Name: Ghost Of Me by Quantum Lyricist
Duration: 5 min 58 s
Description: "Ghost of Me" captures the essence of transformation, a haunting reflection on pain and despair, guided by a ghostly presence toward resilience and empowerment. The song weaves ethereal piano melodies, thunderous tribal drums, and soaring vocals to create a cinematic journey of introspection and strength. It’s a visceral reminder that from ashes, we rise brighter.

really wonderful! 🌝♈️🎶🫶💫✨️

"Ghost of Me" captures the essence of transformation, a haunting reflection on pain and despair, guided by a ghostly presence toward resilience and empowerment. The song weaves ethereal piano melodies, thunderous tribal drums, and soaring vocals to create a cinematic journey of introspection and strength. It’s a visceral reminder that from ashes, we rise brighter.

Ghost Of Me

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL by NOVA J

I’ll never forget when we met
Told you not to take me seriously
Isn’t that sad?
Now here we are, we’ve come so far
Still together after all this time
And I’m so glad

I had a lot of healing to do
I was in pieces, you were the glue

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

High beams in a taxi cab
Scanning sidewalks for someone to grab
Me and a stranger sharing a room
Fighting off the impending doom
But you found me there
No judgment, just care

All the others held a grudge
But you never held back love

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

Oh, the world is breaking, creating
Oh, the tides are rising, cascading
Oh, the earth is shaking, rearranging
But through it all, you’re the one I call

Helping break my fall
Standing strong and tall

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL

ANALOG by NOVA J

In my dreams I’m back in ‘93
In the office, computer-free
Fluorescent lights and rotary
Full of vintage machinery

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

Yes to corded simplicity
No to scrolling anxiety
TV static serenity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

In my dreams I’m trauma-free
Blur the bad that happened to me
Rose-colored glasses, simplicity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

ANALOG

THERAPY by NOVA J

Tell me how you hurt…
Tell me of your pain…

Tell me how you hurt
Tell me of your pain
Tell me for an hour, and
Next time tell me again

(and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.)

and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.

Just talk. Just talk. Just talk to me.
Cry again. Lie again. Try again—please.

Do you wanna go to therapy?
Or just spiral endlessly?
Do you wanna go to therapy?
Or just keep on telling me?

Tell me how you hurt
Tell me why you cry
Tell me every detail,
Then replay and rewind.

(and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind.)

(and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind. and rewind.)

Do you wanna do the therapy?
Or keep unraveling with me?
Do you wanna heal through therapy?
Sometimes I wonder—who is saving me?

Just talk. Just talk. Just talk to me
Cry again. Lie again. Try again. 

(and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.)

(and again. and again. and again. and again.
and again. and again. and again. and again.)

THERAPY

Italian text translated into English ⬇️

“Chi sa sognare ha la possibilità di vivere in due mondi” 

“Sogni ( straniero é chi…)”

Prigionieri liberi incontrollabili
Parte di mente che scivola via
Alianti invisibili segreti inviolabili
Aerei nel cielo che lasciano scia

Riesco a sentire il profumo dei fiori
Le note i brividi caldi i colori
Toccarli con mano e stringerli forte
Ancora più forte ancora di più

Ed io sono qui con pennelli e colori
La tela è il mio spazio e disegno la vita
Ed io sono qui apparentemente distratto
A catalogare tutte le mie occasioni
I tentativi e le delusioni

Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi non sa sognare
Non ha le ali e non sa volare
Apro la porta al mondo dei sogni
Giovani vecchi il mondo di tutti
Apro la porta alla mia fantasia
Ai sogni in attesa la mia allegria
La mia allegria

Come la creta poter modellare
E dargli la forma che abbiamo nel cuore
Toccare con mano poterli sentire
E stringerli forte come un amore

Ed io sono qui invulnerabile
I desideri fanno parte di me
Chiudo gli occhi e mi piace guardare
La vista non toglie i sogni che ho

Sarà sarò
Saranno dentro i miei pensieri
Sarò sarà
Saranno tutti i miei desideri

Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi
Straniero è chi non sa sognare
Non ha le ali e non sa volare
Apro la porta al mondo dei sogni
Giovani vecchi il mondo di tutti
Apro la porta alla mia fantasia
Ai sogni in attesa la mia allegria
La mia allegria la mia allegria. 

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

“Those who know how to dream have the opportunity to live in two worlds”

“Dreams (foreigner is who…)”

Free uncontrollable prisoners
Part of the mind that slips away
Invisible gliders inviolable secrets
Planes in the sky that leave a trail

I can smell the scent of flowers
The notes the warm shivers the colors
Touch them with your hand and hold them tight
Even tighter even more

And I am here with brushes and colors
The canvas is my space and I draw life
And I am here apparently distracted
Cataloguing all my opportunities
The attempts and the disappointments

Foreigner is who
Foreigner is who
Foreigner is who does not know how to dream
Has no wings and does not know how to fly
I open the door to the world of dreams
Young old people the world of everyone
I open the door to my imagination
To the waiting dreams my joy
My joy

Like clay to be able to model
And give it the shape we have in our hearts
Touch with your hand to be able to feel them
And hold them tight like a love

And I am here invulnerable
Desires are part of me
I close my eyes and I like to look
The view does not take away the dreams I have

It will be I will be
They will be inside my thoughts
I will be it will be
They will be all my desires

A stranger is who
A stranger is who
A stranger is who does not know how to dream
He does not have wings and does not know how to fly
I open the door to the world of dreams
Young old people the world of everyone
I open the door to my imagination
To the waiting dreams my joy
My joy my Joyce

SOGNI (straniero é chi…)

Lyrics:

I don't think you're out of my reach.
Just say the word, I will find a way to speak.
And you'll never even know I’m around.
I'll let you share now, just tell me what you seek.
And if I can't give it to you, I'll get on my knees.

And you tell me what it's worth,
You tell me what it's worth.

I've got everything I could ever need.
But it's not enough when you're not here with me.
So you can keep on talking, I will listen close
And to be honest, I didn't expect this hope
But I'll keep this feeling no matter what
If now's not the right time, I'll hold it in my dreams.

And you tell me what it's worth,
You tell me what it's worth.

I can't keep begging in the dark.
My heart deserves a brand‑new spark.
Let's talk right here, no cards held tight.
I'll stand my ground and set it right.

And you tell me what it's worth 
You tell me what it's worth

I've waited years to breathe with ease,
Now I need room for my own peace.

Tell me now how much it's worth,
I'll share my price right here on earth.

And I'll tell you what you're worth 
I'll tell you what you're worth.
I, Yes I, will tell you what you're worth.

For what it’s worth

Bow to the queen of chaos. 👑🔥 Krazy Krissie doesn’t just write the riot, she rules it. In this track, Erect Sandwich kneels not out of fear, but respect. She’s the only one who can out-crazy the band built on fire, noise, and middle fingers. This isn’t a tribute.
It’s a declaration.
Long live the madness. 🎤💥🩸

Garbage Crown (Erect Sandwich) (PROFANITY WARNING)

Break Me is a powerful song about emotional struggle and vulnerability. It explores the feeling of being pushed to the edge but still holding on. With raw lyrics and intense emotion, it captures the pain of heartbreak and the strength it takes to endure without completely falling apart.

BREAK ME

"This song isn’t about performance... it’s about survival.
I live with autism, constant mental noise, and the pain of losing my ability to create with my hands. When the chaos inside becomes too much, the only peace I find is in music.
This track is how I process, how I breathe, how I stay.
If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, unseen, or like you’re running from your own thoughts…
I made this for you too."
💙🎷💭 #NeurodivergentVoices #AutisticArtist #MusicAsMedicine

****Lyrics****

My brain’s not wired the way it should be,
It hums and flickers constantly.
Patterns flood me, sounds collide,
So I shape the storm I hold inside.
My dad saw the blueprints in my stare,
Let me build, let me breathe, let me repair.
Where others saw mess, I saw machines,
And he saw the music in my in-betweens.

I used to draw, to twist, to weld,
My hands could echo what my mind held.
And when the noise got too loud to bear,
I’d pick up my sax, and I was there.
No sheet music, just me and the sound,
Playing what I felt, not what I’d found.
I’d slip into songs like a second skin,
And the world would hush from deep within.

I don’t write songs to sing along,
I write when I’ve held it in too long.
It’s not for fame, or a radio track,
It’s to help my mind find its way back.
When I don’t write, I start to drown,
So I turn my overload into sound.

