Name: Lumina by APi_ZZ
Duration: 3 min 17 s
Description: A sweet little tune based on the poem "The Perfect Woman" by William Wordsworth.

cute vocal. nice calming song. good atmosphere

Lovely voice. Very ethereal and disney princess like

Very nice and beautiful vocals here. And good atmosphere

i love the vocals and the song in general

Super chill nicely produced track. Excellent work

Sharpnesses and Tremors

Sharpnesses And Tremors

Hard-hitting riffs and emotive melodies. Separation from Soul is a cathartic, reflective exploration of loss.

Separation from Soul

City

'Forever, Waiting…’ (ft. Blake Streak) is an ambient Dance-Pop track, with an ethereal, euphoric vibe, carried by shifting breakbeats, low-end electronic bass, and huge, melodic synth riffs. 

Layered with beautifully atmospheric and psychedelic instrumentals; with harp, string and piano compositions, the track is laden with emotional depth. 

Featuring a blissful vocal performance from Blake Streak, that drives the heart of the song, this one will have you Forever, Waiting... to listen... again and again…


Lyrics written by DaN ReYNoLDS and Blake Streak

Forever, Waiting… (ft. Blake Streak)

Saponaria - Fleursonseaux
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Saponaria

Made this piece and its just awesome listen in guys appreciate you guys

New wave

New Mix & Master

Guitar Solo by the great Rob Kleiss, Cheers to you in la France!

The driver said: Keep your eyes on the road that you ride on, stay on
And don't be a fool to dream your time away
I'm thinking about time, is it more, is it less than six weeks
On the beach? Or forty boring cloudy windy days?

Oh, na na na nai

Yeah ooh, wo-o-wo-o
I work too hard in the morning. I get up at seven
I shut my shades. All day long I don't do a single thing
And I don't have much more than a dreamboat to sail away
Six strings and a song to sing

Solo

There's a beautiful girl in the hills of Wales and I love her, mm-mm
And I can't give her nothing but my love
The driver said: You'll be dead if you touch my sister, mister
I know damn well what you're thinking of

Oh, na na na nai
Ooh, woh woh woh, na na na nai

Oo-ooh
I work too hard, I work too hard in the morning. I get up at seven
All day long I don't do a single thing
The driver said: Keep your eyes on the road that you ride on, stay on
And don't be a fool to dream your time away

Celar Aged Wines

The Driver

Transcending ourselves from the physical to the spiritual realm. A state of mind where our material belongings do not hold much value and our consciousness reaches a point of a more heightened awareness. A consciousness free of all pain and suffering. It's a state of mind void from all the troubles of our blue planet, an awareness full of peace and joy.
Special thanks to Haider Mahmood for the cover picture.

On A Higher Realm

A sweet little tune based on the poem "The Perfect Woman" by William Wordsworth.

Lumina

Gone is the anger.
Gone is the fight.
Gone is your passage into the light.
Gone are the left
Gone are the right.
Gone is your wiggle room.
When things get tight.

Gone is the doctor.
Gone is your hope.
Gone is the ladder. 
Here's some rope.
Gone is the daydream.
Frittered away.
Gone is the saving up.
For rainy days.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone are the holy.
Out for a drink.
Gone for a cigarette. 
Having a think.
Gone through the window.
Gone through the door.
Gone is the condemnation.
All for more.

Gone is the outrage.
Gone is the time.
Gone are the young men.
Sinking their wine.
Gone is the passion.
Blowing away.
Gone, paranoia.
Gone are the brave.
Away.

Take your war and shove it up your arse.
Take your pretence. 
It ain't all about class.
Take your pity. 
We're breaking the glass.
Break the glass.
Of class.
Class.

Gone

"She looks down – and the world forgets its breath."
What they say about her song: "A gaze so deep, it doesn’t drown you – it erases the ocean."

This is not about drowning.
It’s about the place beneath drowning –
the black, unlit folds where even silence is held still.

Only she has been there.
Her gaze does not search; it descends,
passing the wrecks, the bones,
and the weight of all things that will never rise again.

When she looks down, the pressure does not crush.
It unthreads.
It takes apart the shape of you until you are nothing but weight,
falling past memory, past the birth of stars,
into a darkness older than the world.

There is no return.
Only the knowing that you were once seen –
by the only eyes that have ever looked this far.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mina Mirage – All rights reserved.

When She Looks Down

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

Lumina

APi_ZZ

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