im so mindfucked right now. what i feel so composed so easily by A.i.  love from New Zealand

Some heartbreaks echo forever. “Drown in the Night” blends emotion with Deep House, Indie Dance, and Mississippi Blues.

Drown in the Night

There was a time
When I thought
I was dying
There was a moment
When I was about
To stop trying
I was ready for 
Things to end
One door closes
And a new life begins
But something
Made me pause
Life’s about more
There has to be a cause
A reason for being 
For being here
A moment to stop
And make things clear
That’s when I thought
What about love
The love you’ve got
You know 
That’s still inside
Did you give it away
Or was it denied
Did you love as much
As you got
Or is there still more
Maybe even a lot
Left to give
And isn’t that reason enough
For you to live
When you’ve still got love
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Still Got Love

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Psychological poisoning 
Of our minds. 
Not understanding  
The constructs 
Confounds the environment 
Of DSP 
Becoming the desperation 
Of me. 
Not knowing 
What to be 
And being led 
By what we see 
Actors on a stage 
Propaganda  
Of a moral outrage 
The opinion 
From the apprentice’s display 
The fox and their friends 
Their lies and 
Their ways 
A moral decay 
As they portray- 
A principle-based focus 
In disarray. 
The reach and how 
They sway. 
Green energy  
To coal play. 
Science to guns 
To resound principles 
To the embarrassment  
Of pronouns 
This villainization 
Of a culture’s renaissance  
In the name of 
The word of God. 
Making us out 
To be sheep 
While their message 
Is a cattle prod. 
Fire and Ice 
The fear to entice. 
Pronouns don’t 
Make us mice. 
I have the power 
To define my own life! 
Not subjugated  
By illusional strife. 
The greedy thinking 
Of their design 
In spite of the divine. 
This crime, 
Is not mine. 
Denied by the truth, 
Away from time. 
Transcend 
Transfix away. 
Let love define. 
A spiritual awakening 
In my mind. 
My heart flows 
Through time. 
It cannot be casted  
Or touched,  
By the trumpet’s crimes. 
Forgiveness ends 
All suffering and loss. 
Returning the mind 
To it’s true thoughts. 
How do we  
Confront lies  
that come across? 
Is it a gain or loss? 
A manuscript 
Of truth 
That’s in a state  
Of forfeit. 
To feel the soul 
Or hear the spirit 
To know that it is a 
Conversation of a clairvoyant. 
Forgiveness ends 
All suffering and loss.

The Apprentice

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The Note
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
It is just what you think
It is my message, a final kiss
No need to worry
Or take the blame
I don't feel pain or any shame
It is just what it is

[verse]
I don't want to stick around
And see everything go bad
I won't be feeling any better
I won't be moving any faster
I won't write a great new song
And bit by bit and day by day
all my systems 
will go wrong

[verse]
I don't have any complaints
Not for you, but some for me
Things were always pretty good
Always shelter, always food
I cared about you all, 
You did well, I'm satisfied
Now its time for the last call
And its for me to take the fall

And its for me to take the fall

[verse]
I could have done a little better
I could have tried a little harder
You can blame me if you missed out
Or if I wasn't always there
Don't you think I did not care
I did so then and I do now
Sometimes I am a little unaware
Get caught up in my own thing
But that's me, 
I take the blame

[verse]
It is just what you think
It is my message, a final kiss
No need to worry
Or take the blame
I don't feel pain or any shame
It is just what it is

[instrumental]

mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

But that's me, I take the blame


mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

But that's me, I take the blame


mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

mea culpa, 
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa

[outro]

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Silent Blue

Above The Line

Every brick is a memory.

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Take It Slow _ SNX.m4a

“Tristesse” is a summer dream slowly turning into memory — a French-cinema folk album set on the coast, where heat softens everything except the truth.
These twelve songs follow a young woman through a season of desire, mischief, consequence and quiet self-recognition.

There is sunlight and sea air, the illusion of freedom, the thrill of plans made too lightly — and the stillness that comes when innocence finally cracks.
Chanson-inspired vocals, soft acoustic textures, and intimate, breath-close production carry the story from a bright villa above the water to the long, grey September that follows.

An album about youth, about the games we play without understanding their cost, and about the melancholy that returns each year like a familiar guest.

A warm coastline.
A single season.
A heart learning its limits.

The Long September

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

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