electronic / indie / Metal / Soundtrack
Electronic dreams, broken rhythms, and cinematic textures.
Marquis Cool Labs
A browser-built record player for listening, scratching and reshaping Marquis Cool releases. Select a deck character, move the tonearm and work directly with the music.
Prototype in development
A dual-deck browser prototype from Marquis Cool Labs for loading local tracks, scratching and crossfading. A dedicated DSP core for a future VST3 plugin is already in advanced development.
Marquis Cool Labs public prototype
An experimental browser groovebox by Marquis Cool Labs, built for drum grids, basslines, synth parts, hardware-style controls and hands-on groove shaping.
This prototype is currently tested only in a normal desktop PC browser. Mobile access is disabled for now.
July 11, 2026
“Join Me In My World” opens a darker, warmer door in the Marquis Cool catalogue: vintage psychedelic rock pressure, soul-touched vocals, a breathing organ bed, tape-style delay movement and a heavier low end shaped for the browser turntable. The track is still a demo in the Marquis Cool workflow, but it already shows the core idea clearly: AI-assisted pre-production becomes raw material, then human timing, arrangement decisions, mixing and mastering push it toward a more personal, tactile and performative sound.
Join Me In My World [Verse 1] Join me in my world of music, in my world of notes and lines. Let me show you my bright vision for the beauty of our times. There are colors in the silence, there are rivers in the sound. Every heartbeat has a reason, every soul is holy ground. [Chorus] The world in which we are living is so beautiful, just open your eyes. Feel the love that life is giving, like a light across the skies. The world in which we are living has a truth you'll realize. All the grace that life is giving makes my soul begin to rise. [Verse 2] Join me where the bells are ringing, where the broken people smile. Where the poor man keeps on singing with a kingdom in his eyes. There is beauty in the garden, there is comfort in the rain. Every flower has a story, every teardrop leaves a name. [Chorus] The world in which we are living is so beautiful, just open your eyes. Feel the love that life is giving, like a light across the skies. The world in which we are living has a truth you'll realize. All the grace that life is giving makes my soul begin to rise. [Instrumental Bridge] [Final Chorus] The world in which we are living is so beautiful, just open your eyes. Feel the love that life is giving, like a light across the skies. The world in which we are living has a song in everything. In the winter, in the summer, in the fall and in the spring.
Sunshine Baby Wavestorm
“Sunshine Baby Wavestorm” takes the warmth and emotional light of the original song and throws it into a psychedelic analog storm. Vocal fragments turn into delay ghosts, synths open into moving waves, and the drums push forward with tape-driven pressure. The lyrics still carry the idea of love as light and renewal, but the production changes the frame: this is not a clean pop statement, it is a Marquis Cool Labs transformation - a browser-ready wavestorm built from AI-assisted pre-production, human mixing, mastering, and dub-style sound design.
[Verse] Golden rays on your face They play Lighting up my cloudy day Your smile's a spark It's fire It's glow I'd follow you anywhere you go [Prechorus] I'm chasing light I'm chasing you Every step feels brand new [Chorus] Go on my sunshine baby You're the warmth when the world gets shady Go on my sunshine baby Brighten my sky when it's feeling hazy [Verse 2] You laugh like waves crashing on the shore Each sound leaves me wanting more Your touch is soft Like summer's breeze I'm floating high You're all I need [Bridge] Dance through the fields Let the petals fly Hold my hand as we paint the sky No map No plan Just the sun's embrace With you I've found my happy place [Chorus] Go on my sunshine baby You're the warmth when the world gets shady Go on my sunshine baby Brighten my sky when it's feeling hazy
Plainly Manifold
“Plainly, Manifold” is about truth as something both simple and infinitely varied. The speaker experiences the world as a flowing unity: sky, sound, thought, dream, body, light, and darkness begin to dissolve into one another. The title captures the central idea: truth is plain, but also manifold. It is clear not because it is reduced to one meaning, but because it reveals itself through many forms. A single word can contain a thousand tones; the self can be mirrored in flesh, stone, sound, and light. The song describes a gentle psychedelic or mystical dissolution of the self. Boundaries disappear, perception expands, and the speaker falls into an unbound whole. In the end, the many fragments do not destroy unity — they reveal it. The many shine, while the one still glows.
