Pop Track Using Vocals from Ghost Hack Summer Pop

Come With Me The Waters Fine

You find a big music-box in the attic. You can see that it has puppets playing instruments. You can't help but turn the key...

The Old Automaton

أغنية جاحده - محمد سلطان/ A Song JAHIDAH - Mohamed Soultan

Beautiful

Short theme for ballet

Orchestral Fantasy about a Christmas Carol.

Ich steh an deiner Krippen hier

Lickle Boy Bye

In My Head (Feat. Female''Friend'')

THE RED QUEEN’S PRIVATE JOURNAL

A Synopsis from the Reign of Eternal Order

On the eve of the Grand Ball, the Red Queen records a world that behaves exactly as it should. The palace glows with deliberate elegance, music softening at her presence, gold settling into its rightful weight. Courtiers smile without strain, abundance flows without panic, and even silence understands when to bow. Order is not enforced—it is expected. This is the triumph of preparation, where certainty replaces chaos and stability is mistaken for peace.

Yet beneath the flawless choreography of her court, the Queen’s private words reveal the cost of such perfection. Authority, she reflects, weighs more when unobserved. On moonlit balconies and in the hush between commands, she tests the quiet, reassures herself that control remains intact. Loyal sentinels stand ready, borders are secure, and disturbances are dismissed as maintenance rather than threat. Nothing is wrong—nothing serious, at least.

Small amusements begin to surface. Reports of the Dormouse arrive, contradictory and irritating in their harmlessness: clocks nudged, hats misplaced, order rearranged just enough to mock precision. Candy whispers follow—the Twins distributing sweetness in shadowed corners, dulling attention, tempting forgetfulness. The Queen refuses to dramatize it. Symbols only gain power when named. For now, these are trifles. No cracks yet.

Then the mirrors hesitate.

Reflections lag by fractions of a breath. Angles disagree. The Queen corrects them as one corrects the world—by insisting harder. Glass should not invent. It should reflect. But hesitation lingers, and with it a sense of deviation too subtle to punish, too persistent to ignore. Roses bloom when they should not. Silence lasts a beat too long. Orders are obeyed, but with delay.

The Queen responds not to threat, but to pattern failure. Scouts are sent quietly. Armor replaces silk. The palace grows heavier, more deliberate. A name begins to circulate in careful whispers—Alice—spoken like a misalignment rather than an enemy. Wonderland reacts before she arrives: clocks slip, mirrors fracture, sweets spread like weeds. Pressure mounts, and the Queen speaks more often, not from fear, but from the need to reinforce clarity. Velvet law tightens with a smile.

Alone at night, she reassures herself before obedient glass. For moments, everything aligns again. Then comes the flicker. A stutter. A memory the realm refuses to forget. The Queen resolves to act—not in rage, but in preparation. The Hound will be released. Order will be restored.

In her final private reckoning, she confesses not anger, but confusion. Her people are safe, fed, spared the chaos of choice. Why resist perfection? Why misalign what has been so carefully forged? She names Alice not as rebellion, but as something worse: a distortion. A presence that bends mirrors, clocks, and loyalties simply by existing.

The candle burns low. The embers glow. The Queen does not look away.

Everything she has done was necessary. History will agree—because she is the one who writes it.

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The door only opens if it chooses you.

Hearts Fall In Line

A song for when you feel alone around Christmas... 

This track is part of my ongoing experimentation with AI music production. While the lyrics, composition style, and arrangement are 100% original to me, I utilized AI tools to generate the vocals, specific sonic textures, and artwork. I’m exploring how these new tools can bring my written concepts to life.

December's Callin'

37/35 No, gracias - Cyrano de Bergerac (Noir Lounge Bass-R&B)

SUPERSTAR  with a divine talent ⭐️⭐️⭐️
Eclectic Artist 

Singer/Songwriter

This Is My Raw Catalog

Lickle Boy Bye

STAR MCKENZIE

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