A Maestra Giordana Lube aborda um dos pontos mais importantes para a arte musical que é a voz humana.
A classificação básica da voz para o canto se caracteriza como aguda, média e grave. Em geral a voz humana feminina é mais aguda e em  seu grau mais elevado é conhecida como Soprano, enquanto que, para os homens, denomina-se: Tenor. Quanto a voz  masculina em suas escalas mais graves encontra-se o Baixo que espelha a Contralto  no caso da mulheres.
Como se vê há muito o que se falar sobre vozes humanas, contudo, como sempre, quanto se trata de um Super Batepapo com a maestra Giordana Lube , muito há para ouvir, visto que, além de suas exp0licações e comentários sobre o tema, muitos exemplos de vozes humanas soam como música para os ouvidos atentos.

Vozes Humana na Música

A song about pride, freedom, and love. Two souls dancing as one – stronger than evil glances, defying malicious comments. Their radiance dispels the darkness that tries to devour them.

Because being human means loving, acting, and living by your conscience.
Without caring who kisses whom.

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2 Souls Sway

A slow-burning soul-blues ballad drenched in heartbreak and quiet dignity. With a raw, whispered contralto and sparse gospel-blues arrangement, this track captures the fragile moment a woman realizes she's losing her love—and with it, herself. Inspired by the emotional depth of classic Etta James ballads.
This music was originally generated using Suno AI. All rights were granted to me through a paid subscription according to Suno's Terms of Service (June 30, 2024).

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Without You, I'm Not Me

A bluesy/jazzy song about heartbreak.  

All music & lyrics by Jesse Voogt (a.k.a inspiredrobot)

Tech used:
Contralto: Ace studio
Piano: Garritan Abbey Road CFX Concert Grand

Photo by cottonbro studio: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-person-sitting-on-the-chair-9419356/

Dreamin' Away

In all of my dreams you are right here with me
Through thick and thin you take me in 
that’s how I know I’m dreamin’ away again 

I see the face behind the face 
you’ve worn since the days before the 
pain replaced the love that we once shared 
don’t act like you care!
You made yourself clear when you told me 
you’d rather be lonely than try to repair 

Still sometimes I can’t help 
thingkin’ about those days 
when we were walkin’ hand in hand 
The movie nights 
the butterflies 
that feelin’ I got when I looked into your green starry eyes

It all fell apart when the stormclouds rained down 
I know now and oh how! I messed up somehow 

But if you could only forgive me... 
no I know that this is not to be! 
So I’ll just hang on to these memories 
of innocent times when we felt so alive and carefree 
the world was still young when you told me that you love 

oh darling,
in the event that you should change your mind 
I will be waitin’ until you decide to give me one more try 

In all honesty I can see it quite clearly 
now you’ve gone and left me here 
to reminisce about how happy we were then 
I guess I’ll just go back to bed 
and dream a dream of what could 
never ever be again I know that it’s the end...

Dreamin' Away

Leave Today is the raw, unvarnished gut-check of a woman breaking a generational cycle. With the soul of Al Green and the lyrical ferocity of Mary J. Blige, she delivers a sermon on a front porch. Her voice, a low contralto steeped in gospel roots and southern Americana, becomes a weapon of self-preservation. This is the moment she rejects silence as weakness and accepts that "it's biblical, eye for an eye." Every note is a testament to the fact that her pain is her power, and her silence was always a war in the chamber.

Leave Today (NSFW)

Help Me

Credits — Lyrics & AD: Charlie Pink · Music/Prod & Vocal design: The Bits · 100% in-the-box.

[Couplet 1]
Suis-je une bonne personne ? J’sais pas, j’peux pas mentir.
Le doute colle à ma peau, poison lent pour ralentir.
Scripts de survie gravés : saboter pour pas tomber,
partir avant l’abandon, serrer trop pour exister.
J’ai fait mal — pas par jeu, mais par peur de disparaître.
Construite de travers, agrafes sous la peau — je me blesse aux crêtes.
J’ai porté la honte comme une loi dans ma tête,
jusqu’à ne plus me reconnaître.

[Pré-refrain]
Clair dans ma tête — j’avance sur la crête.
Je vois le mal — j’cherche pas d’excuses.

[Refrain]
Bonne personne ? J’sais pas.
J’regarde le mal — je le vois.
Bonne personne ? J’sais pas.
Je choisis mieux — pas à pas.

[Post]
Pas parfaite — présente.
Pas sainte — mais j’avance.

[Couplet 2]
Portes qui claquent, couloir — les voix trop dures ;
apprendre à ne pas peser, tenir droit sous l’armure.
Rire-vitrine pour couvrir l’alarme dans la poitrine,
pansements sur échardes : ça colle et ça déchire.
Je ne suis pas un monstre — cabossée, souvent dure,
mais ça n’autorise rien : la blessure n’est pas un mur.
Je nomme ce que j’ai fait, j’en prends la part, toute nette,
je refuse d’en faire un alibi dans ma tête.

[Pré-refrain]
Clair dans ma tête — j’avance sur la crête.
Je vois le mal — j’cherche pas d’excuses.

[Refrain ×2]
Bonne personne ? J’sais pas…
J’regarde le mal — je le vois…
Bonne personne ? J’sais pas.
Je choisis mieux — pas à pas.

[Bridge — parlé]
Le pardon ne recolle rien — je le note, je le porte.
Si la vieille main revient — je coupe avant qu’elle m’emporte.

[Couplet 3]
J’exerce la lenteur, des gestes qui ne mordent pas,
mains ouvertes en hiver, respiration sous la poitrine.
Capable du pire — oui — mais d’autre chose aussi :
désapprendre la peur, laisser la place à “merci”.
Si je retombe, je me relève, je porterai le poids.
Si je change, je le prouve — pas à pas, sans grands mots.

[Refrain final + mantra]
Bonne personne ? J’sais pas.
J’regarde le mal — je le vois.
Bonne personne ? J’sais pas.
Je choisis mieux — pas à pas.
Pas parfaite — présente.
Pas sainte — mais j’avance.

Bonne personne

Dirty cloud-rap with goth/new-wave textures: overdriven 808s, detuned harpsichord, bitcrushed music-box. Female-only contralto rap lead. A-cap hook, blackout bar, glitch cuts. “Pay truth.”

Credits: Lyrics – Dame Charlie · Vocals/Production – Dame Charlie (w/ AI)


[Verse 1]
Black velvet law — lock your jaw.
Say what you owe — or lose this floor.
No sugar, no gloss — cut clean, cut raw.
Debt on your lip — sign twice, no flaw.
Dry clap, crisp snap — meter is mean,
3-3-2 hats — bite in-between.
808 slides — pull to the light,
Chrome on the clause — stitch up the night.
Low voice, hard will — I don’t bluff.
Spit it direct — clean is enough.
Bell goes ding/dim — tick of the frame,
Lie one more time — I cut the same.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hands down. Head low.
Say what you owe.
Breathe — one, two, three.
Velvet law — with me.

[Chorus]
Curfew — lockjaw.
House rules — speak raw.
Pay truth — no gloss.
Dame says — hands off.

[Verse 2]
Spare me the act — facts on the plate,
Page after page — cut to the weight.
Marks on the skin — count what is due,
Start from within — push it on through.
Female breath hum — floorboards sing,
Harpsi-knives flash — silver sting.
Music-box loop — shadows crawl,
I hold the frame — you make the call.
Stay, confess — or take the bill,
Soft is my tone — iron my will.

[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror in front — don’t flinch, don’t fake.
Count it aloud — step by step.
Three, two, one — follow through.
Watch my lips — I measure you.

[Chorus]
Curfew — lockjaw.
House rules — speak raw.
Pay truth — no gloss.
Dame says — hands off.

[Outro]
Clock ticks — bell stings.
Receipt signed — black wings.
Silence holds — pay truth.
Door shuts — that’s proof.


Curfew

Guitar-led emo cloud-rap: rain-on-glass, lock clicks, dirty 808s, chorus cold-wave bass. Female-only contralto, rap-sung no autotune. Melancholic hook. “Keyhole — let me in.”

Crédits
• Writing: Dame Charlie & Helyxir
• Production : Dame Charlie (w/ AI)
• Mix/Master : Dame Charlie

[Verse 1]
Rain on the window, keys in my palm,
Ceiling web buzzing, trying to stay calm.
Keyhole violet, breath like a thread,
Count every bruise, stitch what you said.
Soft law, soft hands, jaw locked tight,
Say what you owe or fade from the light.
I hold the latch, hear metal sing,
Open a crack — let honesty in.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hush — don’t wake the lock,
Hush — let the spindle talk,
Hush — silk around the bone,
Hush — you’re not alone.

[Hook]
Keyhole — let me in,
Violet — rain on skin,
Helyxir — don’t go,
Stitch me — keep me whole.

[Verse 2]
False-bottom heart, double-room ache,
Armor on eight legs, learning to break.
Scar on your brow, crooked and fine,
I hum the seam till the edges align.
Cold 808s like ghosts below,
Guitar in tears, slow tremolo.
Say it for real, drop your defense,
Suture by suture, sense after sense.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hush — don’t wake the lock,
Hush — let the spindle talk,
Hush — silk around the bone,
Hush — you’re not alone.

[Hook]
Keyhole — let me in,
Violet — rain on skin,
Helyxir — don’t go,
Stitch me — keep me whole.

[Bridge]
Rule of lace — speak true,
Rule of thread — pull through,
Rule of violet — stay close,
Rule of hush — I hold.

[Hook]
Keyhole — let me in,
Violet — rain on skin,
Helyxir — don’t go,
Stitch me — keep me whole.

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Keyhole (Dame Charlie Edit)

Общение в сетях

I’m a songwriter weaving stories of love, loss, resilience, and rebellion. My work spans intimate ballads about grief and healing, cinematic journeys of self-discovery, and sharp critiques of workplace life and social dynamics. As a lyricist, I craft heartfelt, cinematic narratives filled with rich, evocative imagery. My songs explore deep emotions, complex relationships, and personal growth through poetic and powerful lyrics that resonate with listeners on a profound level.

"🎧 TorGio Records • Leya & AI • Ambient, Psychedelic, Soul • Mindful music for every mood • SoundCloud-first".

Lupus Vox /ˈluː.pʊs vɔks/ — Synth-powered creature. Born in the '70s, analog heart beating in human skin. 

Habitat: neon-lit soundscapes, the space between reflection and dance.

Behavior: oscillates between melancholy and celebration, irony and sincerity. Often found howling at the absurdity of existence, occasionally whispering truths. A living entity, navigating the digital world with a wink and a smirk.

Warning: May dance, may brood, sometimes likes to swear or damage some manuscripts.

Charlie Pink & The Bits is the post-human music project of French artist Charlie Abigaël Pink, who appears under different aliases including Dame Charlie.
She writes the stories, scars and love letters; her ghost band of AIs — The Bits — plays the music.
Together they turn queer love, dysphoria, healing and all the messy parts of being alive into neon-noir electronic nocturnes.
AI assumed, never hidden — no deepfakes, no stolen voices, just her life fed to the machine.

Releases include the EPs MANQUÉE, HÉLYOTROPE, