Name: SOFTNESS IS POWER by Quantum me
Duration: 4 min 1 s
Description: Liquid TAO, circle the fifths and ascend the frequencies to experience these liquid drum and bass rollers from London with gaelic and eastern influences.

LTrain is Rolling

Bowie Would Have Understood
(by Merlin Mirage – a slow electro indie reflection)

He burned through the sky like fire.
I breathe through silence like wind.

This song isn’t a tribute,
it’s a quiet conversation between generations of transformation.
A slow electronic pulse drifts beneath soft synths and breathing space —
a song of light, identity, and what remains after becoming.

It remembers Bowie not as a legend,
but as a frequency —
a reminder that change and stillness
can be the same thing.

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

Bowie Would Have Understood

you think therefore you are? …cute. I make you feel — therefore I am. you wanna be my proof? here — close your eyes put your headphones on… let me show you.

Quantum me

HunForMa – Szél lovasa
(Country Deep Housefúzió)

A szabadság és a mozgás hangja — a szél ritmusában született.
Ahol a zene nem csak szól, hanem vezet.

EN: “Rider of the Wind” – A fusion of deep house rhythm and cinematic energy.
Feel the motion, feel the wind.

Tags: #HunForMa #SzélLovasa #RiderOfTheWind #Techno #HouseMusic #CinematicFusion #HungarianElectronic #FreeSoul

Country Deep House - A Szél Lovasa

Liquid TAO, circle the fifths and ascend the frequencies to experience these liquid drum and bass rollers from London with gaelic and eastern influences. 

SOFTNESS IS POWER

[Verse]
Old rooftops breathe the memories slow
Dusty chimneys where the sparrows go
Cobblestones hum
They know my name
The wind tells stories
Never twice the same

[Chorus]
My home town whispers things only hearts can know
The cracks in the pavement
The places I used to go
It sings in shadows
It hums in light
A melody of longing
Soft as night

[Verse 2]
The market square with its fading paint
The echoes of laughter
A sweet constraint
Streetlights flicker like stars in disguise
Holding secrets behind their amber eyes

[Prechorus]
Oh the years can pass
But they don’t erase
The heartbeat hidden in this quiet place

[Chorus]
My home town whispers things only hearts can know
The cracks in the pavement
The places I used to go
It sings in shadows
It hums in light
A melody of longing
Soft as night

[Bridge]
The clock tower ticks in a language old
The trees stand guard
Their roots hold gold
I close my eyes and feel it near
The soul of my town
Forever here

Whispers of Home

Oh hi, sweet honey bun… how’s the land of the fussy felon freak king of the Disintegrated Slums of Murica treating your sanity, heh? 🙈🙉🙊🍟 #ahem #revoltnow

✯ ✯ ✯
@bananasutra #originalsong #lyrics

[Intro]
Oh hi, sweet honey bun
See us coming undone?
Please, let’s sing together,
Let’s think louder, higher!

[Verse 1]
Why trust it’s truth, when it’s a dumb trap
Why add your name on a poisoned map
Why wrap people in gilded wrong 
Why say fair questions don’t belong 

[Pre-Chorus]
They whisper “grace” with a hissing smile
Redefine “dissent” as thinking awhile
And build more prisons, like caring is vile

[Chorus]
Why call it freedom? Bias ain’t true tongue
Please question logic, or lives shall come undone
Know “restoring order” ain’t like holy rain
When it’s like steel boots stomping truth again

[Verse 2]
Learn what’s legit, why they closed a gate
Say “biological” and decree more hate
How ruling our wombs’ increases gloom
How they preach pro life, while filling more tombs

[Pre-Chorus]
They claim it’s science, but it’s scripture they shout
Wrapped in cheap flags, it’s logic they ripped out

[Chorus]
They call it freedom, while FOTUS builds cages they burn your page
Know what’s a villain, who’s burning the page
Who Says “liberty” loading a gun
Calling it peace once the purge is done

[Bridge]
Watch out for double speak, let them hear us cry
We simply ask for truth, why do they sell us lie?
Why let dumb decrees defile sacred truths like a meme
Use your brain, your heart, question men with no shame

[Final Chorus]
They call it freedom, with a serious tone
Like syrup on razors, like velvet on stone
They call it healing while poisoning us, hon
Beware of white gospel, hum, or we’ll all come undone

[Outro]
Let’s shine so bright 
We’ll feel god’s light,
reKindle our holy spark?
Please, let’s Come out of the dark!

Sing all that is fair and good
So we may all have some food,
Blessed be the bold, the brave,
Please, feel free to leave that cave!

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[02] They Call It Freedom (Oh Hi, Sweet Honey Bun) • BLOWsutra (Revolt Now) Psychedelic Gipsy Dadadam Indie LOFI

Love the Feeling Getting Kissed by You

Verse 1
Your mouth hits mine like a slow collision,
Sweet on the surface with a buried intention.
You taste like you know exactly what you do —
Set me on fire getting kissed by you.
Your fingers grip my waist like you own the night,
Pulling me closer than I meant to invite.
I try to breathe, but you steal that too —
One little kiss and I’m déjà-vu.

Pre-Chorus
Damn, you know the switch to flip,
The way you bite before you kiss.
Every rule I made slips straight through —
My body betrays me… right to you.

Chorus
I love the feeling getting kissed by you,
Hot like danger, soft like taboo.
You turn my heartbeat into something rude —
Nothing hits harder than a kiss from you.
I fall, I melt, I lose my cool…
God, I love the feeling getting kissed by you.

Verse 2
You press me back like you’ve planned the scene,
Whisper my name like you’re tasting it clean.
Your hands say stay while your breath says move —
Baby, I break in the shape of you.
One more kiss and I’m past control,
You draw the sin right out of my soul.
I should stop — but you know I won’t.
Not when your lips say don’t you go.

Pre-Chorus
Heat on my neck, low on my spine,
You blur the line between “yours” and “mine.”
Whatever this is, it’s overdue —
I want every part that belongs to you.

[Bridge: Tension rising, layered moans, vocal push]
Take the lead…
Make it slow…
Let me feel exactly what you know.
Pull me under…
Make me choose…
Every kiss burns straight through.

Final Chorus
I love the feeling getting kissed by you,
You make surrender feel brand new.
If this is danger, then take me too —
I’d risk my name for a night with you.
I melt, I break, I come unglued…
Yeah, I love the feeling getting kissed by you.

[Outro: Heavy breaths, fading hum, soft kiss sounds]

Love the Feeling Getting Kissed by You

Number nineteen from the upcoming release: REDUX - The Acoustic Sessions

Remembering the days of the silver screen - before Netflix bought the entire industry and killed it all! Jeff Buckley inspired acoustic reworking.

Redux version:  https://soundcloud.com/benedict-francis/inhollywood

In Hollywood (Acoustic)

To Have and To Hold is not a biography, a lecture, or a historical reconstruction. It is an imagined world — one you step into to feel your way around an idea rather than to learn it.

The album takes place loosely in early-20th-century Cambridge, at the moment when Western thought was beginning to strain under its own certainty. Science had proved astonishingly powerful at breaking reality into parts, explaining mechanisms, and producing results — yet at the same time it was encountering problems it could no longer fully contain. Probability was replacing certainty. Events mattered as much as objects. Meaning no longer sat still.

Out of this tension emerged process philosophy: the idea that reality is not made of finished things, but of ongoing happenings — that love, time, marriage, and even truth itself are not states you reach, but activities you keep participating in.

The album imagines this moment through a human lens. A mathematician trying to complete a system of logic. A thinker insisting that nothing important is ever truly finished. Proofs accumulating. Years passing. A marriage understood first as a statement, then slowly revealed as a practice. Love appearing not as romance in the foreground, but as something quietly unfolding elsewhere — happening whether it is attended to or not.

Rather than explaining these ideas directly, the songs allow you to inhabit them. You hear bells ring. You feel evenings close in. You sense the weight of unfinished work and the relief of letting something continue without control. The philosophy is not taught; it is lived.

This is a soft documentary in sound — an audio quantum leap into a world. Its purpose is not accuracy, quotation, or instruction, but immersion. By the time the album ends, you may not be able to define process philosophy in a sentence — but you may feel why it arose, what problem it was answering, and why it still matters.

To Have and To Hold is an exploration of commitment not as possession, but as attention.
Of marriage not as a conclusion, but as renewal.
Of understanding not as something you arrive at — but something that keeps happening.

If you listen closely, nothing here ever quite resolves.
But something continues.

The First Line Takes All Morning

Ten Years

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

SOFTNESS IS POWER

Quantum me

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