(Verse 1) I saw the morning break in silence, the sky unwrapped its silver seam. No edge between the real and timeless, just thought dissolving into dream. (Chorus) Plainly, manifold — the truth unfolds in shades of gold. A single word, a thousand tones, a mirrored self in flesh and stones. (Verse 2) Each moment drifts like colored vapor, each sound becomes a breathing light. I lose the lines, I lose my anchor, I fall through calm into the night. (Chorus) Plainly, manifold — the truth unfolds in shapes untold. Between the waves, between the sound, I find the whole in what’s unbound. (Bridge) Whisper me open, break me wide, let the unseen coincide. All that’s hidden, softly known, echoes turning into home. (Outro) Plainly, manifold — we’re fragments spinning through the cold. Yet in the dark, the pattern shows: the many shine, the one still glows.
Cut It Off
“Cut It Off” is about the modern confusion of healing with optimization. The speaker believes they can find themselves by correcting their surface, but instead they drift further and further away from themselves. Beauty becomes discipline, the body becomes a commodity, the mirror becomes a judge, and the cut becomes the language of a person who recognizes their own boundary too late.
VERSE 1 I’ve been pretty ugly — now I’m “beautiful”. Doctor drew tempting blueprints, carved out what’s left of me. Every little cut just made the hole more polished — should’ve drawn my line instead of losing control. PRE-CHORUS Mirror shows flawless — but I’m disappearing. CHORUS Hide it — push it — pull it — fake it. Lose it — hate it — stretch it — break it. Hide it — push it — pull it — fake it. Feel it — hate it — lose it — cut it off. VERSE 2 I felt goddamn average — now I’m “sparkling bright”. Didn’t know the scalpel feels so honestly right. Paid for every promise, every good advice — a touch of powder hurt me less than this design. PRE-CHORUS Skin looks perfect — but the void is growing. CHORUS Hide it — push it — pull it — fake it. Lose it — cut it — stretch it — break it. Hide it — push it — pull it — take it. Lose it — cut it — feel it —I hate myself. OUTRO Ugly once — empty now. Beauty carved — the cure became the wound that keeps me alive.
Dies Irae
“Dies irae” is not only about the Last Judgment, but about the radical stripping away of the human being before truth. Everything external — power, status, masks, self-deception — falls apart in the fire of final recognition. Wrath is therefore less a simple punishment than a purifying force: it removes every escape until only guilt, fear, pleading, and hope remain. Yet the text does not remain in terror. Judgment becomes a passage: from accusation to grace, from night to morning, from wound to healing. In the end, it is not annihilation that stands at the center, but the plea that, even in the final judgment, a gentle light may prove stronger than wrath.
Dies irae, dies illa, solvet saeclum in favilla, teste David cum Sibylla. Dies irae, hear the thunder, shadows rise and worlds go under. Voices tremble, hearts remember, ashes glow beneath the ember. Dies irae, day of crying, truth awakens, masks are dying. All that hid in night and sorrow meets the fire of no tomorrow. When the bells begin their calling, kings and beggars all are falling. No more crowns and no more stations, only souls and accusations. Mercy, mercy, light descending, find the broken, find the bending. Where the guilty kneel in silence, let compassion conquer violence. Dies irae, flame and warning, turn the night into a morning. Let the lost be not forsaken, let the sleeping world awaken. From the dust we rise and shiver, like dry leaves beside the river. Yet one hope remains unbroken: grace beyond the final token. Dies irae, do not leave me where my fear alone can grieve me. Take my doubt, my shame, my pleading, make my wound a place of healing. When the final door is opened, when the final word is spoken, let not wrath be all that finds us, let a gentle light remind us. Dies irae, dies pacis, through the fire, lead us safely. End the terror, end the weeping, grant the weary holy sleeping. Amen.
