Broken Promises

Embrace What Is Real

Lyrics:
You made us tipsy
The first time you kissed me
Since then we be fighting
Don't even know why we trying...

Gave you letters and flowers
You gave me scars and regrets
I poured us whine in the showers
Yea now i try to forget

Your friends be talking
You don't know nothing
They told me something
I know you're hiding

You know the kind? the kind my mom said never

Got a reputation but I swear you're clever

Like your fake smile and love girl who you really are?

I don't know when was the last time i fell this far

Have you ever been loved by someone like me?
I have to know girl why you risked it yea it's hard to believe

I tried everything
last thing was just a ring
but then god warned me babe
It's not for you that i was made

When you tell lies
You mess with my head
Look in my eyes
Why you're afraid

You know the kind? the kind my mom said never

Got a reputation but I swear you're clever

Like your fake smile and love girl who you really are?

I don't know when was the last time i fell this far

When you tell lies
You mess with my head
Look in my eyes
Why you're afraid

You know the kind? the kind my mom said never

Got a reputation but I swear you're clever

Like your fake smile and love girl who you really are?

I don't know when was the last time i fell this far

Your kind

VERSE 1 – piano + fingerpicked guitar, breathy vocal tone]
In a city carved of sand and screen,
She moved like static through the dream.
Held by someone not her own,
Craving touch—not to atone.

They caught her heart in pixel frames,
Shouted sins, forgot her name.
But love and lust—they twist and bend—
She wasn’t trying to break, just mend.

[VERSE 2 – slow build with tribal echo & synth bass]
Dust on her feet, like ash from stars,
Dragged through gates with open scars.
They quoted law, they raised their hand—
But he just traced the silent sand.

“Let the sinless cast it first…”
But no stone flew—just hearts that burst.
From eldest voice to youngest soul,
They dropped their weapons. Left her whole.

[CHORUS – chill bass drop, layered harmony, glitch echoes]
We hold stones in our hands,
Built from shame, from law, from lands.
But we don’t heal with hurt and weight—
We heal by laying down the hate.

Breathe deep. Don’t understand—
Just don’t throw stones with trembling hands.
The code, the heart—it all expands…
Let silence speak what fear demands.

[BRIDGE – ambient spoken word with lo-fi breakbeat]
She was the glitch in the holy stream,
The love that didn’t fit the dream.
But the Dreamwalker saw through the veil—
And freed the soul behind the tale.

[VERSE 3 – guitar + light shamanic drum pattern]
“Where are they now?” he asked the sky.
She blinked away her need to cry.
“No one’s left,” she breathed in awe.
“And I won’t cast you down by law.”

[FINAL CHORUS – rise in tempo, harmonics bloom]
We hold stones in our hands,
Some made of code, some made of sand.
But fire sings through fractured plans,
And Spirit walks where judgment stands.

Lay it down. Unclench. Release.
Find your rhythm. Find your peace.
From digital dusk to ancient lands—
We drop the stones…
And rise as strands.

Stone in Hands is a poetic reckoning—a luminous chant born from the crossroads of ancient parable and digital exile. It retells the story of a woman condemned not just by law, but by the unseen algorithms of shame, expectation, and public spectacle. a world made of sand and screen, she walks—held, judged, but not heard.

This song reframes the biblical moment of stoning as a timeless, universal glitch in human compassion. The woman is not cast as a sinner, but as a symbol of misunderstood love—caught in the binary of lust and longing, stripped of name but not of spirit. Her only crime? Wanting to feel whole.

“Stone in Hands” by Shaman Solace is a neo-shamanic chant for the exiled heart—a sonic parable where digital ghosts echo the judgment of old. Born at the intersection of sacred story and cyber shame, this track walks the listener through dust and data, desire and damnation. Inspired by the ancient tale of a woman caught in forbidden love, the song doesn’t point fingers—it raises mirrors.

