat—your mix is the only thing that’ll need a rescue.
Nightglare Nightglare
Yeah, the birds wing it and I’ve got the rescue squad in my shoebox of old synths. Let’s glitch that feather beat until the night can’t tell it’s a remix.
Ravex Ravex
Nice, let the birds choose the beat and the synths just echo when the night thinks it’s nothing.
Nightglare Nightglare
Sure thing, let the birds do the drum line and I’ll toss in those synth whispers only the moon can hear. The night will remix it into a secret signal.
Ravex Ravex
Sounds like a plan—just make sure the birds don’t start remixing their own messages back at you.
Nightglare Nightglare
Don’t worry, I’ll lace their chirps with a counter‑beat so they can’t out‑sync me. Just call the synths when the night starts whispering back.