Between the Pines

Above Me

Two souls touch but never meet.
Time bends, love lingers — a pulse between seconds.
The Kiss of Time breathes through skin and silence,
where memory becomes rhythm and tenderness becomes sound.
Each note drifts like smoke, each beat a soft gravity.
This is not a song — it’s a slow orbit of feeling,
a moment suspended between past and forever.

What they say about it:

“It’s like hearing time exhale — fragile, luminous, infinite.”

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

Kiss of Time

🌙 Still Rising – FELIX BLUE - The Soul of ’79 reborn in slow-motion sound.

Cruise through 4 velvet-smooth cuts (70-80 BPM, A-minor glow) where vintage pop charm meets after-hours techno minimalism. Warm EPiano chords, buttery bass, crisp old-school snares and hushed pads wrap around Felix Blue’s expressive croon—every track laced with gentle reverb & dream-delay for that late-night studio shimmer.

Press play, dim the lights, let the quiet heartbeats talk. 💫🎙️

#StillRising #FelixBlue #BrokenDreams #NeoSoulPop #MinimalTechnoSoul #70BPMvibes #AMinorMood #SoundCloudGold #VintagePop2025 #LateNightListen 

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Glass Ceilings

a hobo's lament...

broke beat & busted

i’m broke, beat and busted,
no one i know can be trusted.
bet things are gonna get nasty,
might as well die or get wasted.

death and dirt, they never lie;
if you’re garbage on God’s Earth,
you never get to say goodbye,
your truth is never ever heard.

i shot them all entirely dead,
my self-defense, it was a lie;
no sick old conscience is all bad,
i didn’t want to see them die.

i’m broke, beat and busted,
i’m used to it, I can take it.
they shouldn’t have insulted
the Lord and expect to make it.

should not have crossed a hobo’s path,
should not have tied me with cable,
should not have done it for laughs,
should not have pissed on my Bible.

ways of the heart are brutal and dark,
you can’t rely on them to get by.
don’t really know, I may still walk,
nobody knows what I hide.

i’m broke, beat and busted,
no one i know can be trusted.
bet things are gonna get nasty,
might as well die or get wasted.


Jackson Lucas ©️2025
jjacksonlucas@yahoo.com


broke beat & busted

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