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FLORIDA

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mixed by H3x
mastered by @rollmottle 

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AMAG - Moonlite

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

Just Stokin the fires to me soul. Love and Knowledge; 
Don’t forget to like, comment, and follow Shaman Solas, you wonderful sprites! Your support means the world. In the comments, feel free to share your emotions, experiences, and the songs or genres that resonate with you the most. I love hearing your stories and connecting with you all on a deeper level. Your feedback is not just welcomed—it’s truly appreciated and helps me grow as an artist. Let’s create and share this journey together!

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