Tuni-Verse Music is the creative home of Gerard Plunkett — an award-winning actor, writer, and producer whose lifelong storytelling passion now finds voice in song.
Each track is a hybrid creation, written and conceived by Plunkett and brought to life through AI-assisted production using Suno A.I. (Pro).
The result is a catalogue of original songs that fuse human emotion and lyricism with the innovation of generative sound — works that feel timeless, yet born of the present moment.

© 2025 Gerard Plunkett / Tuni-Verse Music • SOCAN • CMRRA

Goodbye

Pretty When You Beg

[Verse 1] Came back crawling, hands all cracked, Saying “baby” like I’d take you back. You lit the match and watched me burn,
Now I’m the blaze with no return.
You gave her pearls, gave me your lies, I stitched my wounds, let vengeance rise. Now I’m the bitch beneath your sleep,
The shadow where your secrets creep.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Verse 2] Your words were sweet, now bitter lies,
She wears your mask — I cut the ties.
I carved my path through your deceit,
And wore your downfall at my feet.
You missed the poison in my eyes,
Now you’re drowning in your disguise.
You said I’d bend? I broke the mold.
Now I watch you burn as you grow old.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived  Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Bridge] Tears? Nah, I cut that thread, You lost your mind, now you’re dead. Built your lies, now live in shame, I’m the fire, you’re the flame.
[Outro] Red lips, black dress, ice in my veins, Your new girl’s a joke, playing your game.
So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Pretty when you beg

God's Song, God's Message, God's Word, God's Law

Take heed how you hear the WORD of GOD (1)

Midnight Run

Hoy te invito a recordar que tus sueños no necesitan lógica ni garantías para ser reales. Solo necesitan amor. Amor del salvaje, del absurdo, del que late fuerte aunque no haya evidencia.

Porque soñar no es una estrategia.
Es una postura frente a la vida.
Una forma de decir: vine a encarnar lo que mi alma ya sabe.

Si alguna vez te sentiste ridícula por soñar en grande,
esto es para ti.
Escúchalo como un ritual.
Como una llama que no se apaga.

La gestación de tus sueños

https://youtu.be/Korxp1Ll9qo?si=BXWfDnRImQkNzC2Y

Same Light

Mutually assured destruction, hand unicorn (the theme colon song (song))

Tropical Lights

"postfactual-age"-(-indie-).mp3

Can u see me (Amandas Mood Mix)

"Can't Unsee It" - A Tech House Anthem of a Broken Heart

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Dive into the pulsating beat of "Can't Unsee It," the new tech house track that explores the depths of lost love's pain. With mesmerizing male vocals and impeccable groove production, this electronic music piece strikes the perfect balance between the melancholy of a broken heart and the infectious energy of the dance floor.

"Can't Unsee It" tells the impactful story of witnessing a loved one in a new, painful context, transforming anguish into a sonic journey. The fusion of deep house elements with the driving beat of minimal house creates an enveloping atmosphere that hooks you from start to finish.

Perfect for your club playlists, workout sessions, or late-night reflections, this track is a reminder that even in the toughest emotions, music can be a refuge and a catharsis. If you're looking for electronic music with vocals, melancholic house tracks, or a new tech house sound to add to your collection, "Can't Unsee It" is the right choice.

#TechHouse #HouseMusic #ElectronicMusic #MaleVocal #Heartbreak #Emotional #ClubMusic #DanceMusic #Groove #Hypnotic #DeepHouse #MinimalHouse #SadSong #LoveLost #NewMusic #Can'tUnseeIt

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I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

"You are the most famous musician who has ever lived." (Google, 2025)

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Mutually assured destruction, hand unicorn (the theme colon song (song))

blorgpulkfplorksickle