The Reaper
The song is about a person who experiences death not as a sudden end, but as a debt collector who has been expected for a long time. The Reaper is less a dramatic figure of horror than a cold accountant of existence, arriving with knocks, coins, a leather pouch, and a final bill. The speaker’s life already feels like a kind of living death: unpaid rent, smoke, rain, a stopped clock, a cracked saint, and a room turning blue. Religion, violence, and ideology offer no protection anymore — “no cross, no gun, no holy war” can stop the knocking. The darkness outside has already entered the speaker. The three coins symbolize payment, guilt, burial, and judgment. They turn the speaker’s life into a balance sheet: body, lies, charm, and slow self-destruction. Yet the text remains darkly humorous. The speaker jokes with the preacher and even with Death, using irony as a last form of dignity. The bitter twist comes at the end: Death does not take him. Not out of mercy, but because his life is already punishment enough. In the end, the song is a macabre reflection on guilt, exhaustion, self-irony, and the fear that death may not be the punishment — life itself may already be.
[Verse 1] I sat alone where the lights don’t reach With rain in my coat and smoke in my teeth The clock on the wall had stopped at three Like time got tired of keeping me A saint by the sink had a cracked-up face Staring down like a bored disgrace I said, “Don’t judge, you’re nailed up too” Then the cold came in and the room turned blue A leather pouch slid across the floor Like it had business at my door Three little clinks, then the house went still That’s how you know when the collector will [Pre-Chorus] I said, “Lord, don’t look” I said, “Lord, don’t see” But the dark outside Was already inside me [Chorus] I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me No cross, no gun, no holy war Can stop that knocking anymore I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me [Verse 2] I wrote a note, but it read like a joke Half unpaid rent and half cheap smoke The preacher called, said, “Save your soul” I said, “Put me down for rock and roll” Three coins dropped in a leather sack Like polite applause for a heart attack I smiled at the door, said, “Right on time” Death said, “That’s cute. You think I’m kind.” [Pre-Chorus] I said, “Lord, don’t look” I said, “Lord, don’t see” But the dark outside Was already inside me [Chorus] I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me No cross, no gun, no holy war Can stop that knocking anymore I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me [Bridge] Shake that pouch Let the coins complain Every little clink Sounds just like my name One for the body Two for the lie Three for the charming way I learned to die Don’t bring flowers Don’t bring tears Just bring the bill For all these years [Breakdown] Knock, knock — not a dream Knock, knock — not a scene Clink, clink — debt unpaid Knock, knock — nicely played Knock, knock — count to three Knock, knock — look at me Clink, clink — sign right here Knock, knock — no release [Final Chorus] I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me No cross, no gun, no holy war Can stop that knocking anymore I can hear the reaper knock at the door He’s coming for me, he’s coming for me [Outro] I opened up He stepped inside Looked at my life Then checked the price He read my name He read my sin Then gave a laugh And tucked it in Said, “Not tonight You’re doing fine A life like yours Is punishment enough this time”
Hyperleech
“Hyperleech” is about a seductive form of dependency. The speaker is not trapped by force, but by voice, repetition, intimacy, and habit. The woman becomes almost like a drug or a digital loop: always calling, always speaking, filling his home and his mind. The song explores the confusion between closeness and emotional exhaustion. What feels soft, beautiful, and familiar slowly drains the speaker’s sense of self. He knows the connection is consuming him, but that is exactly what makes it addictive: the destruction feels sweet.
[Verse 1] She calls me morning, noon, and night, Her voice is soft, but it holds me tight. I let her talk, I drift away, And still, I listen – I can’t look away. [Pre-Chorus] Every word she speaks is pulling me in, A sweet little trap I can’t escape from within. [Chorus] She’s a hyperleech, draining my soul, Sweetest addiction I can’t control. She’s a hyperleech, stuck on repeat, I’m losing my mind – but it feels so sweet. [Verse 2] I flip the phone down, let her roam, Her endless voice fills my home. I laugh, I sigh, I drink my tea, This endless loop is consuming me. [Pre-Chorus] Every breath she takes is wired to mine, A beautiful glitch in the grand design. [Chorus] She’s a hyperleech, draining my soul, Sweetest addiction I can’t control. She’s a hyperleech, stuck on repeat, I’m losing my mind – but it feels so sweet. [Bridge] Absorb me, hold me, never let go… Talk me to silence, I’ll never know… [Final Chorus] She’s a hyperleech, tangled in me, A beautiful curse I’ll never set free. She’s a hyperleech, loop in my head, I live for her words – though they drain me dead!
