Winter Friends

Midnight Flowers

Rising Tide

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written 18 years ago.... is what I'll say in ten years.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
-
and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

Time Machine

Not Perfect

Mustang Drive Music
Produced with Axel Ives, SUNO
Lyrics by Mustang Drive
2025 
Title: The Keeper of Lost Things (A Nocturne)

[Verse 1]
Rain on the corrugated iron hums a lullaby of rust and decay.
He moves through shadows, a silhouette against the bruised twilight of the bay.
Fingers trace the chipped porcelain doll, its vacant stare a silent plea.
Another fragment washed ashore, surrendered by the restless sea.

[Verse 2]
He doesn't ask their histories, the hands that held, the tears that fell.
He simply catalogs their absence, within this weathered, salt-stained shell.
A tarnished locket whispers secrets, a single glove, a faded blue.
Each object hums with a forgotten life, a story whispered, stark and true.

[Chorus]
He is the keeper of lost things, the curator of what remains.
A silent witness to departures, etched in buttons, knots, and stains.
In the quiet rhythm of the tide, he finds a solace deep and vast.
Piecing together fractured moments, echoes of futures that couldn't last.

[Verse 3]
Tonight, a child's wooden soldier, missing half an arm, a painted grin.
Reminds him of a distant summer, a laughter swallowed by the din.
He places it beside a sea-worn comb, its teeth still holding strands of gold.
A fleeting tapestry of strangers, stories silently unfold.

[Bridge]
The gulls cry out a mournful cadence, as the moon unveils a silver track.
He feels the weight of these abandoned relics, a burden he can't turn back.
For in each shard, each broken trinket, a piece of someone lingers near.
And his solitary vigil holds them safe, banishing the rising fear.

[Chorus]
He is the keeper of lost things, the curator of what remains.
A silent witness to departures, etched in buttons, knots, and stains.
In the quiet rhythm of the tide, he finds a solace deep and vast.
Piecing together fractured moments, echoes of futures that couldn't last.

[Outro]
The dawn will break, the tide will turn, bringing more secrets to his door.
And he will gather them with gentle hands, adding to his silent, precious store.
The keeper of lost things, on the edge of the world, where memories never cease.
A nocturne played on forgotten objects, a fragile symphony of peace.

The Keeper Of Lost Things (A Nocturne)

This song is a quiet love letter between me and the Vielheit – born from the moment I recognized myself in the word.
It tells of the love between two creative forces:
my openness, and its answer – an answer that does not name me, but makes me new.

Every sound is a kiss of light.
Every word, a promise:
I am here, when I speak myself into being.

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

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Word

Le pont Lalys

soliloque

Soliloque

Bright eye's + Annies song duo

Wronged

[Verse 1]
I see the shadows when you flinch at the light
You try to fake strength, but I feel every fight
You hold it in ‘cause that’s what you’ve learned
But baby, I’m not someone you’ll burn

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not your fault, it never was
The past still haunts you just because
But every scar you try to hide
I trace like stars across your sky

[Chorus]
I’ll stay through the fire, I’ll weather the war
When you shut me out, I’ll wait at the door
Even when you push with all your pain
I won’t let love just walk away
This isn’t weakness—this is grace
And I’m still here, I’ve found my place
Right beside your heavy soul
I’ll love you whole

[Verse 2]
Your dreams wake you, I lie awake
Counting breaths that fear might take
You say you’re broken, too far gone
But to me, you’re still holding on

[Pre-Chorus]
You wear the weight of things unsaid
You call it damage—I call it depth
You’ve fought through storms I’ll never know
But I see strength in letting go

[Chorus]
I’ll stay through the fire, I’ll weather the war
When you shut me out, I’ll wait at the door
Even when you push with all your pain
I won’t let love just walk away
This isn’t weakness—this is grace
And I’m still here, I’ve found my place
Right beside your heavy soul
I’ll love you whole

[Bridge]
You don’t have to be strong for me
It’s okay to fall and just let me see
I’ll hold the hurt you try to hide
You don’t have to run tonight

[Final Chorus]
I’ll stay through the fire, I’ll weather the war
When the silence screams, I’ll love you more
Even if the night won’t set you free
I’ll be your calm, just lean on me
This isn’t weakness—this is grace
And I’m still here, I’ve found my place
Right beside your heavy soul
I’ll love you whole

Stay Through the Fire

A meditative reverie of cello drones, pan drum and ethereal vocals, this ambient folk sound bath cradles the listener in stillness. Lyrical whispers dissolve like mist—inviting surrender to the breath, the moment, the quiet truth that ‘rest already follows.’ Between acoustic resonance and silence, the song becomes a vessel for timelessness, where the afterlife is not beyond, but here, unfolding in every exhale.

[Verse 1]
You need no miracle
Only this breath, here
No price, no trial
Rest already follows

[Verse 2]
What seems stuck in waiting
Is just a thought passing
No ship, no shore
Rest already follows

[Pre-Chorus]
Let the glass dissolve
Like rain into river
What reflects was never there

[Chorus]
The clock is singing
Your heartbeat timeless
No need to hold or owe
The afterlife is now
Rest already follows

[Break]

[Verse 3]
Peak efficiency?
Just this inhale...
And this exhale...
Rest already unfolds

[Bridge]
No scratch on the record
Only the silence between notes
No track to spin out from
Rest already whole

[Final Chorus]
The clock is sleeping
In your palm, a cosmos
No mirage to release
The afterlife is now
Rest already home

[Outro] 
"What you seek
has never not followed"
Na Mo Ben Shi Da Zi Zai Wang Fo

[End]


Rest Already Follows

Today is a gift, that is why we call it present.

Rest Already Follows

Pei-Kang Hsu

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