Thank you for the shadow on my shoulder

What they say about her song:
“A blade of gratitude carved from silence and sorrow.”

Minimal, stripped, rituell. This version offers no comfort — only presence.
The voice is bare and still, like a woman kneeling in her own ruins whispering thank you.
It’s for those who survived without witness. A love song to inner truth, undistorted.

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

Thank You for My Being – Inner Cut

Without You

neon prophets

Silent horizon

Verse 1
Neon rain on the cracked concrete,
Heartbeat echo where the ghosts all meet.
Found my name on a cigarette pack,
Half burned words that don’t look back.
TV snow in my rearview mind,
Silhouettes dance where the wires unwind.
Cheap perfume in the dead of night,
Truth leaks slow from the exit light.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

Verse 2
Lipstick stains on a payphone line,
I called myself, but I missed my sign.
Plastic halo on a downtown saint,
He’s selling dreams with a coat of paint.
Cold coffee in a paper cup,
Every lie tastes sweet enough.
Loop that thought ‘til it fades away,
Rewind the night, then hit replay.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

 
Mirror talk in a dim room,
Echoes bloom like cheap perfume.
The world spins soft, off time, off key,
And I fade like film from a dying TV.

Outro
I’m just dust in the speaker’s breath,
Low-end pulse, sweet scent of death.
If you find my name in the static flow,
Turn it up loud, then let me go.

Static in my head

A2RBEATZ - FOR PEACE UK RAP BEAT

Epilogue. Cigarette outside. Bag of chips.
The night is over — identity isn’t.
Manchester breathes with you.
You survived. You shined.
You’re still here.

12, Still On Canal Street

In Too Deep

Safe Here

We never planned to release this.
These songs were just for us, little moments that sat on hard drives and notebooks, never really meant to leave the room. But after a while, it started to feel wrong keeping them hidden.

The Collection isn’t a greatest hits or a polished project. It’s the story of where we’ve been, caught in all its rough edges and quiet mistakes. Some songs are years old, while others seem to have come out of nowhere. Together, they make up everything that’s brought us here.

We didn’t mean for this to be an album. But here we are.


Sacred Sky

Please check out the YouTube video

https://youtu.be/zhpTmCG6P10?si=ilhbCkOmXlwxNlR9

Fragments

Robin Salsman is a multidisciplinary songwriter, musician, and producer whose creative world bridges modern technology with timeless songwriting. His music spans cinematic EDM, alt-country rock, and experimental fusion, each project shaped by emotion and precision.

Through his independent label Void Realm Studios, Rob develops and releases his body of work. His albums Brother Falcon, Midnight Falcon, and Seagull define his signature sound—authentic storytelling fused with bold production and dynamic energy.

Under his production alias Zebular Namslas, he’s written and produced for film and television, performed at international EDM festivals, and collaborated across genres. His releases All Dance Now!, Higher, Friends, and Dr. Booty push sonic boundaries with a cinematic pulse and infectious rhythm.

In Too Deep

Rob Salsman