really nice , with some nice sounding vocals <3

Great work on this one!!  Keep to the amazing music, this is great!!

O bass é incrível, goste bastante. continua

🔥🔥Fantastic 🔥🔥
👏love the vocals ( creative) 
👏solid beat , memorable 
👏👏👏Bravo👏👏👏

Rust and Bloom feelings

The realist shit I never wrote...

Engineered by Local Hampton Va artist & #mixingEngineer @ire-sohi

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2Geeked - The Begining (Prod.REENIEbeats)

This concept is an old cotton factory coming back to life for a few moments. I hope the music captures this in the same way for you.

Disused Cotton Factory

Ruggiero - Ice days

The sun beams through the classroom air
A student's pencil hovers there
The paper waits, the questions stand
But sleep is tugging at their hand

The pencil wavers, starts to sway
A mind drifts far, begins to stray
The words dissolve, the lines entwine
Into a dream where thoughts unwind

The dance of a pencil, light as a breeze
Tracing circles, chasing dreams with ease
A waltz of answers, fading fast
As time slips by, too slow to last

In the dream, the pencil twirls around
The classroom shifts without a sound
The questions twist, the letters blend
In this soft dance that has no end

In the dream, the pencil twirls around
The classroom shifts without a sound
The questions twist, the letters blend
In this soft dance that has no end

The dance of a pencil, light as a breeze
Tracing circles, chasing dreams with ease
A waltz of answers, fading fast
As time slips by, too slow to last

A spin, a dip, the pencil glides
Through cloudy thoughts where reason hides
The clock is ticking, time won't stay
But the pencil's caught in its ballet

Then suddenly, a sharp return
A jolt awake, a lesson learned
The pencil halts, the dream is clear
The test awaits, the end is near

With newfound focus, they take their stance
The pencil moves, no longer dance
In the quiet hum of the busy room
They write the answers before the final boom

The Dance of a Pencil

Who even calls anymore?
You're ringing me, what for?
I've got a life to live
Don't need your voice to give

Could've sent me a text
But you're calling? What's next?
Send a pigeon in the sky
If you really need a reply

Just text me, don't call!
I don't wanna talk at all
You need me now? That's too bad
Shoot a fax, or call my dad!
Just text me, don't ring
What makes you think you're the king?
Got no time, I'm on the go
Leave a message-no hello!

You act like it's 1999
But I ain't got the time
Send an emoji, drop a line
Your voice ain't so divine

Could be in the middle of my show
But you think I wanna know?
Just shoot a message, let it be
I'll get back eventually!

Just text me, don't call!
I don't wanna talk at all
You need me now? That's too bad
Shoot a fax, or call my dad!
Just text me, don't ring
What makes you think you're the king?
Got no time, I'm on the go
Leave a message-no hello!

Send a text, don't waste your breath
Calling's just a time theft!
I'll get back when I'm free
So keep your voicemail far from me!

Just text me, don't call!
I don't wanna talk at all
You need me now? That's too bad
Shoot a fax, or call my dad!
Just text me, don't ring
What makes you think you're the king?
Got no time, I'm on the go
Leave a message-no hello!

Just Text Me

Vsechno Bude Lip (prod.T1mmo)

Všechno Bude Líp (prod.T1mmo)

Better Keep Your Hopes Up Baby

Track twelve on Ben Mercedez's album Hollywood Idol, "Marilyn"

"Hollywood Idol" the album, out MARCH 7TH

Ben Mercedez's new project "Hollywood Idol" is a three part album that documents the rise and fall of an aspiring star trying to navigate their way through Hollywood. Through the perspective of alter ego Marilyn Mercedez, the album questions how far you will go to achieve what you truly desire.

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

I'm the LA hero, keep the weight zero
Epileptic always symmetric
I'm the primadonna, higher than life I'm the drama
Starlight I'm so electric
You're the obsessive, you get so aggressive
My life has become so hectic
You're the big spender, keep your veins tender
Hollywood's full of skeptics

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

I'm the diva front screen, had this dream since fifteen
Magazines I tore
We're the bourgeoisie, the elite and supreme
Oh boo you WHORE
Riddle me this, is ignorance bliss
Am I even human
VIVALDI plays, I live for your praise
California weather getting so humid

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

The orchestra plays, I'm in dismay
Contract with the devil gets you in trouble
The public turns affray, a star's final betray
We all started off as just another rebel
Will you watch as I spiral down under
Will you awe at the crowds deafening thunder
Am I just your commodity
I lost my own autonomy

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

Released: Nov 8 2024

Marilyn

2024 10 21 Song 1006

Voice
Michelle (Vocaloid)

Lyrics
Lyrics created in collaboration with an AI assistant

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #18 (2024 11 11)

Shades of humanity (feat. Michelle)

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/track/49YgDOnXjzHD4Id0OGWDqQ?si=noxqCHu2SRCjIiNd6ybIsw

"William Shakespeare -  "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 104)

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead."

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Constellation Lyra - To Me, Fair Friend [out now on Spotify]

MORENA_NSWARELE

Torture me

Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

Rust and Bloom

Jesienne Refleksje

Awash in dreams of an otherworld, a lush sound from afar, the call of what lies beyond the void between places.

Timeplate

Better and finished version of plotting :)

Pl0tting (finished n betta)

Just a Latin American cisgender man on a journey that disolves cultural and intellectual borders. Inspired by Critical Theory and guied by Musical Theory, I strive to transform social experiences and reflections into compositions that go beneath the surface, instigating creative and individual metaphorical abstraction. My music is fueled by a desire to understand the complexities of the power networkies, identity, and cultural context—themes that always resonate in my lyrics and melodies. Rooted in Latin America with a view towards the world, each song invites listeners to explore stories, question certainties, and find, in art, a form of dialogue with our time.
My affinity for linguistics manifested itself from an early age through poetry, but it was only in my late teens that it merged with the principles of musical theory, bringing musicality to my writings. This process gave rise to my first melodies, which were shaped through multi-instrumental experimentation and the first virtual technologies, incipient at this time. For 20 years, composing has been a recurring element in my life, often left aside by academic and professional commitments. Now, I have decided to make this creative practice an integral part of my daily routine.

“Artless art” is the artistic process within the artist; its meaning is “art of the soul.”

Torture me

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