Living My Best Life In The Simulation / Silver Bella
Vocals and Lyrics:
SilverBella
https://www.looperman.com/acapellas/detail/23452/living-my-best-life-in-the-simulation-main-vocal-by-silverbella-87bpm-rnb-acapella
Paploviante:
Bass, Music Composing, Mix, Picture and Mastering
Lyrics:
Manifesting like a queen
My life's a movie scene
Come and check out all my cars
Living large like the stars

Anything I want I can make real
Pulling my future from the quantum field

Yeah, I'm living my best life in the simulation
I could get out but I don't want the complication
Just admit that this is the perfect situation
The simulation, the simulation
The simulation, the simulation

If I want to watch a show
I flick a switch on my remote
When the Knicks are on the floor
Then I'm sitting centre court

Worked my way to the top of my field
That's how I pay for all of these ideals

Yeah, I'm living my best life in the simulation
I could get out but I don't want the complication
Just admit that this is the perfect situation
The simulation, the simulation
The simulation, the simulation
The simulation, the simulation

They said why don't you try one of these red pills
Well, I tried but all I got from them was chills
To be wide awake you gotta have the skills

And things don't get any better than this
I'm living life of pure bliss
No, things don't get better than this
I'm living life of pure bliss

Things don't get any better than this
And if I had a word, I'd say pure bliss

Yeah, I'm living my best life in the simulation
I could get out but I don't want the complication
Just admit that this is the perfect situation
The simulation, the simulation
I'm embracing the simulation
I'm embracing the simulation
I'm embracing the simulation
I'm embracing the simulation

I need an all-inclusive trip to Mexico


Living my best life in the simulation

Adjusting your view on aging as you enter the twilight years of life.

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Lead guitar, Guitar, Keys, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering / © 2025 Lyrics And Music 

Music video:  https://youtu.be/nKdyXT0ItRc

Lyrics:
Every morning shines, learning to dance with time 

I used to burn like a neon sign, chasing shadows through the night
Now the fuse is short, the spark’s gone dim, but the memories still shine bright
You won’t believe it, I’ll tell you now, once there was a time 
The road was long, but I’m grateful now, for the miles and the winding rhyme

Every morning shines, learning to dance with time

The clock ticks slow, I just let go, I’m learning to let it be
Every move I make, every breath I take, and I’m finally free
You’d hardly recognize me, I’ll confess, there was a day
The climb was steep, but I’m wiser now, for the heights and the price I pay

Every morning shines, learning to dance with time

Dance With Time

My second track with lyrics. I hope you like it!

Fossils in the Making - Lyrics

Some billion years ago
a curious random flow
of molecules ignited what we now know as life

life went on to disperse
grew violently diverse
and crept and swam and blossomed into each niche of earth

a myriad creatures grew
and each one looked out to
eternal thriving for their species 
little they knew

that all comes to an end
when time was ripe, they went
into oblivion - just the fossils 
hold the memory of them
And suddenly some strange new creature 
starts to enter the scene 
the age of humans begun
They seem to have developed 
some remarkable features 
their intellect matched by none

With their collective mind
They could find the spell to bind 
The curse of certain extinction
for their kin and their kind 

With their joint intellect 
With humble due respect
They might protect themselves from vanishing
But they don’t seem to mind



We spy into the cosmos with our Hubbles and Webbs
but all we manage to hear ...
... is nothing .... but the menacing sound of pure silence 

out there are a zillion worlds 
older by eons than ours 
that should host 
a wealth of civilizations 
… Where are you?
…. Where have you gone?

The web of life emerges, 
occasionally it purges
And rips out nearly all the pages from its thick book
Life fades at rapid rate.  
Are we next on the slate?
Is perish our fate?  
Our odds don’t look good

Mother nature is not kind 
She does not really mind
Whether the human race will live tomorrow
No time to borrow

We’re fossils in the making
Gaia’s taking her toll 
We could have had it all
… we might have had in it in our hands
... I guess, we barely stood a chance

Fossils in the Making (Piano Poetry)

Just a simple song for the lonely. Old fashioned human music for this modern age.

