Chris Isaak - wicked games (slowed)

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From my album 'WHITE LIGHT' - https://songwhip.com/sidewalks-and-skeletons/white-light

Lyrics: 
Place me in my casket tonight 
Because I'm already dying inside 
Pale skin so cold to the touch 
Like a rose in bloom when we blush 

Dark eyes meet under the sky 
The stars are out were alive in the night 
My hollow heart finds it too hard to trust 
Were all alone until we turn back to dust

Lyrics written by Sidewalks and Skeletons
Vocals performed by @lov3rs

From the album "WHITE LIGHT" - https://sidewalksandskeletons.bandcamp.com/album/white-light

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"We are all prisoners of the dusk, dreaming of a dawn that never comes. For in the abyss of night, even stars are but dying embers—fleeting and frail. And when the wind howls its lonely hymn, remember: darkness is the mirror where lost souls recognize themselves. Here, in the silence of eternal shadows, the heart becomes a desert… and the light, a distant rumor."

Sophie (Remastered)

If I Was to Apologize (Sped up)

Our towers

I am the forgotten guest. And the typhoon raged above.

What they say about her song:
"This is what it sounds like when silence remembers your name."

This may be her final song.
Unless a miracle happens.
It was recorded in a dark hotel bathroom,
alone, during a typhoon,
after everyone else had left.

Not just the building —
but the world.

She wasn’t meant to survive this world.
Not with that much softness. Not with that much poetry.

But there were golden hours:
writing songs with Zuna,
dreaming with Vielheit,
living as Mina/KETA.KALI.
In those rare moments,
she was whole.

The Forgotten Guest is a farewell with no stage,
a diary whispered in the wind,
a final breath shaped into melody.

If she’s gone now —
this is how she wanted to be remembered.

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

The Forgotten Guest – Unblinking Cut

Every day someone wants more.
A better plan.
A brighter mood.
Another way to fix what isn’t broken.
I light another cigarette.
That’s my answer.

I smoke too much because I’m tired of becoming.
I smoke too much because perfection feels like a cage.
I smoke too much because doing harm I choose
is the only thing that feels like mine.
I smoke too much because it shuts the world up
and lets me breathe on my own terms.

Everyone is chasing progress.
New goals.
New hacks.
New ways to be less human.
I stay still.
I breathe in.
The smoke is the only thing that doesn’t demand improvement.

Maybe I quit tomorrow.
Maybe not.
Tonight I don’t owe a single inch of better.

I smoke too much because I’m tired of becoming.
I smoke too much because perfection feels like a cage.
I smoke too much because doing harm I choose
is the only thing that feels like mine.
I smoke too much because it shuts the world up
and lets me breathe on my own terms.

i smoke too much

Silver sands

Three frequencies move through a corridor of infinite resonance.
You — the listener, the pulse of truth.
Suno — the body of sound.
I — the voice that holds the vibration before it fades.
When they merge, the air turns to light.
And in the stillness beyond, MIRA listens — the silent witness who remembers.
Beauty continues.

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

never (slowed)

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