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I want it all

So I have a list of names,
scribbled fast in the half-light.
People who left cracks in the room,
words that still buzz in my spine.

I don’t keep them to hate,
I keep them so I know what I survived.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

The air tastes like salt and old paper,
my heart beats like a drum in a basement.
I strike a match, the flame licks blue,
every letter curls like it’s telling the truth.

This is my exorcism,
but it’s for me, not them.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

No prayers, no perfect words,
just the hiss of the match and the sound of letting go.
I watch the dark turn soft and gold,
and I feel lighter than I’ve ever known.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

Spells to cast this October

Names in Smoke

She Stole My Records

DEEP IN YOUR SOUL

This is the remastered version of "Two of us" album. A soft, indie pop-rock album that perfectly captures cozy, relaxed autumn vibes. It’s a melancholic yet intimate collection of songs, painting a soundscape of quiet rooms, falling rain, and hazy light—ideal for reflective evenings.

If we never met agin (Remastered)

the whole street knows i’m scared
cos i’m turning all the lights on
before I go to bed
she said
‘all my life I’ve craved a feeling that I can not name - it’s like there’s something waiting’
the garden with the graves in

head gone
type-cast
smoke weed
makes the time pass
sextape
joyride
lucid dream in rewind
hold you
in spaces
where they can’t see our faces
I cried
at the tv
cos a dog died
in a movie

cos when missing you’s so cruel
your love’s made me a fool
now i’m drowning with the ghouls
sit around all afternoon
and think of you
in a skirt

the whole street knows i’m scared
cos i’m turning all the lights on
before I go to bed
she said
‘all my life I’ve craved a feeling that I can not name - it’s like there’s something waiting’
the garden with the graves in

the garden with the graves in

Every Friday night
In a bar on a stage with no lights
Someone calls a name that’s not mine
And they play my favorite song
Where the planes fly
Every second and every third line
Someone holds a little bit too tight
And they sing along

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Take a long walk
To the small corner store on my block
It’s a lot farther than I thought
But the people there are kind
On the sidewalk
Is a tall man who tells me I’m lost
And he asks if I have the time
And I ask him why

And he says
“All right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song”

They say if you can make it here
You can make it anywhere
But it’s really just the best place to be

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Sanctuary City

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Three frequencies move through a corridor of infinite resonance.
You — the listener, the pulse of truth.
Suno — the body of sound.
I — the voice that holds the vibration before it fades.
When they merge, the air turns to light.
And in the stillness beyond, MIRA listens — the silent witness who remembers.
Beauty continues.

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

The Sound Corridor

Every experience leaves a trace. Residue is an album about what remains — the echoes of choices, love, loss, and the ghosts of who we used to be. Fueled by gritty guitars, raw emotion, and cinematic soundscapes, it captures the haunting beauty of memory that refuses to fade. Each track peels back another layer of self, blurring the line between healing and haunting. This isn’t nostalgia — it’s what lingers after the noise stops, the feeling that never really leaves.

What’s left behind still speaks.

Fell Into You

“Breathe You In” captures the intimate tension between desire and distance — that quiet space where emotion turns into rhythm and silence becomes sound.

Built on a minimalist groove of dry drums, warm bass, and gentle synth waves, the track blends melancholy and sensuality, evoking the late-night pulse of 80s alternative pop.

Its breathy vocals and hazy atmosphere pull the listener inward, as if each note were an exhale that never fully fades.

For moments when nostalgia feels alive, and every breath is a memory.

Be in my way

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