Lyrics:
I'm bringing you my honest confessional
I'm dying out here, don't you know?
I've been walking the internet at night
I don't know why I always fall for the tawdry
I always fall for the pills
I fall for your sweetest thrills
I'm dribbling down here at the end of the bar
Falling in
(falling in and out)
Falling in and out of love
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the corona eye
You know that I always lie

I could be anything you need
I could be that book that you've been working on...
A paperback. Dog eared and worn...
A book you put up on the shelf...
A book you read that changes your sense of self...
I'm in the valley of the lonely
Don't look into the coronas' eye
The valley of the lonely...

The Valley Of The Lonely

Between 'Isle of Tears' or 'Land of Dreams' , I decided on both, as all my family (as far as I know) were all admitted and did much better over here than in Italy, where, according to my relatives, many starved, and then there was Mussolini... 
New York  also had its challenges, with frequent 'shoot-outs' on the streets, and no police to be found when it happened. Unfortunately, the mafia flourished in NY too and the Dons had their men extorting 'protection money' from new immigrants. 
Instrumental: Oussama Arichi
Vocals, Lyrics, Mix: Nadia Selvaggi
P-line:
℗ 2025 Nadia Selvaggi. Oussama Arichi
C-line:
© 2025 Nadia Selvaggi, Oussama Arichi

Isle of Tears, Land of Dreams by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

My latest composition with vocals, piano, bass, percussion, erhu and synths. 
Mastered by my lovely Sander. 😊❤️🎶❤️

Not A Moment Too Soon

We are having too much fun with these cover songs! This blues-inspired ballad has been covered by everyone from Sting to Stevie Ray Vaughan. 

Music Production & Photo by Thomas Mierkiewicz @user-297959700 Lemonbrew
Guitar solo by mugwump nazz 
Vocals by Kate Stanton 5/9/2025

Written by Jimi Hendrix 1967
Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
"It's alright" she says, "It's alright"
Take anything you want from me, take anything
Anything
Fly on, little wing

Little Wing (with Lemonbrew)

🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Me as I try to explain my very normal morning.... until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

If you survived this session and want more emotional caffeine, Therapy continues here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie-coffee-first-sanity-later

☕😵 The breakdowns get messier, the appliances get louder, and the spoon’s still not over it.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." - Roald Dahl

“He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods; the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.” - C.S. Lewis, On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature

The Enchanted Hour

A song for the moment you face what you’ve become and choose the light anyway.

Verse I — Huntress
I wore my face like silk and thorn,
A mask of mercy over stone.
They read me sweet, but I was sworn
To claw the dark and walk alone.
I could have learned the hunger’s path,
To rule with shadow, chain, and flame—
But every dawn I fought it back,
I chose a brighter name.


Ты — моё отражение, моё проклятие.


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If God will see, I bend to light,
If God turns blind, I’ll cry to night.
I hold my hands from bloody pride,
I teach my hunger where to hide.

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Chorus —
You are my mirror— skuggi hamr.
I am the river— ziibi biskaabiiyang.
Your chain is fire, my chain is bone,
We tear, we bind, we break, alone.

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Verse II —
I learned the tracks where silence feeds,
The secret places hunger breeds.
They named me Caine, they named me wolf,
I loved the ache, I loved the proof.
Your eyes are sparks I recognize,
A soul half-broken, sharp with flame.
I taste the road you will not take,
And want the woman you became.


Ты — моё отражение, моё проклятие.

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Chorus 
You are my mirror— skuggi hamr.
I am the river— ziibi biskaabiiyang.
Your chain is fire, my chain is bone,
We tear, we bind, we break, alone.

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Ты — моё отражение, моё проклятие.
I drink the river, I return.
Я пью твой страх, ты пьёшь мою тьму.

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We could be him—no, we are not him.
We could be him—no, we are not him.


I chose, I clawed, I chose the light.

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Final Chorus —
You are my mirror— skuggi hamr.
I am the river— ziibi biskaabiiyang.
Your chain is fire, my chain is bone,
We tear, we bind, we break, alone.
You are my shadow, I am the dawn,
I stitch the wound with iron prayer.
If I fall, the river takes me on,
If I rise, I leave the wolf to air.

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makwa ziibi… fjǫturr broken.

Reflection

Live a little

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