Title: Toxic Parade 
By: Riot Chick
aka Katie Fennell 

--Verse--
Woke up, your phone already vibrating, notifications inflating, never debating a single thing
Another AI dream, a synthetic gleam, from a digital stream, like a cold, calculating scheme.
Scrolling through feeds, planting silent seeds, for unspoken needs, amongst these empty creeds.
Gotta flex your best self, feeling superficially blessed, putting this carefully curated life to the test, no time to rest
The algo knows your soul, what you’ve copped, what you’ve trolled, losing all self-control, as the screen takes its toll
It’s predicting your moves, finding all your grooves, proving what it disapproves, in these digital reproves.

They tell us it’s progress, for real, supposed to relieve all this stress, a manufactured caress.
But our attention span, it’s shrunk to a quick scan, fitting into their grand plan.
This pixelated screen, a constant, blinding scene, what does it truly mean beyond the digital sheen?
We’re just a data point, a weary joint, trying hard to anoint ourselves with something more potent

--Chorus x1--
OH-OH-OH, WE’RE A GLITCH IN THIS DAMN SIMULATION!
LOST IN THE CONSTANT INFORMATION NATION!
Chasing these fleeting trends, making too many digital friends, waiting for the real, hard ends!
Yeah, we’re wired and tired, like we’re constantly fired (up), never feeling truly inspired!
This is the show, the only place left to go, watching our anxious shadows grow!
Are we even real?! Or just how we feel?! A broken, algorithmic deal

--Verse--
Remember when we just hung out, no screens, no digital shout, no underlying doubt?
Like climbing trees to touch the summer sky, now we push buttons, watch the numbers fly
Used to wait for letters, whispered calls. Now DMs instant, hitting digital walls
The pressure to slay, to win every single day, for the algorithms to display your perfect charade, a toxic parade
Our mental health, yeah, it’s a dwindling wealth, caught in this digital stealth, a silent hell where feelings melt
Used to fish in rivers, clear and deep and wide. Now everybody’s trawling for each other, nowhere left to hide.
Are we too much, or just not enough, always feeling so rough in this artificial fluff? What a laugh

They tell us it’s progress, for real, supposed to relieve all this stress, a manufactured caress.
But our attention span, it’s shrunk to a quick scan, fitting into their grand plan
This pixelated screen, a constant, blinding scene, what does it truly mean beyond the digital sheen?
We’re just a data point, a weary joint, trying hard to anoint ourselves with something more potent

--Chorus×1 [Repeat Above]--

The bytes and the code, a pixelated, crushing load, down this endless digital road
They promised true connection, but it’s just pure reflection, a flawed, manufactured perfection.
A curated truth, yeah, stealing chunks of our youth, without any real-life, honest proof.
Built castles. Sandbox. Now hitting refresh. Digital hell.
Chased ice cream. Heard tune. Notifs haunt. Fake moon
Libraries, wisdom, dusty, slow. Now endless feeds, where truths don’t flow
We hide behind our firewalls, like armor in the dark, throwing rocks and shadows, leaving a bitter mark.
Somebody tweets a cruel word, a digital punch and shove
And you just scroll right past it, ‘cause nobody’s stopping the ‘love’
I’m just tired of it. It’s wrong
So what do we do? Like, you and me? Break through this, or just silently stew in this digital brew

This tilted parade (la, la, la) 
la, la, lalala, la

Where nothing is built, just made
 (la, la, la) 
la, la, lalala, la
Are we even real (Are We?)
ARE WE REAL! ARE WE REAL! ARE WE REAL! (la, la, la) 
la, la, lalala, la
ARE WE REALLY, REAL

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Toxic Parade

It's the Livin' That Counts

Frozen (Madonna) - Cover by Escritum

Armander - La llorona

Text:
Verse 1
They built those walls, they climbed those towers,
Now age dissolves their ivory powers.
Their flats will open — gates unguarded,
But what remains when keys discard ed?

They say: “It’s change, it’s coming fast,”
But futures built on past ain’t meant to last.
Empty halls echo unclaimed dreams,
While streets bleed silent in between.

Pre-Chorus
So when the doors swing, who’s left to stand?
Shadowed lives will reclaim their land.

Chorus
It’s no good — when the rich relinquish their hold,
It’s no good — if the new don’t break the mold.
They hand down fortunes, but what do we own?
Empty spaces where souls once roamed.

(solo)

Verse 2
Baby boomers’ keys will fall like leaves,
A shifting tide no one perceives.
New hopes rush in, but filtered by greed,
And hearts shrink small in times of need.

I see the faces pushing in,
They chase a dream that soon wears thin.
Will their faith hold when walls go bare?
Or will it crack with vacant air?

Bridge (spoken / whispered)
“Not another squatter in my name,”
They shout, but their voices sound the same.
Change is silent, slow as dust —
But the land remembers, and hearts combust.

(solo)

Final Chorus
It’s no good — when the rich let go,
It’s no good — if the new don’t grow.
In empty homes and hollow walls —
We fight to hear the human calls.

Outro (soft, echo)
They open doors — but can we cross?
It’s no good…
It’s no good.

It’s No Good (When Time Lets Go)

LYRICS:
[Verse]
The clock is ticking
Soft as rain
Each second falls
And leaves a stain
We sit and wait
For something bright
But miss the glow of the fading light

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

[Verse 2]
I held the morning in my hand
Watched it slip like desert sand
Chasing dreams
But standing still
Climbing shadows on the hill

[Prechorus]
Tell me now
Before it’s gone
How to linger where we belong

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

[Bridge]
The sun hangs low
with a fleeting glimpse
Of all the things we love and miss
The minutes laugh
The days they run
We waste the moon
We waste the sun

[Prechorus]
Tell me now
Before it’s gone
How to linger where we belong

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

The Time We Hold

The Happiest Day-The Happiest Hour

Every Moment, Every Mile,Brings Me Closer

Sensibilité Augmentée - Noh4ine.mp3

Le temps fait son travail – Lo-fi Dream Pop Mélancolique & Intemporelle
Plongez dans "Le temps fait son travail", une piste lo-fi dream pop où la mélancolie lucide rencontre des textures intemporelles. Cassettes saturées, réverbes éthérées et mélodies flottantes créent un cocon sonore parfait pour la réflexion nocturne ou les journées grises.

LE TEMPS FAIT SON TRAVAIL

a soft journey between small streets and big visions

Que sera

I confess ... I'm experimenting for some time now with AI-assisted music creation ... I don't reject this "revolution"... I'm trying to find a reasonable place there :) 

FRENCH "MUSIC DESIGNER"
performed by 
The Shimmering Meadow Symphony Orchestra (S.M.S.O.)
virtual musicians under my command
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Crédit photo : Ryan McGUIRE

The Happiest Day-The Happiest Hour

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