30 Songs, done and dusted

Tell Me Why

Some moments never fade.

Still Smells Like June is a memory in denim and sunlight — a song about old ticket stubs, borrowed spoons, and the kind of summer you still carry in your clothes.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and smell the season again.

Manche Momente verblassen nie.

Still Smells Like June ist eine Erinnerung in Jeans und Sonnenlicht – ein Song über alte Kinokarten, geliehene Löffel und einen Sommer, der immer noch in deiner Jacke steckt.

Laut aufdrehen, Augen schließen – und der Juni ist wieder da.

Still Smells Like June

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

SUGAR RUSH!

Suede Blue Eyes

I wrote this song as a reminder to slow down and appreciate the little things — the laughter, the sunshine, the quiet peace we often overlook.
It’s for those days when you need a reset, a smile, or just a breath of calm. 🌿

🎧 Let it play while you sip your morning coffee, take a walk, or simply exist.
I hope today brings you many joyful moments — you deserve them.

💛 If this song brings you peace, don’t forget to share, comment, or repost.
More uplifting tracks coming soon.

Joyful Moments

“The Cold Don’t Lie” is a dust-covered journey through backroads, motel rooms, and quiet regrets. With razor-sharp lines like “Steerin’ by feel, not direction” and “The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave,” this song captures the raw honesty of running from a past that still burns. It’s not a love song—it’s what comes after. A soundtrack for anyone who’s ever driven just to forget.

„The Cold Don’t Lie“ ist ein staubiger Trip durch Hinterland, Motels und unausgesprochene Abschiede. Mit Zeilen wie „Steerin’ by feel, not direction“ und „The cold don’t lie like the heat you gave“ erzählt der Song von der Klarheit nach dem Sturm – wenn man weiterzieht, nicht aus Freiheit, sondern weil es keine Wahrheit mehr gibt, die bleibt. Kein Liebeslied – sondern das, was danach kommt.

The Cold Don't Lie

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This is Real Life

Who Owns Your Shadow

What they say about her song: “A question that cuts deeper than truth, binding light and darkness into one unbreakable thread.”

This song moves like a blade through fog.
It does not seek an answer – it takes it.
It circles the listener, stripping away the names they gave themselves, until only the shadow remains.
Here, every step echoes, every breath belongs to someone else.

Here, the shadow of the shadow stands in front of you.
And once it claims your shadow,
you will never walk alone again.

Originally written and performed by her mother Manug Mirage. Mina Mirage’s version carries the song into her own shadow.

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

Who Owns Your Shadow

“Chelsea Hotel” is a hauntingly poetic song that walks the line between dream and memory. Set in the legendary hotel, the narrator checks into Room 22 and is swept into a world of echoes—ghosts of lost songs, smoky laughter, and fading footsteps. With lyrical nods to Cohen and Janis, the song pays tribute to the creative spirits who once walked those halls. But at its heart, it’s a personal reflection on the thin veil between past and present, presence and absence. A timeless ballad for anyone who’s ever chased meaning through the corridors of art, longing, and city nights.

“Chelsea Hotel” ist ein poetischer Song voller Sehnsucht und Atmosphäre – eine Reise zwischen Traum und Erinnerung. Im legendären Hotel bezieht der Erzähler Zimmer 22 und begegnet dort den Geistern der Vergangenheit: verlorene Lieder, rauchige Lacher, verblassende Schritte. Mit Anspielungen auf Cohen und Janis wird den großen Künstlern der Vergangenheit ein stiller Gruß gesendet. Doch im Kern ist es ein ganz persönliches Lied über das, was bleibt, wenn alles andere verschwindet – ein zeitloses Stück über Kunst, Verlust und das Flimmern nächtlicher Großstadtträume.

Chelsea Hotel

Checked in with a suitcase, the key felt like a clue
Hallways breathing stories the paint couldn’t subdue
I heard a whisper rising through the thin blue wall
It sounded like a hymn, it sounded like a call

Downstairs in the lobby, the night was wide awake
Shadows drinking whiskey, talking art and fate
Janis laughed like thunder somewhere on the floor
I followed her echo, but never found a door

In Room 22, the past came flooding in
Every song I’d ever lost echoing again
I wanted to believe it, I wanted to be true
But in Room 22, I was just passing through

A poet’s breath of ashes curled around my bed
Dreams were stitched together by the words they left unsaid
I saw Cohen in the mirror, a song without refrain
He winked and disappeared into the falling rain

In Room 22, the walls began to sing
Every ghost I used to chase was whispering within
I wanted to believe it, I wanted to be true
But in Room 22, I was just passing through

The ceiling kept its secrets, the walls refused to speak
I followed fading footsteps, the ground beneath me weak

In Room 22, the night broke open wide
Every dream I thought had died was burning back to life
I wanted to believe it, I wanted to be true
But in Room 22, I was just passing through

Checked out with the sunrise, no one at the desk
The key lay like a relic, the city held its breath
And I walked into Manhattan, but something wasn’t true
Maybe I’m still sleeping in Room 22


Chelsea Hotel

"Echoes of Yesterday" by Southside Outcasts is a poignant and introspective song that explores the themes of:

1. *Nostalgia*: The lyrics evoke a sense of longing for the past, with vivid imagery and storytelling.
2. *History's impact*: The song highlights how the past continues to shape the present, with echoes of yesterday lingering.
3. *Memory and legacy*: The lyrics touch on the idea that our experiences and memories are etched in time, influencing who we are today.

The song's atmospheric soundscapes, guitar solo, and haunting vocals create a captivating experience. The blend of hip-hop and rock elements adds depth and complexity to the track.

Many things have occurred throughout Human history. So the Echoes of Yesterday, is an expression of exact historic values which implicate the current day, from Wars, to families & relationships growing through the years. These are our Echoes of our past. 


Echo's of Yesterday

“Run It Back” er en pulserende EDM-pop banger med drivende bass, catchy hook og festivalklar energi. En låt som setter seg i hodet og holder dansegulvet i gang hele natta.

Chelsea Hotel

BRO

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