I Broke Today

Put Light On - Epic Dark electronica

The Feeling Stays

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Strong Tea
Inspired by «Strong Tea or Father» by Shao Qian, this song is written from the voice of a daughter learning to forgive herself for the distance and anger she carried during her father’ s final days. It’s not about perfect closure, but about finding a way to put the past behind. Forgiveness isn’t always clean—it’s slow, uneven, but real—the way a father would.

[Verse 1]
The taste stayed bitter
a child’s never forgets her first bruises
I kept the silence tight-lipped
blaming myself
for time that slipped away

[Pre-Chorus]
I was angry young and afraid
but that was never blame

[Chorus]
I’m learning to forgive myself
slow the way a father would
Strong tea in my chest
still burning still good
the past is gone
but it carried me on

[Verse 2]
I thought my anger was my sin
I thought my silence meant I failed him
but grief was too heavy
and I was still just a girl—
unready unwelcome

[Pre-Chorus]
If he could only see me now
I think he’d want me free

[Chorus]
I’m learning to forgive myself
slow the way a father would
strong tea in my chest
still burning still good
the past is gone
but it carried me on

[Bridge]
No child should wear a crown of shame
no daughter should swallow blame
even prayers for death were still prayers—
still love
still his way

[Final Chorus]
I’m learning to forgive myself
slow the way a father would
strong tea in my chest
bitter but understood
The past is gone
but it carries me on

Strong Tea

HEY !! besties 💓💓

"I Believe" is an original song written & composed by Museify.  
This track is a fierce, emotional anthem of survival, a blending raw vocals, cinematic intensity, and unapologetic lyrics into a story of breaking chains, burning shame, and rising as fire.  

All lyrics, melodies, and arrangements are original, created entirely by Museify, with AI used only as a tool for production and not as the creator.  

This is the official release of *I Believe* on SoundCloud.  
📌 You are welcome to remix, cover, or use this song in your own creative work, just credit Museify and link back to this page.  
🚫 Do not re-upload this track claiming it as your own, or post a full copy without permission.  

🔥 *This isn’t about forgiveness..it’s about survival. I didn’t break. I became the fire.*  

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## Lyrics  

**I Believe**  

I believe....  
I stitched my heart with fear and fire,  
Held my breath under their choir,  
OH...they sang like they owned me.  
But I danced on broken glass,  
I turned their shame into something that lasts,  
AH..they never could hold me.  
cause I believe  

You did not break me  
You just split the shell I was dying in!  
OHHh  I am the thing you tried to hide,  
But I breathe in flames now watch me ignite!  
I'm not your scar I’m the start of the fire.  

They tried to soften me with silence,  
But silence grew sharp inside my chest.  
AHh...I used to fold, I used to fall.  
Now I walk like war is gentle,  
But touch me wrong and I’ll come undone,  
Not into tears into a storm they can’t outrun.  

You did not break me  
You just cracked the chains I bled inside!  
OH, I rise like a sin they buried,  
Like every truth they thought would die.  
You lit the match  
But I...I became the fire.  

But listen  
It wasn’t grace that made me strong,  
It was crawling through nights that never ended.  
I was never meant to be saved,  
I was meant to survive.  
And now you’ll hear my name like thunder  
Even when you whisper it.  

But I loved you even when it killed me,  
Even when your hands left bruises like lullabies.  
Ohh.. I stayed  
Not because I was weak,  
But because hope had my wrists tied.  
You called it devotion  
But it was war. And I won.  

But  
I screamed into pillows that never answered back,  
Hid my breath behind locked doors while the world danced outside.  
They said heal, but they didn’t stay long enough to hear how.  

It was never about forgiveness  
It was about surviving the sound of my own name  
When it started to feel like a curse.  

But  
Even when my hands shook from holding nothing,  
I still reached for the light like it owed me something.  
I’ve bitten down on grief like it was bread.  
i believe .  

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I Believe

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Lyrics:
Where is my heart
Taking me now
Across an empty desert
Into an abandoned house
Endless rooms
Empty halls
cries of joy
sobs of pain

Where is my heart
Taking me now? (Taking me now!)

Lost in a dream…
I wish I was.
But instead…
I am trapped in this cage.
They called it life.
I call it imposed.
I wish I could leave 
But where would I go?
(Where would I go?)

Where is my soul
Leading me now?
Across a vacant highway
Into an empty hole
Dark recesses 
Endless space 
Screams of fear
Gasps of life

Where is my soul
Leading me now? (Leaving me now?)

Lost in a dream
I wish I was
But instead
I am trapped in this cage (trapped)
They call it life
I call it imposed 
I wish I could leave 
But where would I go?
(Where do I go?)

Where is my body
Pressing me now?
Against another human
Changing me again, again 
Formless mind
Empty soul
Voiceless pleas
End of life

Where is my body
Pressing me now? (Changing me now?)

