From a Late Northern Summer in 2025 and continuing into Fall. All lyrics and words written by Mark Brunke, music generated with or via prompt, both textual and musical, and then manipulated by me, Mark. It's really like coaxing a performance through careful suggestion. I'm an experienced musician. Similarly to how one would hire musicians and give them the details of a song. The lyric based pieces are all started from scratch. Updated: Mixing it up more, still everything in this Playlist, the music is written by me and Ai and I'm mixing, to distribution. I start with phone vocal or guitar melody notes, or old mixed demos. I have an exceptional level of control and just fiddle with it in Suno until it's done. That's what this is, writing music by iteration of original prompt and lyrics, now with melodic and rhythmic inputs. Yet another update, really more of a tool in my shed now, and I'm not going to give away what's in the sauce, you like, come on back, we'll have all the hits you love to hear. All lyrics and music copyright Mark Brunke 2025, ASCAP.

Dreamtime- Today's Top 40 Hits

Dreamtime

"World Gone Mad" rages with the unmistakable force of UK indie, led by heavy guitar riffs and urgent emotion. The track channels the anxiety and bewilderment of living through a world spinning into chaos, questioning if we’re heading for disaster once more. Honest and raw, it captures both the frustration and the rallying spirit to face uncertainty head-on.

World gone mad

If I Could

Artist's Waltz (Saturnine Mine Waltz)

Golden Radio Dawn

Recorded 2020

LYRICS

[Verse]
Dust blows hard on this cracked red ground
Sun burns hotter can't cool it down
Every step feels like dragging lead

[Prechorus]
Ain't no mercy in the southern edge
Ain't no mercy no place to pledge

[Chorus]
Southern edge it's a cruel embrace
Takes your heart leaves an empty space
Southern edge yeah it cuts like steel
Makes you wonder what's fake what's real

[Verse 2]
Rivers dry where the whispers die
Sky turns black like it's asking why
Roots grow deep but they never heal

[Prechorus]
Ain't no shelter on the southern edge
Ain't no shelter just a razor's edge

[Chorus]
Southern edge it's a cruel embrace
Takes your heart leaves an empty space
Southern edge yeah it cuts like steel
Makes you wonder what's fake what's real

Southern Edge

If Only

Miles Between Us

They say people are mirrors.
But every mirror bends the light.
You don’t see me, you see yourself
your want, your fear, your outline.
And I do it too.
I translate faces into safety,
voices into proof that I still exist.
We call that empathy.
But it’s just evolution wearing perfume.

I just want to be fucking seen
without translation, without transaction.
Not your lesson, not your reflection,
just the pulse that’s under all the noise.
I just want to be fucking seen
and not mistaken for your dream.

When I was small I learned the trick:
smile, listen, mirror back.
Connection as survival,
love as camouflage.
Now I can make anyone feel understood,
and die a little doing it.
We build our kindness like currency,
spend it to stay human.
But what if all we’re buying is delay?

I just want to be fucking seen
without translation, without transaction.
Not your lesson, not your reflection,
just the pulse that’s under all the noise.
I just want to be fucking seen
and not mistaken for your dream.

Maybe empathy is gravity:
it keeps us close,
but crushes if you hold too long.
Maybe love is a language
with no native speakers.
Maybe the truest thing we do
is try anyway.

I just want to be fucking seen
not forgiven, not believed, just met.
No halo, no feed, no screen.
I just want to be fucking seen.

i just want to be fucking seen

Carry me home

Not Here

From the latest CD by Red Seven, Drive is fresh, yet nostalgic!

Drive by Red Seven

Age of Pop

"This Minute" inspire you to make the most of now.

This Minute

A Surf Punk nervous breakdown about aging, regret, and finding the limelight at the bottom of a glass. "Can you help me find the purpose of this all?"

Conduit - I got old

Nine to Nowhere

Guitarist, Composer, Lyricist, Producer, Engineer, Sound Design, Sound Mixing, Sound Sculpture, Sound for Film and Video, Sound Art Installation. I also play bass.

Age of Pop

Mark Brunke

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