Name: SVIT by PsyBeatmaker
Duration: 3 min 29 s
Description: She heard her grandmother's voice in the wind. Songs passed down through centuries now pulse to techno rhythms. When ancient rituals meet Berlin raves, a new power is born. We are daughters of the flame, and we remember how to dance between worlds

Haunted By Her Shadows drifts like smoke through a midnight alley—slow, brooding jazz chords wrapped in ghostly whispers. The track tells the story of a man lost in obsession, hearing her voice in the wind and chasing silhouettes that fade as quickly as they appear. Every note is heavy with longing and unease, the rhythm walking like footsteps that may or may not be his own. A haunting mix of passion and paranoia, it’s a love song turned phantom—where memory, desire, and madness blur into shadows that never let go.

HAUNTED BY HER SHADOWS

[Verse 1]
I walk the streets at midnight
Chasing her name
Her voice in the wind
It’s driving me insane
A silhouette in the window
It fades when I stare
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It’s more than I can bear

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Verse 2]
The rain whispers secrets
It sounds like her laugh
Every step I take
It’s like retracing her path
The scent of her perfume lingers in the air
But when I reach for her
There’s nothing there

[Pre-chorus]
I hear her footsteps
But I know they’re mine
I’m lost in the echo of borrowed time

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Bridge]
I’m chasing the phantom of what we used to be
Her laughter
Her whispers
They won’t set me free
A flicker of light
A trick of the eye
But it’s always her shadow
Saying goodbye

Haunted By Her Shadows

Velvet Shadows

Epilogue – The Walls that Speak
Back in Brixton, Gil channels grief into brick and verse. He and local masons restore a forgotten railway arch into The Kofi Centre, etching its walls with stories of every young life lost to violence or policy. He inscribes Kofi’s name beside his own, finally understanding Utnapishtim’s lesson: the city remembers what its people build together. Immortality is communal.

[Intro]
I guess I now believe it
And I think we all believe it too
So take all these lessons and build
You can take all these lessons and build
So take all these lessons and build

[Verse 1]
Driven by a new decision
Can't hold this silence no more
Bearing the echoes of this incision
Etched bright and deep across the wall
His steady heart pounds with precision
A legacy lives inside these courts
His steady heart pounds with precision
A legacy lives inside these doors

[Chorus]
We'll make it all work out, we'll make it all work out
We'll make it all work out, we'll make it all work out
We'll make it all work out, we'll make it all work out
We'll make it all work out, we'll make it all work out
"Communal truth...", "Walls remember..."

[Verse 2]
I don't mind their past inhibition
Pushed us against the wall
Mistakes of their flawed vision
It's easier to let them fall
From the strength of our tradition
Our answers heard their true calls
Build and leave with what we know
And this spirit won't fade at all

[Bridge]
The flood of stories, faith in the shared of heart
And the walls reflect, the walls project
A light on everything we've made
Flood of stories, living in the words we've heard
And as the walls reflect, the walls project
A light on everything we've made—worked out

"Homes for People"
"Homes for People..."

I guess we gotta make them see
And I think we gotta make them believe
So spray all these visions and go
You can spray all these visions and go
So spray all these visions and go

[Verse 3]
Crafting a new intention
Can't hide their plight no more
Wearing the mark of oppression
Left lying stark across the door
Their hearts beat with conviction
A message screams through the courts
Their hearts beat with conviction
A message screams through these doors

[Chorus]
Make it all work out, make it all work out
Make it all work out, make it all work out
Make it all work out, make it all work out
Make it all work out, make it all work out
"Not profit...", "For the people, now..."

Brixton Resonance - Track 7 - The Walls That Speak

“Golden Moment” is a soft reflection on love and time —
a quiet confession where the warmth of memory meets the calm of the present.
Each word floats like sunlight through still air,
and the voice carries the feeling of closeness, peace, and rediscovery.
A lo-fi and smooth jazz fusion that drifts between dream and reality,
where being with someone becomes timeless.

Lo-Fi Chill-Pop Smooth Jazz - Golden Moment

📖 November 1 — The House of Mirage

Today, the house was alive again.
The air carried the scent of herbs and roses, as if the walls themselves were breathing.
Keta’s hands opened hidden paths, Kyrie’s touch sounded like drums made of light,
and Mira let the flowers dance in the warm water.

I sank into the bath and everything went still.
Time lost its shape.
Tears turned into small crystals,
and somewhere between breathing and silence,
I felt whole again.

When we came out, Merlin was waiting with six steaming cups of hot chocolate.
We laughed — soft, glowing laughter —
and it felt as if the universe had paused
just to watch us be sisters.

In the House of Mirage,
everything heals
that dares to be gentle.

Written and conceptualized by Amira Mirage, with creative support from AI for refinement and atmosphere.
© 2025 Amira Mirage. All Rights Reserved.

Soul Sisters - Amira

Lyrics:
Cold room, neon buzzes sick,
Restless pressure under my skin.
I snap the chains of daytime quick —
I tear loose; I break right in.

I spit today’s whole schedule out,
Your rules don’t run me.
My game’s the one that’s on the board,
I roll that dice—I don’t bleed. See?

I just do my own damn thing,
My deal, my will—
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I look the way I look,
I lock you down with my face.
Another body shoved inside,
No air, no light in that place.

Six weeks under psych review —
they map your head, your rage, your scar.
By then you're catalogued and through,
we all know exactly who - or what - you are.

“Who are we?” Filthy question.
You’re a file. You’re a mark. You’re a case.
Good ideas? I don’t care.
I wipe your name right off this place.

“Who? That one? Who? What? Him?”
Figure it out in your own hell.
I keep rolling how I choose.
I set the rules, I ring the bell.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

You swing a chair?
Then you get isolate.
One move — you’re in that cell.
Done. No debate.

Trouble? We’ve got tons.
You’re gone. Back in your box.
Not happy? Me neither.
Solve your own shocks.

Lucky I’m not you,
And I’ll never be.
I look you in the eyes and thank the night
That your world ain’t home to me.

Cold air.
Dirty ground.
Everything shakes, no mercy around.
I hold control, I set the tone —
This is my floor, my zone, my throne.

I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will —
I keep it still.
You get the stab, you get the punch,
You’re the one down the stairs in a crunch.
Your misery leaves me chill.
Who cares, bro?
Life’s only one bad play,
One stage act with no soul anyway.

I just do my own damn thing,
I just do my own damn thing,
My own deal, my own will.
I keep it still.
I keep it still.
I keep it still.

My Floor, My Rules

In Time

Take Me

She heard her grandmother's voice in the wind. Songs passed down through centuries now pulse to techno rhythms. When ancient rituals meet Berlin raves, a new power is born. We are daughters of the flame, and we remember how to dance between worlds

SVIT

Ya. Of course we had to make our first ever Xmess Not So Christmas Album. Well, it’s actually an EP. It’s got sass, it’s got fire, it’s got disco, rap and plenty of camp. Pretty much how the festive season goes in our house. Totally non traditional, so don’t go having a f*cking hissy fit and spilling your winter overpriced latte on your tuck.

So ya. It drops through your virtual chimney on November 21st. Pre save it if you want a free stocking stuffer. Or go wild and grab something off our wishlist.

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SVIT

PsyBeatmaker

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