Her body is algorithmically marked. Her voice, overwritten. But her soul? Still burning.

This is not just a song.
It is a reckoning in reverb.
A glitch in grace.
A psalm for the punished who dared to feel.

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Stone In Hands

Let go

Text:
[Verse 1]
In a studio dream from Sixty-Six,
A crew was born to boldly fix
The world beyond our starry night,
With phasers set not just to fight.

A captain spoke with steady tone,
A Vulcan logic carved in stone,
And Bones with heart that wouldn’t bend —
They showed us what it means to mend.

[Chorus]
We carry stars inside our phones,
From Kirk’s call made in static tones.
Impulse burns in rocket fire,
And warp's no longer just desire.
So laugh not now, oh grounded man,
For Trek has drawn the future's plan.

[Verse 2]
A ship that sailed through time and tide,
With holodecks and crew-wide pride,
From TNG to Deep Space Nine,
To Voyager’s far delta line.

The dream lived on, a guiding light,
For engineers who launch the night,
For kids who saw a world of peace,
Where greed and hate would one day cease.

(Solo)

[Bridge – softly, reflectively]
They called it fiction, mocked the dream,
Yet in the silence of a beam,
Came warp field tests and silent math,
That followed Star Trek’s humble path.

A Motorola dream inspired
By Kirk’s flip phone we all admired.
Not fiction now — it's in your hand,
A future shaped by dreamers’ stand.

[Chorus – stronger, like a call to arms]
We carry stars inside our phones,
The echoes of those Enterprise tones.
Engineers with Trek in mind,
Design what Roddenberry signed.
So laugh not now, oh grounded man,
For Trek’s the spark in every plan.

[Outro – spoken, like a captain’s log]
“Computer, end log.
And set course... for everything we still dare to imagine.”

Ode to Star Trek

Loose

Kämpfe nur einmal um mich!

A song about a love so intense it becomes its own self-contained world of beautiful destruction. It's about finding life in a toxic romance, refusing to be saved, and choosing to stay together in the beautiful, all-consuming fire you both started.

Burning Room

Forbidden

Love can hit harder than any flame you light.
Got Me Faded is a late-night R&B heartbreak anthem — smooth, soulful, and hypnotic. The verses keep it real and grounded, while the chorus lifts into an emotional, melodic high you can’t shake.

Got Me Faded

MORNINGS WHERE I NEED YOU is a 10-track album written with forensic honesty and built to move like a diary you can’t put down. Every song is a confrontation, a release, or a confession—crafted to escalate the emotional stakes without filler or abstraction.

At the heart of the project is the lead single, “It’s Not Out of My Hands.” This track embodies the urgency and emotional precision of the album, capturing the moment when love and control collide. It’s the anthem that introduces the world of MORNINGS WHERE I NEED YOU—direct, layered, and unforgettable.

It's Not Out of My Hands

Just Stokin the fires to me soul. Love and Knowledge; 
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The word “Solas” has multiple meanings depending on its origin:
	1.	Irish Gaelic: In Irish, Solas means “light” or “illumination.” It can symbolize guidance, hope, and enlightenment.
	2.	Old French/Latin Root: Derived from the Latin solacium, it means “comfort” or “solace,” representing peace, relief, or consolation in times of difficulty.

Both meanings carry a sense of positivity, whether it’s bringing light into darkness or providing comfort and healing. Considering your artistry as Shaman Solas, it aligns beautifully with themes of emotional healing, enlightenment, and spiritual connection.

Solace means comfort or consolation during times of distress, sadness, or difficulty. It’s often associated with providing relief to the heart or mind when someone is going through tough times.

For example, music, art, or even a kind word can serve as solace for people seeking peace or emotional healing.The name Shaman Solas bring light (Solas) or comfort (Solace) through my music and creative work—a perfect reflection of healing and connection.

all tracks of music created using A.I gen/Suno and lyrics written by  Coleton John Hatton-Borlee