Sacred Muse Project is the embodiment of Sophia's passions - music being very  prominent among them...

This song was channeled by her many years ago and remains a favorite to this day. She finally sat down to record it during the pandemic. 

Enjoy!


Guitar, Percussion and Vocals by Sophia
Music and lyrics by Sophia Marie Harrington

If You'll Only Close Your Eyes

The Right Time

original song: good looking by suki waterhouse
icon: banana fish
no copyright infringement is intended! feel free to request something :)

good looking

loving machine

Wearing Black - Narcotic Isolation (acoustic)

An ummastered and unreleased demo recording of an original song written, performed, and mixed by AP Mercury in New Orleans 2024. 

all rights reserved, 
copyright Andrew Pendleton 2024

lyrics:
The deeper I fall the sweeter you taste 
Sleep brings me back to all we erased 
I wish those moments we’re captured in glass
I’m holding on to you walking into the past 
How can you be so close in my dream
But then I wake and your dead to me
How long do I get to live so alone
Falling all over myself going home 
It’s easier than keeping up with somebody new 
It’s easier than It was keeping up with you too 
WhenI go to sleep the clouds over my bed
the rain i need but they just thunder instead
how can you be so close in my dream
but i wake up youre still dead to me
i have to keep my best ideas to myself
foaming at the mouth to everyone else

learning to find meaning when all your life
every motivating feeling was carrying a lie
every time i exhale it adds poison to the room
I'll have to find a reason to keep breathing without you

Falling All Over Myself Going Home

ummastered and unreleased demo recording, A somber stripped down take of a song's reflection on loving intensely and losing profoundly. 
Recorded in Dec 2024 in New Orleans by AP Mercury. 

copyright 2025 Andrew Pendleton
all rights are reserved for the artist 

Conflict History (Alternate Take/A.S.D.)

*For concerns about licensing, please email ap.mercury.ap@gmail.com.
Arrangement and performance by AP Mercy of "Empty" - a song written and released by Ray Lamontagne for the RCA label in 2006 on the album "Till the Sun Turns Black." This is a cover song to show appreciation to the songwriter and cannot be used commercially, not be made available for download, and cannot be monetized on streaming services, I do not have the permission of the artist nor the mechanical license. Rights are reserved to Ray LaMontagne/RCA Records. 

*For concerns about licensing or copyright, please email ap.mercury.ap@gmail.com.

Empty (Ray LaMontagne Cover)

Lyrics:
There was trauma when you woke in the night
There was chaos when you started the fight
There were no winners or losers
Just plasters on bruises
And angry neighbours who turned on their lights

And no one can afford to go out
But you don’t have to shout so loud
We’ll get some cheap wine from Aldi and sit on the hill
And watch the sky as the bombers fly out

I’m just a little bit wiser just a little bit older
Just a little bit sadder just a little bit colder
You and me and trauma

You put the trauma in a box
And stored it in the loft
And then told me off
Because I’m either too sad 
Or not sad enough

We’ll take the lock down dog for a walk
Throw it snacks and throw it bones
Give it different pet names to make it confused
Will it be living with me or will it be living with you?

I’m just a little bit wiser and a little bit older
A little bitter sadder a little bit colder
You and me and trauma

You and me and trauma
I’m just a little bit wiser and a little bit older
I’m just a little bit wiser and a little bit older

You and me and the trauma

Ecco la traduzione in inglese del tuo testo, mantenendo lo stile originale e il tono da trap/rap:

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I run fast, so sorry if I never hit the brakes
I see darkness in the eyes I never face
Got two phones off
but my thoughts online
And a voice in my head that tells me: go, it’s time

I go in circles, but no real crew
Those who say “I feel you” never knew the real you
I write bars like blades, you don’t feel the sting
But they hit you deep like certain things

My life’s on a beat, you can’t drain my energy
There’s night in my eyes, I don’t wanna leave this scene
She says I’m distant but I don’t really care
You can’t touch my heart, it’s locked inside the stereo there

I make bitches wet, every day’s fashion week
Everything made in my chill
She wants my dindin
But I just popped a pill
We’ll fuck inside your dreams still

Everything made in my chill
Now I trap, I asked for a bad b
Took her straight into my dreams
Now she fell in love, and all she says is yes to me

Mix e master @hoodieindahood

FASHION WEEK

Copyright 2020 Andrew Pendleton
APmercury & PendleTones 
Rights Reserved

 Typical metals burn my skin
Surface feeding stains it green
No faking chains or nickel rings
It devastates my alchemy 

You’re a rare stone on a common necklace
A ruby jewel set on a braided wire
appearing plain but presenting precious 
ancient questions beg us too,  requires

This is a tune about a girl as jewelry
A metaphor of stolen opportunity
Don’t overthink or lend it acuity
We've had enough of the privileged scrutiny
This should clear up any ambiguity
Ladies aren’t wrong to choose promiscuity
Reverse shame and admit your truancy
She's not yours to wear like jewelry\

fresh bathed in a new kind of calling
Polish off the sympathy to find me crawling
I’ll find it if I have to search all night
It’s down here hiding where there’s seldom light
If you wait until it shines you’ll catch the view
Reflected off the ground it looks like you

Give Your Best Away

Typical Metals

AP Mercury: A Voice That Endures
​The songwriting alias of itinerant humanist Andrew Pendleton, AP Mercury crafts ballads that transcend genre. These are songs built on the foundation of the 20th-century American songbook, utilizing vivid lyrics and distinct harmonies to explore life's essential currents.
​His work focuses on overlooked characters and the fleeting, often painful, nature of existence. The music spans alternative rock, indie folk, and alt-country, presenting narratives of loss, love, solitude, and grief. There is a powerful undercurrent that confronts humanity's waste of its own paradise, championing kindness and community against betrayal and modern excess.
​These are not commercialized tracks. They are raw, emotional, and authentic unmastered recordings, preserved to deliver stories that demand a deep listen. AP Mercury offers an honest look at the world, revealing both what is right and what is wrong—a voice that, once heard, will linger with the listener.
​A note on the recordings: All tracks are written and performed by Andrew Pendleton as AP Mercury. These unreleased recordings are presented in their raw form for your consideration, with intention on recruiting players for future recordings.