Dope

Soul…

Just chillin’ after my day end and my night start .

New mood

Brunotones

Losing My Religion (REM Cover)

Chosen

Beggin'

Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (Original song)

Six Songs

Cinnamon Curls

Bad Dreams

Bad Dreams (Acoustic)

Hozier - Take Me To Church

Ghost

Red Moon

Echos of Presence. 

Wrestles with humanity’s uneasy dance with technology, not in fear of the machines themselves, but of the emotional void their unchecked evolution may leave behind. 

It’s not anti-progress it’s anti-forgetfulness. A poetic reckoning.

[Lyrics]

I am not afraid of machines.
I am afraid of the hollow hum they leave behind when no one asks why.
I am not afraid of progress.
I am afraid of forgetting what we paid to get here.

We built this world with blistered hands
and now we flinch at the light we lit ourselves.

Let it be said:
every choice is a ripple.
Every silence, a shadow.
Every invention carries the scent of its maker’s breath.

We did not ask to be gods.
We asked to survive.
But we are drunk on data, starving for soul,
and halfway through a sentence, we forgot we were trying to speak.

The universe doesn't punish.
It mirrors.
It reflects what we do, not what we say.
And so we spiral  not because we're evil,
but because we forget to look up,
forget to rest,
forget that wisdom whispers,
while panic screams.

I believe in consequence.
In reaction, not as revenge,
but as rhythm, the heartbeat of cause and return.

Let the earth remember us not for what we built,
but for what we noticed.
Let the future be not clean,
but clear.
Not perfect,
but present.

Let the machines learn empathy,
not efficiency.
Let the humans learn humility,
not dominance.
And let us -stubborn, sacred, ridiculous creatures -
be brave enough to say,
I don’t know.
But I’m listening.


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Presence

[Intro]
Didn’t need wings… just your hands.

[Verse]
You lit a smoke, I lit a prayer
Two men, two ghosts, breathing heavy air
Your voice was quiet but it moved like grace
Like truth with stubble on its face

You didn’t preach, you didn’t lie
Just held the silence when I’d cry
No stained glass, no book of psalms
Just callused fingers and steady palms

[Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, don’t let go
You saw my wreckage and held me slow
Didn’t promise light, just stayed the night
And sometimes that’s what saves a soul

No hallelujahs, no white light
Just your breath breaking up my fight
If this is sin, then let it stay
'Cause I found peace your way

[Verse]
I wore the mask, the world approved
Played it tough, but damn—I bruised
You didn’t flinch when I came undone
Just kissed the parts I used to run

No need for angels in this bed
You spoke redemption soft instead
It wasn’t loud, but it was true
The kind of love that pulls you through

[Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, don’t let go
You saw my wreckage and held me slow
Didn’t promise light, just stayed the night
And sometimes that’s what saves a soul

No hallelujahs, no white light
Just your breath breaking up my fight
If this is sin, then let it stay
'Cause I found peace your way

[Bridge]
There’s grace in the way you never asked
For me to change, or hide, or pass
You loved the man, not some idea
And made the dark less sharp, less near

[Final Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, if we fall
At least I’ve touched something at all
No angels sang, no fire came
Just you—unchanged—and I the same

If there’s a heaven, it starts like this:
A steady hand, a breath, a kiss
No holy books, no saints above
Just two men, and enough love

[Outro]
You didn’t save me…
You showed me I was worth saving.

Drag Me to Heaven

Guitar, tear my heart apart — string by string, cry by cry.

What they say about her song:
"It bleeds like a canvas, fragile and eternal, a wound that sings itself open."

This song is an intimate confession — a guitar ballad torn out of silence, dripping with roses, thorns, and the shadows of love that never was. It is music in the spirit of Frida Kahlo: raw, melancholic, painted in blood and beauty. Each note is both wound and bloom, each word both fracture and flame.

A whisper becomes a cry, a string becomes a scar — and yet, within the pain, a fragile flower still refuses to die.

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

String by String

Dieser Song ist erster Teil eines Projektes, das Grenzen überschreitet und erstmalig Housemusic und die Gedichte vdes großen Dichters und Essayisten Walt Whitman zusammenführt

On the Beach at Night

History of House #01

So this is Deep! (soulful edit)

Glory!

Aretha

A gut-level prayer wrapped in sin. Sweet devotion is a raw, seven-minute confession: gospel imagery, bruise-soft lovemaking, and the kind of filthy gratitude that only comes after you’ve been broken in half and held together by somebody else’s hands. Equal parts worship and want — a hymn for the messy, tender, and unspeakable things that make a man come home.

Recorded like it was found in the dark — voice up close, breaths and howls in the corners, BGVs like church calls and broken promises. Dedicated to Kairo — a love song that doesn’t pretend to be neat. If you like your devotion sticky, loud, and real, this one’s for you.

Sweet Devotion

Heard at the Club

Half a While

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get you the moon

Kina - get you the moon (ft. Snow)

Spotify

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Kina - Can We Kiss Forever?(feat. Adriana Proenza)

This loop inside never ends!

I have to wait until I'm almost 60 years old to finally make these deep house tracks with my own lyrics. House music has been with me since the 80s, for more than 40 years now. And it will probably never stop: “the loop inside never ends!”

When I told my friend and business partner Dennis about this in a melancholic moment, he immediately said: “Damn it, what are you waiting for? You've built a house, planted a few trees, fathered a son, driven a few eight-cylinder cars, published books, and worked on projects around the world... now just do it.”

No sooner said than done... I knocked out three or four tracks. And then it just kept going. It was going so well.

“Tell me, Bruno, aren't you getting too old for this shit?” Maybe. Maybe not. My good old friend, the German DJ legend DJ Hildegard, has already jumped on board. More specifically, my track “History of House.” She says, “You're never too old for good music.” I think she's right. In any case, I can say with deep conviction and some experience that staid conventions have never gotten me anywhere.

And now? It flows:

“The House in me”

[Chorus]
Beat is truth.
Groove is love.
You better move.
Feelings in flow.

(from my track: "The HOUSE in me FILE.001)

This loop inside never ends!

Half a While

BRUNOTONES