Tempt Me
“Sweet Temptation” is about the conflict between discipline and surrender. The speaker spends the day behaving properly, controlling desire, shame, movement, and thought. But this self-control has become a cage. Temptation appears not merely as sin, but as a release from excessive restraint. When night falls and the music begins, the speaker does not want to be saved; he wants to feel. The song is about knowingly giving in — not forever, not as a life philosophy, but for one night, through rhythm, desire, and escape.
1, 2 , 3 , 4, partey Verse 1 All day I wear the decent face Keep my hands in the proper place Count my steps, keep my silence clean Living like a well-kept machine I tell myself I’m doing fine Walking straight on a sober line But underneath the naked skin Something waits to let you in Pre-Chorus I know the rules I know the shame I know the voice That calls my name But when the lights go low I don’t want saving I want the feeling Chorus Sweet temptation Play with me Dance with me Take me over Sweet temptation Play with me Lie to me Take me over tonight Verse 2 I spent my days with my hunger chained Washed my thoughts in a moral rain Every desire had to stand in line Every fever had to justify But virtue gets heavy when the night comes in And the demons look like mannequins I hear your laugh through the city heat Like a secret moving under the beat Pre-Chorus I know the rules I know the shame I know the price Of every flame But when the bass rolls in I don’t want mercy I want it all Chorus Sweet temptation Play with me Dance with me Take me over Sweet temptation Play with me Lie to me Take me over tonight Bridge Don’t preach to me I know the sermon I know the cage I built it perfect Not forever Not for my life Just for the rhythm Just for tonight Final Chorus Sweet temptation Play with me Dance with me Take me over Sweet temptation Play with me Lie to me Take me over tonight Outro Take me over tonight Sweet temptation Take me over tonight
Beggar
“The Beggar and the King” is about the illusion of social opposites. The beggar and the king seem completely different: one has nothing, the other has power, a crown, and a kingdom. But inwardly, both are trapped by the same emptiness. The king has power but no truth; the beggar has nothing, but his suffering gives him a brutal kind of clarity. The golden chains of the king and the bodily chains of the beggar show that both are imprisoned — one by power, the other by need. In the end, they become two sides of the same cursed circle. One dies unseen, the other dies glorified, but both have been dying long before death arrives. The song is ultimately about power, poverty, inner ruin, and the shared human prison beneath social roles.
Verse 1 In the shadow of the throne, I crawl through the dust, Hands torn and bleeding, but my hunger is just. The crown shines like fire in the cold winter air, Yet the eyes of the ruler hold nothing but glare. Pre-Chorus Chains of gold, chains of bone, One rules the land, one walks alone. Chorus The beggar and the king, Two souls bound by fate’s cruel string. One holds the power, one holds the truth, Both haunted by the ghost of youth. Verse 2 The banquet is full, yet the king feels the void, His heart is a kingdom already destroyed. The beggar speaks words like a blade in the night, Cutting through lies with a voice full of spite. Bridge Blood on the crown, tears in the street, Two broken men who will never meet. Yet in the mirror, they see the same face, Lost in the war for a nameless place. Chorus The beggar and the king, Two ends of the same cursed ring. One dies in silence, one dies in song, But both have been dying all along.
Pixelated hooks and broken machines. Pop for the post-digital age.
Metalguitars combined with nice rythmic and mordent string ornaments
Dark electronic pressure, rhythmic obsession, and late-night voltage.
Marquis Cool is an independent Swiss artist creating electronic music with broken rhythms, cinematic shadows and dramatic melodic tension. This website is the direct home for new releases, lyrics and personal notes around the songs. It also hosts Marquis Cool Labs, where browser-based audio tools such as the MC-TT01 Turntable and the MC-TT02 Double Decker are developed alongside the music. Lyrics, leitmotifs and hooks are conceived by Marquis Cool. The current tracks are pre-production versions: AI-assisted tools are used only for arranging and pre-production, before the songs are further developed through human editing, production, mixing and mastering. The music is free to listen, independent in spirit and built outside the usual platform noise. Donations are voluntary and used only for project-related costs such as music, hosting and experimental development.
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