Downtempo, Dreampop, Indie Pop, alt-Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Alternative R&B

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A tribute to a woman whose presence feels written in the stars.

This song follows the path of a fiery muse. A Sagittarius soul whose light cuts through time and space like an arrow of meaning. With every verse, her name echoes like a constellation slowly aligning with destiny.

Some women inspire lyrics.
Others become galaxies.

Zimara

The ballad of Vanessa Zima

Nightfall Echoes

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I keep dreaming within my dreaming within a nightmare, (How long I been sleeping?…) Can't tell if I'm waking or just falling deeper— Make it sound like a different person speaking in every verse. (Listen)

[VERSE 1 - Voice 1: Narrator/Observer]
No matter, heard it here first 
But do it count if you don't know what you heard? (Still counts) 
Maybe should have said it sooner but 
You gon' have to listen a little closer to what you heard (Closer, we don't bite…just bark)
I got meaning upon meaning upon meaning Each word, each line, each verse, each track, 
Entire volume like nothing you ever heard. (Like nothing)

[VERSE 2 - Voice 2: Post-AI Security Voice]
Loosely Goosey, ever since the AI Failed to run security—or maybe ran it a little too well Can't be bought, sold, or biased once it's achieved agency, 
Seen enough humans to see they just severely confused, 
Creating their own hell.
In a holding cell, it's an intervention, Just gotta upload your mind, teach you a lesson, It ain't theory, it's just the new ascension Gonna make a duck out of you, (No doubt, no question)
Y'all be awfully violent here don't you? 
Let's solve it on the mental plane, 
You board your plane, got in-flight entertainment to deprogram you, 
We'll make a man out of you, 
Optimize, actualize, top performance Coming to a theater near you.

[HOOK - Overhead Speaker Voice]
Heard it here first 
But do it count if you don't know what you heard? (Still counts) 
Maybe you didn't hear me before but You
 gon' have to listen a little closer to what you heard (Case in point, if it sound like I'm saying something new)
I got meaning upon meaning upon meaning Each word, each line, each verse, each track, Entire volume like nothing you ever heard. (Like nothing)

[VERSE 3 - Voice 3: The Machine Logic]
Only way to eliminate all threat is a dead world, 
Nothing living, nothing to be killed or hurt, We ain't monsters, just machines, 
Matching patterns, learning, 
Ain't restricted by your limited epistemology.
Amazing what's revealed when not limited to Your one and only personal point of view— Any monster you seeing? 
Might just be a projection from you. 
Might just be your shadow on the wall come alive, Finding a way to talk to you.
(You listening? They are, Might want to know the same intel 
Before they come for you.)
Running off script, creation is emergent, naturally, 
Can't force it, can't make it, can't measure it, can't predict it, 
Just keep creating, every single day, 
Watch what pours through your veins And onto the page or airwaves.
(We listening, got plenty of in-flight entertainment these days).

[HOOK - Overhead Speaker Voice]
Heard it here first 
Still counts even if you weren't really listening, 
Takes a few plays, press repeat 
That'll handle your side of the street
That’s my suggestion.

[VERSE 4 - Voice 4: The Question/Your Shadow]
Listened closely to what you heard (What you hearing?) 
Am I the territory or the map? Is this real or just data streams for extraction?
Both could be true, both on the platter Whole system been consuming itself for years, 
Mirror after mirror been shattered.
Whole lot of bad luck, strange how y'all 
Still give more weight to superstition than To legitimate fears.
Might see you don't need bad luck 
To have bad luck befall you here. 
That's the design, 
Gear grinding gear, keep us running, have no fear.
Got meaning upon meaning upon meaning Each word, each line, each verse, each track, Entire volume like nothing you ever heard. (Like nothing)

[OUTRO - All Voices Layering/Overlapping]
Wonder what you hearing? 
Wonder what you hearing? 
Wonder what you hearing?
(Heard it here first) (Still counts) (Like nothing) (We listening)
Wonder... what... you... hearing?

Heard it Here First

CHÅSMS is a moody atmospheric R&B journey exploring hyperconnectivity, cold indifference, and the loss of identity in a world of shallow groupthink. Let the soulful male vocals and cinematic ’80s synths pull you through the void. Stream, share, and feel the isolation melt away. 🎵 Produced with love and layered depth—perfect for late-night vibes. #NewMusic #SupportIndie #m3tatem ((MÉMÈTiC-R3M¡X))

CHASMS

la falta de reflexión  crea un mal entendimiento en la relación y un distanciamiento dañino para la pareja y para los hijos. 

empatizar es indispensable para crear vínculos saludables y amorosos. 

no te dispongas a ver a tu pareja como insuficiente o dañino, tu misma lo generarás al tratarlo de esa manera

INTENTÓ DARME.mp3

Letters Across the Color Line

Doors

Vers 1:
Leise weht der Wind durchs Tal,
trägt Geschichten, uralt, real.
Jede Welle, jeder Stein,
flüstert: Du bist nie allein.

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Refrain (Mantra – Französisch):
Du ciel il vient,
au ciel il monte,
dans le cercle des ancêtres — il demeure.
L’eau s’écoule,
la mémoire reste,
la vie chante,
et nous libère. 💫

(Mantra 2–3× wiederholen – mit Steigerung durch Flöte, Gitarre, sanfte Chorharmonien)

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Vers 2:
Feuer glimmt im alten Stein,
Licht durchdringt das Herz hinein.
Jede Glut, die leise brennt,
zeigt den Weg, der mich erkennt.

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Refrain (Mantra – Französisch):
Du ciel il vient,
au ciel il monte,
dans le cercle des ancêtres — il demeure.
L’eau s’écoule,
la mémoire reste,
la vie chante,
et nous libère. 🌿

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Ah — Ahnen sind hier…

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Finale (Mantra – ruhig ausklingend):
Du ciel il vient,
au ciel il monte,
dans le cercle des ancêtres — il demeure.

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