“A Song No One Hears” is a tender and introspective acoustic folk ballad, baroque in tone and lyrical in spirit. Set against soft fingerpicked guitar and delicate strings, it tells the story of a song meant for no one—and yet sung with quiet conviction. Melancholic yet warm, the music captures the quiet power of expression, even when unheard. It is a gentle ode to solitude, memory, and the unseen resonance of the soul.

A Song No One Hears

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

**About This Track**  
This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: Rob Nelson
- **This song track, lyrics based on the poem titled “Dead End No Exit,” by Tyler D. Knight (a.k.a. Gerald Ruskinov).  
- **Executive Producers**: Rob Nelson  
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: Produced using TopMediAI and AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: Mixed from MP3/WAV with NCH Software (trims, fades, conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: Processed with LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: Created with Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay (Creative Commons)  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: Cyanite AI

**Our Creative Blueprint**  
“CHOICES” is our internal code for the DNA of each track: genre, vocal tone, tempo, instrumentation, and emotional arc. Every detail is human-directed—AI simply helps us realize it.

**Rights & Licensing**  
We retain full commercial and non-commercial rights under our membership with [TopMediAI’s Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). Lyrics, production, and arrangement are fully original works by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
Artists and producers are welcome to adapt or re-record our work—please credit us in any public releases. For licensing, collaborations, or sync opportunities, reach out directly:

Bring Your Own Alien Garden  
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**Final Words**  
Each song we share is made with intention, imagination, and care. Thank you for listening—your support brings these stories to life.

When Our Soul Speaks [WOSP2]

🎵 Wanna a better life for their children - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent) 🌸✨
 
The Right Rev. Mariann Budde (Episcopal Bishop of Washington) preached to the President of the United States. 

This song is loosely about her message and how it was received. This is a reflection of recent political events and the bravery shown by the bishop.

Some refer to her as a modern-day hero. At the very least it’s made us stop and think.

Which side of the political divide are you on ?💬 Have you ever been in a moment where words failed? 

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Wanna a better life for their children

Szept wiatru

Sometimes grief can be so overwhelming, this tragedy of wanting to turn back time, especially to the lost of a great love. This is a sad song about wanting the impossible to happen. 

Oxygen

I looked down at my sister her face was yellow
She had been lying on the porch for the first part of spring
I was to pour milk over her eyes put mushrooms into her ears
And sprinkle pine dust over her body

Mother and I picked up her body which was lying on a door
So it would not fall apart
Father turned on Mozart and sunshine floated backwards toward
The chickens who danced very slowly in perfect rhythm

The phone rang and Magpies descended down upon the house
We love you we love you come back
You are alive
Wake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake

I gave a half nod and picked up my sister who started to fall apart in my arms
Shit it's not working but it was too late
Pink lambs leaped across the field into the yard
Surrounding the shit of a mess that was my sister

Give Her Back I screamed
But to no avail as I gasped my last breath
Of Oxygen

Oxygen

An original pop song with influences of folk, rock and world music about the importance of staying rooted in our being during challenges times. In a world moving fast I feel the call to continue the nature of traditional songwriting from the heart.

Stay Rooted In Being

"Bêêêê" Only french/Original version

Mirror of Lies

Open Road

Song writter/ Director AI-rtistic

🇫🇷 
Ici, mes morceaux sont un catalogue, une vitrine d’idées et d’interprétations possibles. Mon souhait le plus cher est que de vrais chanteurs, danseurs ou performeurs s’en emparent.
Mes musiques sont libres d’usage à condition de me prévenir et de partager avec moi vos créations. J’ai hâte de voir comment elles peuvent vivre à travers vous.
👉 Pour les professionnels : je peux aussi écrire des chansons sur mesure pour vos artistes — mais cette fois, ce n’est pas gratuit.

🇬🇧 
This SoundCloud is a catalogue, a showcase of ideas and possible interpretations. My deepest wish is for real singers, dancers, and performers to bring these pieces to life.
My music is free to use as long as you let me know and share your creations with me. I can’t wait to see how it will live through you.
👉 For professionals: I also write custom songs for your artists — but in that case, it’s not free.


"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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