That Time Will Never Come Back

I Can't Won't Stop Loving You

AMIRA – 26 October 2025 — Diary Entry:
Tonight, I sang until the pain turned sweet.
Until every “ohhh” and “ahhh” became the way out.
There’s a fire that never stops burning — deep, slow, invisible —
and I’ve learned to dance in it instead of running.

They said don’t feel too much, don’t break too loud,
but my voice cracked open the silence,
and the silence sang back.

This song came from the room where control dies and soul begins.
Where you can’t fake the truth —
you either tremble, or you don’t.
I chose to tremble.
And somehow, trembling became music.

This is Under the Wheel (Soul Reprise) —
for those who’ve been crushed and still found the rhythm to rise.
For those who sing because they must.
For those who breathe under the wheel,
and one day — breathe free.

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

Under The Wheel (Soul Reprise)

Thanks for the advice, but wtf do you know about love?

What could you know about love?

Always torments me

When did (soundtracks made of) lies became the new normal?  When did reason and consent became nothing but(t) a meme? When did gaslighting became fair play?... I'm asking because (I promise you, kids!) the music of life wasn't always that fool-on openly rotten bananas ftw 🃏🍌🎶 #revoltnow

EPx12 flows psychedelic DUB ❯ INDIE ❯ LOFI ❯ BURLESQUE ❯ ROCK

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@bananasutra #lyrics (variations):

[Intro]
We live not by lies…
We rise where truth lies.

[Verse 1]
Kings built ballrooms on ego fume,
Shameless doofus duck dick gloom & doom,
People watched ‘em orange mimes,
And laughed with ‘em memes of times...

[Chorus]
But we live not by lies, 
We know what one denies,
And we question the whys,
with our wide-open eyes.

[Verse 2]
Some preached in suit, and sold us fear, 
Some gilded God, oh Jesus, dear.
But angels warned of holy fraud, 
And sprinkled divine on the flawed.

[Chorus]
Know we live not by lies, 
We blow what one denies,
As we outgrow the whys,
And flow, wide-open eyes.

[Bridge]
Maybe they sold their souls for real,
Maybe they bought what they can't feel,
But truth ... she cares and hums akin,
True salvation’s under our skin.

[Chorus]
Outgrow what one denies,
Let us live not by lies, 
We must question the whys,
with our wide-open eyes.

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[01] We Live Not By Lies - GROWsutra Gipsy Poetry DUB

Mr. Bong

Desert of Mirrors

The desert reflects like broken glass. Silence turns into a mirror where the traveler meets his own shadow.

The desert stretches, endless wide,
A mirror of shadows where secrets hide.
Each step echoes, a fragile sound,
In silence of nowhere, truth is found.

The sands reflect, the sky deceives,
The heart remembers what the eye believes.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The horizon bends, the light divides,
Time dissolves in shifting tides.
Mirages whisper, fragile and near,
The soul awakens when the path is clear.

Through the glass of the burning air,
I see myself waiting there.

In the desert of mirrors, we wander alone,
Searching for faces we’ve already known.
Every reflection a story untold,
Every illusion a truth to behold.

The silence breaks, the shadows fall,
The desert of mirrors reveals it all.


Desert of Mirrors

Rainbow Shadows

Sins of My Father 
by Steve Foley

[Hook]
 I’ve got the sins… of my father…
 Way down, way down, in my soul.
 Yeah the sins… of my father…
 Way down, way down, in my soul.

[Verse 1]
 Chains I’m draggin’, shadows I know,
 Stories written long ago.
 Whiskey burns, the night takes hold,
 Every step is heavy gold.

[Bridge]
 No preacher gonna save me, no light above,
 Only rhythm and the night, only fire and love.
 Buried deep, it takes its toll…
 The sins of my father carved in my soul.

Mr. Bong

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