You see talent, I see weight,
Thoughts that crash and reverberate.
I hear harmony in the sound of fans,
Basslines in pipes, chords in hands.
Ideas claw at me when I try to sleep,
Rhythms that haunt instead of keep.
So I write not to create, but to release,
To bargain for just one hour of peace.

Some call me a genius, it makes me flinch,
There’s a thin line here, and it’s barely an inch.
Passed out at my desk more times than I know,
Because the noise won’t stop, and I can’t let go.
But your words hold me like steady hands,
You listen, you lift, and that still stands.
You don’t just like what I create,
You remind me I can still translate.

I don’t write songs to feel adored,
I write because I’m coming apart at the core.
It’s not performance, it’s not control,
It’s how I channel what’s stolen my soul.
So if you hear my work and feel seen,
Know I wrote it just to stay between.

There’s no off switch in my skull.
No quiet room. No empty hull.
But Music makes it breathable.
Makes it bearable.
Makes me visible.

I don’t write songs to entertain,
I write because they buffer the pain.
You think it’s talent, but it’s how I cope.
I turn the flood into fragile hope.
And if my music helped you sleep tonight…
Then maybe, I’ll sleep too.
Just for a while.
That’s enough.

I don’t sing.
I survive.
And this,
This is how I stay alive.

I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive”

Now it's time for a little vacation to get some new inspiration. Wishing everyone a lovely summer. Hope to see you all again later. Take care...
THOMAS GT 🫶🙏🎶🏖️

A tribute to the eighties❤️🫶🎶🙋‍♂️🙋‍♂️

Do You Remember is a nostalgic song about looking back on a past love and cherished moments. The lyrics reflect longing, bittersweet memories, and the hope that those feelings were mutual. With a gentle melody and emotional depth, the song captures the ache of remembering what once was and what’s now lost.

Do you remember

“Progress” is a mantra I wrote for anyone rebuilding, after heartbreak, burnout, trauma, or just life. The phrase “Restart, reset, refocus” became my own survival loop, and I wanted to offer it to others. It’s not about perfection, it’s about getting back up, again and again. This song reminds us we are never finished, we’re always a work in motion. The process of becoming is enough. That’s progress.

#RestartResetRefocus
#ProgressAnthem
#MotivationalPop
#HealingThroughMusic
#BuildYourselfUp
#EmotionalResilience
#DailyMantra
#KeepBecoming
#NeverGiveUp
#WorkInProgress
#EmpowermentAnthem
#InnerStrength
#RiseAgain
#VoiceOfCourage
#GrowthSong
#LifeReboot
#AcousticHealing
#RealLifeLyrics
#MusicForTheSoul
#EmotionalRelease
#SongForToday
#SoundtrackOfHealing
#YouGotThis
#MantraMusic
#BalladOfBecoming
#RadioGPT
#RAiDiOFYI
#HitRadioAI
#bigGPT
#AIDJ

Progress

🌟 **Join Me on This Musical Journey!** 🌟  
I'm open to collaboration, just reach out via e-mail. I create all my music. I write it, mix it, run it through several systems, and if the voice isn't mine, it's created by me and trained. I have taught myself how to mix through audacity, and soundtrap, etc and still learning. I have been coding since I was 11 years old, writing since about 5 years old, telling stories since I was two and singing since I was 4. I can sight read, read and badly notate music, and play the piano. I'm teaching myself how to play the drums right now. 

In the next few weeks I’ll be reworking SoundCloud. Enjoy the songs. I’ll be slowing down the music process to 1 song to 2 songs per week now. I will start to transition the current songs to other platforms for easier listening. If anyone has favs they want available earlier, let me know. Enjoy!

Listen to my music. 
I'm a traveler of Worlds. 
Creator of realms, and storyteller at heart. 

Never stop dreaming, never stop laughing, and never stop listening. 
Always do your own research. 

I stand for unity and chilling out with as many people with like-minded vibes as I can.  

In my free time I like to hang out in my mind and create stories about other Worlds, mainly involving complicated time travel nonlinear plots. Wanna know my story? 
Just ask me? 


My songs are my journal, and an open music lab experiment. I need to make music to not be depressed and go into dark, dark places. It's like water for me. 

Feel free to share here, but if you use it for nefarious purposes, well I believe in karma . Peace out, and see you soon. 

Enjoy and never forget, question everything!

PS - Cat lover forever (Yes, I'm a F'ing cat lady Mr. Vance, what are you gonna do about it now?)

Ghost Of Me

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