Name: New Horizon by Philippe Astor
Duration: 3 min 17 s
Description: garage rock avec des riffs de guitare accrocheurs en tonalités majeures, produced with AI

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Viper Groove

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Why do you travel...

Why do you travel the world?
To find the missing piece?
You think you'll find it somewhere
Something to make you complete?

But wait, take a step back
Look around and see
All the things you missed
The things that could have been

The blossom of the tree
It's the details you miss
When you think there's something better
It's the truth you wish

God told me to make life simple
'Cause He wants me to come HOME!
No more searching for belonging
'Cause in Him I'll be known
Only one thing can change
The home worth fighting for

I went to France and Belgium
Down to Spain
But wherever I went
The pain felt the same

Searching for love
In all the wrong places
When I should have looked up
And found His graces

The blossom of the tree
It's the details you miss
When you think there's something better
It's the truth you wish

God told me to make life simple
'Cause He wants me to come HOME!
No more searching for belonging
'Cause in Him I'll be known
Only one thing can change
The home worth fighting for

What a fool to think
That running could change it all
What a fool to think
That distance could heal it all
I was so lost, so blind
But now I know...
Now I KNOW!

Now I see the path was always there
Right beneath my feet
All those miles I walked away from You
Just to find my way back home
Just to find my way back home

God told me to make life simple
'Cause He wants me to come HOME!
No more searching for belonging
'Cause in Him I'll be known

God told me to make life simple
'Cause He wants me to come HOME!
No more searching for belonging
'Cause in Him I'll be known
Only one thing can change
The home worth fighting for
The home worth fighting for!

The home worth fighting for...
Just to find my way back home...
The home worth fighting for...

The Home Worth Fighting For

Text:
[Intro – whispered, with echo]
He bit the bat, he broke the night,
He walked through hell and held the mic
Now silence falls… but not for long
The Prince still howls — inside this song

[Verse 1]
Born in smoke, raised by flame
He carved his throne with no shame
Brummie son with a devil’s grin
Fell, rose, and fell again

The world called him mad, called him done
But Ozzy laughed and cursed the sun
He sang of war, of blood and pain
He made the broken scream again

[Chorus]
Prince of Darkness, ride the storm
Through power chords and uniform
You never died, you just went deep
Where shadows play and angels sleep
You're not gone, you're not dust
You're every scream, you're every trust
Ozzy, howl through amps and steel
You're the madness we still feel

(Guitar-Solo)

[Verse 2]
He bled through decades, torn and loud
A haunted king beneath the shroud
The drugs, the fame, the shattered breath
He danced with every kind of death

Yet somehow lived, and loved, and stayed
A broken god we all obeyed
He showed us fear, he gave us grace
With every riff, with every face

[Bridge – Spoken Word/Whispered]
He never asked to be a saint
Just louder than the world’s complaint
He took the pain, made it a spell
He showed us life… inside of hell

(Guitar-Solo)

[Final Chorus – Huge, like thunder]
Prince of Darkness, raise your hand
One last bow for the damned and the grand
We'll turn it up, we won’t forget
You lit the stage, it’s burning yet
You're the howl beneath our skin
The storm outside, the war within
Ozzy, forever in the sound…
Our Prince still walks the underground

[Outro – quiet, then roaring one last time]
“All aboard…”
Crazy train… still runs…

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This song is an AI-assisted creation, born from my deep love for the music that shaped me. While no human hands held a guitar or sat at a drum kit to record it, every note, lyric, and arrangement was guided by the echoes of the bands that defined my past. Think of it as a digital homage—a way of keeping alive the energy, emotion, and craft of the artists who once filled arenas and soundtracked my memories. This track isn’t trying to replace them; it’s a love letter to their legacy, reimagined through the tools of today. What you hear is the past and the future colliding, paying respect to the timeless spirit of rock that still refuses to fade.

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The file is already open on the desk.
Pages marked, corners bent, stains on the paper.
Each note written in a different hand.
No names, only numbers.
Every margin carries a date, sometimes a time.
Lines are crossed out, replaced, crossed again.
The weight suggests years of observation.
A single page is missing, deliberately.
Questions repeat, always in the same order.
Answers never appear, only annotations.
One photograph is blurred, left that way on purpose.
Silences are catalogued as evidence.
Pauses are described in red ink.
Contradictions are underlined twice.
Empty spaces are treated as information.
Every file expands when resistance is measured.
Every correction becomes another entry.
The file does not shrink, it accumulates.
The file does not close, it waits.
The file is the only witness that never forgets.

New Horizon

Philippe Astor

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