Lost in a dream
I wish I was
But instead
I am trapped in this cage
They call it life
I call it imposed 
I wish I could leave 
But where would I go?
Where would I go
Where would I go?

but where would i go?

Song of Time and Transformation

The Song of Time and Transformation is a ritual chant of the Garumani, sung in harmony with the flowing waters of Narvelar — the Twin Currents of Shadow and Light.
It weaves together the ancient rhythm of Sanmor (Silence), Larin (River), Thilor (Light), and Viloth (Spirit), reminding the wanderer that life is not a straight path, but a cycle of echoes.

Each verse speaks of change: shadows becoming light, endings returning as beginnings, rivers flowing endlessly into the Ocean of Spirit (Viloth’larin). The refrain repeats the four eternal presences:

“Oto cisza, oto rzeka,
Oto światło, oto duch.”

— “Behold silence, behold the river,
Behold the light, behold the spirit.”

The song is both simple and profound. Its rhythm is steady, like the heartbeat of water. It is meant to be sung softly, allowing the voice to merge with the rippling reflections of light and shadow.

The Song of Time and Transformation is not only music — it is meditation, a bridge between the inner self and the eternal river of existence.

Song of Time – Narvelar

Shadow flows, and light returns,
The river dreams in stones of weight.
The spirit of change is dancing in water,
And silence is breathing in the deep.


Sanmor lo, Larin lo,
Thilor lo, Viloth lo.
“Behold silence, behold the river,
Behold the light, behold the spirit.”


Light is guiding, shadow is shelter,
Two currents meeting within the song.
Stars of Shanoril flicker on the surface,
And the stones of Moril keep the memory.


Sanmor lo, Larin lo,
Thilor lo, Viloth lo.
“Behold silence, behold the river,
Behold the light, behold the spirit.”


Maroth the butterfly hovers above,
Its wings are singing of change.
What has been is always returning,
What will come is already breathing.


Sanmor lo, Larin lo,
Thilor lo, Viloth lo.
“Behold silence, behold the river,
Behold the light, behold the spirit.”

Coda

Narvelar flows with twin voices,
Shadow and light entwined as one current.
Whoever gazes into its waters gazes into their soul,
And the spirit answers within silence.

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Lunatics 239 /  Desaster Boy / Schmitt - Joerxworks & Ratzzz

My Guitar Is on Fire” is a haunting alternative rock anthem about a struggling guitarist’s midnight crossroads deal with a shadowy figure. Dark, cinematic, and guitar-driven, it blends blues legend with modern post-rock energy; explosive riffs, soaring vocals, and a chorus that burns long after the song ends.

My Guitar Is on Fire

"Bêêêê" Only french/Original version

my today and all of my tomorrows

Song writter/ Director AI-rtistic

"La Fable de l’Âne Flûte"

Il était une fois un âne au regard malin, qu’on disait simple, mais qui portait en lui la mémoire des forêts muettes et des ruelles oubliées. On l’appelait L’Âne Flûte. Il ne jouait pas, non. Il tenait sa flûte comme on tient une promesse jamais soufflée, et dans sa main libre, il serrait un masque de renard, comme un secret qu’on préfère ne pas porter.

Je suis le Corbeau, vieil ami des silences habités. Depuis mon perchoir d’encre, j’ai longtemps observé l'âne flûte, celui qu’on croit à l’écart, mais qui entend le monde battre entre les ratures. Il fut poète avant que les machines n’aient des oreilles, il fut rappeur quand ses mots devaient rimer pour survivre. Pendant vingt ans, il scanda l’ombre et la lumière, cherchant la forme juste pour loger ses mondes. Et puis… il comprit que sa voix humaine n’atteindrait jamais les cimes où ses textes rêvaient de voler.

Alors, il se nomma lui même directeur iArtistique, et offrit ses mots à d’autres bouches — des bouches de brume, d’os ou de pixels — des êtres chimériques qui porteraient l’émotion à sa juste hauteur.

Sur cette page, tu entends donc les contes sonores d’un univers parallèle, là où les personnages chantent à sa place. L’Âne Flûte, l’Esprit Renard, les rats musiciens, le chat de gouttière à chapeau, les singes rêveurs, les vieilles dames — tous peignent le gris du monde avec des teintes oubliées.

Certains disent que cette musique vient d’ailleurs. Moi, le corbeau, je sais qu’elle vient de la clairière entre les mondes, là où les âmes fractales trouvent écho, là où l’Intemporel prête l’oreille aux histoires trop vastes pour une seule voix.

Entre chanson française fêlée, pop obscure et folk hantée, L’Âne Flûte est le masque vivant d’un auteur qui n’a jamais cessé d’espérer que l’art pouvait guérir sans prétendre sauver.

Bienvenue dans le carnaval mélancolique de L'âne flûte.
Tends l’oreille. Peut-être que tu t’y entendras.

— Le Corbeau

"Bêêêê" Only french/Original version

L'âne Flûte

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