great production - such a good country-pop ballad

Smooth and great song, nice vocal and prod 👌

Listening to real humans amid this flood of AI has done me a world of good.

really enjoyed this track, a melon collie soul - the lyrics entwined so well with the melody and the dynamics of the track. Great work.

It’s is beautiful song to listen too! And it’s so catchy

Cover Artwork by Pauline Simon
Produced, Mixed and Mastered by my self.

Abandone

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m@tro - Walking In The Clouds

Guitar swells and pads producd on Fernandes Monterey Deluxe with built in sustainer unit, clean tone through Valhalla Supermassive. synth air pads and backround. Chill, ethereal soothing ambience.

Descending Into Solitude

Tranquility

Blekstar

#experimental #electronic #instrumental
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Official Link: greysign.io
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Synopsis:
The wilderness dramatically becomes an intense icy landscape filled with bitter cold, a howling screaming wind, descending from the galaxy filled sky. Frozen lakes, icy tower formations, and pristine snow filled the expanse. The wind, sounding like whispers, carrying daunting messages. 
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Greysign encourages the listener to create their narrative while experiencing the music with great-sounding headphones or speakers and to listen to the track without interruption.
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Music produced, performed, and recorded by Greysign.
Album art created by Greysign.
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Andromeda Winds

The Memory Club is Lynn Lister, Duncan Butler, Ian Collins.  Here is our 2025 festive song

Something to Believe In

Silent Night

A song about anxiety, depression and loneliness.  

[Verse]

This tables damp...  Bleach and water.
Stopped for a Big Mac, fries and a Coke.
Dinner for one... eight and a quarter.
Then I'll walk, and have a smoke.

Anxiety, my partner in crime.
Every day, taken carefully.
A classic psycho paradigm.
Something's broken inside of me.


[Chorus]

Smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.


[Verse]

Like a sparrow without a host.
A tiny, lonely, innocent bird.
Alone, in a field on a broken post.
Only seen and never heard.

I don't smile, never lock eyes.
Keep lookin toward the ground.
Hide inside my fake disguise.
Panic attacks will cut you down.


[Chorus]

Smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.


[Bridge]

But, music is my happy place.
Every genre... a new highway.
Explore... then come back to base.
There's always hope for brighter days


[Chorus]

Because, smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.


[Chorus]

Smiling, talking, that's not my thing.
A melancholy soul is a social sting.
Stuck in a thought quagmire.
With a head full of broken wires.

Lyric by: Roger L. Smith
Vocals & Music by: Suno.ai

© Copyright Roger L. Smith & Ironically Insipid Records, 2025

Broken Wires

For my new book, I'm creating a Rosetta Stone for this erotic poem from the Bible, the Song of Songs, as it is  literally dripping with sacred sexual alchemical mystic symbolism. So I just couldn't resist putting it to music.

Song

[Intro]
Low light
One breath
One thought
That's left

[Verse 1]
They said, "Trust what you see"
But my eyes play tricks
Walls melt, clocks bend
Every second could slip
What if sky is a curtain
Pulled by some hidden hand
What if ground is a rumor
Sand dressed up as land

Every face could be painted
Every word a scam
Strip it all to the silence
What stays is "I am"
Evil grins in the shadows
Whispers, "Girl, you’re a ghost"
Still the question keeps burning
In my chest like a oath

[Chorus]
I think
Therefore I am
Even if the world is smoke and sleight of hand
Take truth
Take every plan
You can't erase the mind that says, "I am"
I think
Therefore I am

[Verse 2]
Maybe love is an echo
Maybe tears are staged
Maybe time is a circle
And I'm stuck on a page
He could twist every memory
Turn my sun into frost
He could paint me new prisons
Till I swear that I'm lost

But the doubt is a diamond
Cut clean through the lie
If I'm asking the question
Something’s still alive
You can poison the senses
Turn the real into sham
But who's tasting the poison?
This "I" that says "I am"

[Chorus]
I think
Therefore I am
Even if the world is smoke and sleight of hand
Take truth
Take every plan
You can't erase the mind that says, "I am"
I think
Therefore I am

[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Strip the colors from my eyes
Crush the name I used to write
Take the map, unmake the sky
Leave me naked in the night

[soaring operatic vocals]
Yet I rise, yet I rise
On a thread of silent fire
All you break, all you twist
Feeds this single burning choir

[cello solo]

[Chorus]
I think
Therefore I am
Even if the world is smoke and sleight of hand
Take truth
Take every plan
You can't erase the mind that says, "I am"
I think
Therefore I am

Cogito in C Minor

Roger is a musician, producer & composer living in West Michigan.

He self-produces original acoustic & electronic compositions which range from ambient and IDM to classical.  His influences span far and wide through traditional blues and jazz to more modern house and techno beats.  More often than not, his music has just a touch of beautiful sadness.

His music is perfect for soundtracks, video games & other sync projects.  Contact him for more details.

Broken Wires

Roger L. Smith

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