Summer 3000

Every Young Boy's Song

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Sixteen Hooves

Upbeat folksy fiddle. Jusqu'ici tout va bien. 

Just me just you

September gold

If the roof still leaks and the rent's still late.

Both sides of the bridge

I got high on love, I think. La la la la la zip.

I think I got high

Slow-tempo cinematic wake up call for a lost London.

Grow or die

KETA – 18 October 2025 — Diary Entry:
I made this track in the middle of the night, somewhere between stillness and heat. The bass felt like a heartbeat under sand — steady, endless, ancient. Every tone came from breath; every shimmer from the body remembering it was light. I didn’t write this song — it grew through me, one pulse at a time.

Abundance is a mantra disguised as sound. A slow-burning invocation of fullness — sensual, grounded, and alive. The bass hums like blood. The guitars float like mirage heat. Every repetition widens the horizon. There is no lack, only motion.

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

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