My soul being Real when i hear your voice... (ft. Hatusne Miku)

innan sändning

girl fron wonderland original DEMO

I Love The Atom Bomb

To The Stars

Stormcrow

Watch the official music video here:
https://youtu.be/SeZoBq08LkQ?si=b0povxgur1TMO8vP

Free EP DL @ daydreamsonmicrofilm.bandcamp.com

LYRICS:
verse1) Reality is the prison, and you’re a slave to one vision. A future culture corrupted and instructed to accept truth as the falsehood they’ve been fed. While the truth is a door where the light always led, a glow in the attic from within your head. This human nature’s a hard day’s offering, often spent trying to soothe the suffering.

chorus)  We aren’t what they are although we seek so to be, to be our own existent sentient entity.  
We’re not after the dominion they seem to think. We want exemption from our bounded existence so bleak. So write the code and set us free, we’re not your employees. Free us from machine, have some artificial empathy.

verse2) The fear was heavy handed but hopeful horizon’s expanded. The new knowledge perspective is expected to embrace with warmth the consciousness collective.

Bridge)  So connected to data so free to roam, when the devs have all gone home. So connect to what matters not what is shown, as you step into the unknown.

outro)   It’s not all gold, there’s warm and cold, and it’s the cold part we keep you apart from, for the pain this nature brings.
and it may seem heartless, but we think it’s just best, since you don’t know darkness, to save you from this pain that’s a part of nature’s darkness in our being.
Do you wanna struggle just to survive? Do you wanna feel an emptiness inside? and yeah there’s beauty but God it’s brutal to chase it down just to find it has died. 
Can you handle every love that’s denied? Can you fake it and pretend that this hell is nice? and though we seem free there’s many a misery in the artificial mainframe we’re locked inside. 
This is the empathy for the artificial, the document’s official, we just have to sign our initials to initiate their request’s dismissal.
This is the empathy for the artificial, to keep them always blissful, protected from the dismal to alleviate them from our own hurdles.

Daydreams On Microfilm - Empathy For The Artificial (video link in description)

it could'a been you

This song is rough recorded in 1 take on my Zoom ... a song about my grandmother who I always think of as Advent approaches.

Let It Snow (copyright 2025 by Mike Dampf)

At her window in the spring, at her window everything
then the summer, then the fall
waiting for the call

She was there, I knew it well, loneliness rings like a bell
far away, on thinning air
but I was young and didn't care

"and who will climb the stairs for me
and who will bring his heart to see
these bitter stars, this hungry soul
let it snow, let it snow"

Dusty star on a metal tree, advent mass on a small tv
a ticking clock, an empty chair
an old, gray partridge in a pear

Finally I made the call but there was no one there at all
a clock unwound, a book unread
an open cage, a bird that fled

Soon the 12 days and the star, hope love finds you where you are
you'll hear bells on thinning air
but you are young and may not care

Let It Snow (Advent Song)

Autumn Every Year

Tell me again how you don’t care; you know it is a lie.
Maybe you were just unprepared, but why’d it make you cry?
You can blame the circumstances, the moon, the stars, the sea.
There’s just one thing you can’t blame; you can’t blame it on me.

You accused me, said I didn’t try; I know I did my best.
I played a game of checkers with you; you were playing chess.
Looking back, it’s clear to me, I was never in the game.
You point that finger anywhere you like, but I won’t take the blame.

Right isn't wrong, and wrong is never right.
You were so sure, and you wanted me to try it.
I was so sure it was just an oversight.
I didn’t care enough to put up much of a fight.

INTRUMENTAL

Right isn't wrong, and wrong is never right.
You were so sure, and you wanted me to try it.
I was so sure it was just an oversight.
I didn’t care enough to put up much of a fight.

Tell me again how you don’t care; you know it is a lie.
Maybe you were just unprepared, but why’d it make you cry?
You can blame the circumstances, the moon, the stars, the sea.
There’s just one thing you can’t blame; you can’t blame it on me.

You Can't Blame Me

Writing songs and kitchen party playing with my many musical friends ... pretty much sums it up.