A partir de MES TEXTES, des chansons inspirantes générées par l’Intelligence Artificielle (SUNO) suno.com/@laurencesimenot

Avec leurs mélodies, ces chansons vous aideront à booster estime de soi et confiance.
Elles vous rappelleront un essentiel bon pour le cœur et les cellules.
Des textes qui consolent, rassurent, redonnent le moral et de l'espoir, stimulent et encouragent.
Un véritable BAUME POUR LE COEUR !

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Douce et inspirante écoute à vous, Laurence

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Hello

Chaque morceau est une pièce d’un labyrinthe intérieur, chaque personnage un masque tombé dans le puits. L’Âne Flûte n’est pas un autre. Ni le corbeau. Ni le roi des rats. Tous parlent d’un même lieu, d’un même cœur fendu par les années, par le doute, par l’épuisement d’être. Ce projet est le récit d’un seul être qui s’est éparpillé pour mieux se rassembler.

Il a fallu deux années pour oser cette traversée. Deux années à visiter chaque recoin de la caverne : la peur, l’égo, la honte, la colère, mais aussi la lucidité, l’éclat d’une étoile dans la nuit, les murmures d’un espoir sans nom. C’est une cartographie de l’âme, un théâtre peuplé d’ombres qui sont toutes un seul corps.

L’intelligence artificielle n’est pas une coquetterie ici, mais un choix essentiel. Elle sert à ôter la voix de l’auteur pour révéler la voix de l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas lui que l’on écoute, c’est ce que ça dit en lui, et peut-être en chacun. La musique devient alors canal, les voix des archétypes, et l’auteur, un passeur anonyme qui délègue l’incarnation pour que l’essence passe sans entrave.

C’est un opéra intérieur, un carnaval de symboles, un murmure d’enfant vieux.
Un seul être se cherche — dans mille visages.

14-Un silence

A sultry, jazz-infused ballad with Latin rhythms and haunting instrumentation, "Dust You Left Behind" weaves a tapestry of longing and surrender. The lyrics meditate on the futility of chasing love and material fulfillment, instead embracing the wisdom of letting go. The singer’s voice lingers like smoke over melancholic guitar lines and lush piano chords, creating a mood that’s both intimate and expansive—like a confession whispered in an empty cathedral.

[Verse 1]
The ache of wanting, the weight of gold
Pockets full but the hands grow cold
Reaching for the river’s bend
But the water won’t be pinned

[Pre-Chorus]
Let go, let go, child, lie down
You’re a seed in the cold ground
No need to climb, no need to rise
The moon don’t beg the lonely sky

[Chorus]
Oh, the years roll, slow and sly
Stealing the light from your hungry eyes
What if the love you’re chasing blind
Is the dust you left behind?

[Break]

[Verse 2]
Scraped your knees on the altar stairs
Polished your prayers like silverware
But the wild grass won’t be tamed
And the wind don’t need a name

[Bridge]
Love ain’t a wishbone, love ain’t a debt
It’s the crack in the door you forgot to set
Kneel in the dirt, let the rain come in
Love’s not a prize—it’s the letting in

[Outro]
So let go, let go, like an ash
The dark ain’t nothing but the cradle of dark
And the earth will turn, and the tide will rise
You’re the hollow and the hymn inside

[End]


Dust You Left Behind

Let's make a lot of the Ai poetic . Dodakk24 Songwriter

A retro-modern love letter to sunshine harmonies and kaleidoscopic pop. Golden Airwaves glides from beach-bright mornings to neon boardwalk midnights.

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Honey, Dance With Me

Everything soaked in regret and old Hollywood black & white
1952 Female Detective TV Show by Edwin H. Balder
She walked in like a whisper, silk on tile
Red wine lips, cigarette smile
Her glove hit the floor like a dare, like a flag
“You find things, don’t you?” she said with a drag
The file said “missing,” but the trail was warm
Hotel ledger signed in a trembling form
Room 6 smelled of jasmine and gunpowder
The mirror cracked, but her perfume was louder
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
The bellhop flinched when I asked her name
Said she checked in twice, but never came
A matchbook folded in a lover’s code
And a lipstick note that said “I owed”
She never blinked when I said his name
But her pulse betrayed the flame
The lace she wore was stitched in grief
And every thread spelled disbelief
There was blood on the cuff of her coat
A receipt for a room she never wrote
A photo torn, just half a face
And a diamond ring in a velvet case
She said he vanished, left her cold
But the bruises bloomed in stories told
She wasn’t chasing ghosts or men
She was chasing silence once again
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace...this lamp light tail
But here’s the twist she didn’t see
I found the truth she meant for me
A bullet lodged in a music box
A name engraved beneath the locks
The maid saw her leave at 2:09
With powder burns and shattered wine
She paid in cash, she wore his coat
And left a note that simply wrote:
"He said forever. I said ....nope"
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace... 
Her... final... veil...
The case is closed, the file is sealed
But I still taste the lies she peeled
She wore regret like vintage silk
And poured revenge as smooth as milk
The lace was hers, the crime was clean
She played the part, she set the scene
And I—
I let her go
Because I know
What women do
When they’re alone
And done
With being seen

All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to Tina and Dell and  most of all to MoJo Linn for the will to put a trumpet in a song in 2025!!!   Let people know you found a new norm here...Thanks....

Velvet Lies by🌹Tina Talone🌹

Monet Dreams is a romantic reverie that uses impressionist painting imagery to explore the dance between artist and muse. The song captures the fleeting beauty of light and nature through Monet's brushstrokes while revealing the deeper longing to become someone's masterpiece. It's about mutual captivation - where love becomes art.

Monet Dreams  (lyrics)

His brushstrokes dapple sunlight on swaying poplars
Fleeting shadows grasp gold and whispers of green
Swift hands chase the changing light
And I long to be your masterpiece

I am the shadow in your paintings
The whisper in your garden dreams
You capture light but I capture you
Nothing's quite the way it seems

Cool cerulean blue melds with warm cadmium yellow
Sky mirrors the river's flow
Treetops curve serpentine rhythm in nature's dance
And I long to be your masterpiece

I am the shadow in your paintings
The whisper in your garden dreams
You capture light but I capture you
Nothing's quite the way it seems

Monet Dreams

MY MELANCHOLY drips richly into my soul

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