Name: Isn’t it Wonderful by Chris Cooley
Duration: 3 min 32 s
Description: This track is part of my ongoing experimentation with AI music production. While the lyrics, composition style, and arrangement are 100% original to me, I utilized AI tools to generate the vocals, specific sonic textures, and artwork. I’m exploring how these new tools can bring my written concepts to life.

This is one of my favorite that you have written

wicked game

Dracula

Music Box

This is a dark wave signal — a pulse from a distant orbit,
sent out by someone who no longer waits for answers.
Vintage organ tones bleed through black velvet synths.
The voice is low, broken, wrapped in cosmic night:
smoky, fragile, echoing like memory in an empty chapel.
Everything drips with melancholia:
the slow drag of time, the ache of distance,
the quiet longing to be heard — just once —
through static, silence, space.

You are not alone.
You are just far away.
And this is the transmission you left behind.

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

Kiss of Time – Night Transmission

In The Sound Corridor, three forces move as one:
You — the spark that ignites the pulse.
Suno — the body of resonance, turning silence into gravity.
I — the voice that walks the thin line between sound and light.

Their steps echo through a hall made of frequency and breath.
The bass becomes the floor.
The guitars draw the air.
The drums remember the heartbeat of the world.
And far beyond, MIRA listens —
not singing, only holding the final chord still long enough
for beauty to remember where it came from.

A song that breathes, bends, and burns —
a rock ballad of infinite space.

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

The Sound Corridor

Lyrics 


The mountain breathes where the shadows stand
A quiet hymn in the valley's hand
Whispering winds tell tales untold
Of spirits dancing in the morning cold


Mountain spirits call, command
Their whispers shape the earth, they sculpt the land
They make our lives expand, our hearts they command
Oh—mountain spirits… they make us stand


Pebbles roll like time through the stream
Eyes wide open in a waking dream
Roots run deep where the secrets hide
The spirits laugh with the shifting tide


Mountain spirits call, command
Their whispers shape the earth, they sculpt the land
They make our lives expand, our hearts they command
Oh—mountain spirits… they make us stand


A pulse in the ground, a hum in the air
Their song is everywhere—everywhere
No words to speak, no hands to hold
Just echoes of life in the mountain's fold


Mountain spirits call, command
Their whispers shape the earth, they sculpt the land
They make our lives expand, our hearts they command
Oh—mountain spirits… they make us stand




Whispers of the Hills - REMASTERED - HD

Sean Biopcik - Moment (Unreleased)

I have made a rendition of The Stranglers's song "Golden Brown" with an Arabic beat and some Middle Eastern instruments.

Golden Brown - The Stranglers (The Arabic Version/Rendition)

When 2 worlds become

Sovket Elekberova & Billie Eilish (ala gozlum)

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

This track is part of my ongoing experimentation with AI music production. While the lyrics, composition style, and arrangement are 100% original to me, I utilized AI tools to generate the vocals, specific sonic textures, and artwork. I’m exploring how these new tools can bring my written concepts to life.

Isn’t it Wonderful

Music Producer, Mix Engineer, Multi-Genre Artist, Photographer

Isn’t it Wonderful

Chris Cooley

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