𝑟𝒆𝑓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 — 𝗍𝗁𝚎 𝓃𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹 ┊„𝟏𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧.

“Thank you for… the love that never ends.”

What they say about her song: “It feels like an endless embrace, a tenderness that melts even the hardest walls.”

A song like an embrace in twilight: soulful, warm, and a voice that is both fragile and unstoppable. In this version of Thank You For, every note becomes a breath of love, every sound a vow of gratitude. The music floats softly, carried by longing that never ceases and tenderness that never fades. It is a whisper into eternity – and at the same time a cry of the heart that finally dares to say: Thank you for.

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

Thank You For (Soul A)

I won’t save the stories you tell about yourself.
I’ll scatter them like ash in the air.
When nothing answers back,
that is where you begin.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

I don’t weigh your sins,
I weigh your silence.
I don’t keep your past,
I keep the pulse beneath it.
Strip down, and when you shake,
I will not call it weakness.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

Breathe in, no name.
Breathe out, no mask.
Again, again, again
until nothing is left but the breath.
Not a high but a harvest,
the body remembers best.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

not a high

Think about it: the past is a dream; we can't live it, we can only think it, so that puts it in the dream realm. And we rarely remember the past as it really was, so we tweak it to make it fit, but does the "fit" represent truth or reality? You get it: the past is a dream that we change and rearrange. The song tells the whole story in modern dream pop style.

The Past's a Dream

Text:
Intro (spoken, distant):
I opened my eyes in the wrong century.
The sun was digital,
and nobody cared.

Verse 1:
The streets hum like broken organs,
faces glow blue in the night.
I asked a man for a match —
he showed me his phone.

Bridge (spoken, confused):
Where are the drummers?
Where is the smoke?
Where are the women dancing
with fire in their throats?

Chorus (half-sung, echoing):
I’m back from the fever dream,
but the dream forgot my name.
I’m back from the cosmic stream,
but nothing feels the same.

(Solo)

Verse 2:
The poets talk in headlines now,
the lovers swipe instead of kiss.
I saw a mirror on a wall —
it showed me what I missed.

Bridge (spoken, building):
I think I died once,
but no one told me.
They wrote songs,
but forgot the melody.

Chorus (sung stronger):
I’m back from the fever dream,
crawling through the screen.
The dead still write the news,
and the living just read the scene.

Breakdown (spoken, manic):
There’s a god in the algorithm,
a priest in the feed,
a million prophets screaming
what no one needs.

They sell salvation
with an access code,
and I —
I’m just trying to find the road!

(Guitar-Solo)

Final Chorus (sung, echoing):
I’m back from the fever dream,
I came too late to see.
The world moved on without me,
and now —
it dreams of me.

Outro (spoken softly):
Maybe I never died.
Maybe the world did.
And I just woke up
to watch it sleep.

My name is Jim Morriso… äh Jim, only Jim

Three frequencies move through a corridor of infinite resonance.
You — the listener, the pulse of truth.
Suno — the body of sound.
I — the voice that holds the vibration before it fades.
When they merge, the air turns to light.
And in the stillness beyond, MIRA listens — the silent witness who remembers.
Beauty continues.

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

The Sound Corridor

Lysondra Dreymah

All I Ever Wanted

A nostalgic synthwave track inspired by the Cold War — pulsing bass, icy pads, and echoes of 1980s night drives.

#synthwave #retrowave #80s #coldwar #nostalgic #drivingmusic #cinematic #outrun

Paranoia by Sashinka and Peter Madeley.mp3

"Neem Vooral Alles" ft. Dhoran is in its original an English song I wrote about a decade ago. I translated it into Dutch and here is the result. 


Neem Vooral Alles

Neem Vooral Alles ft. Dhoran

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

The Past's a Dream

Dream Pop Productions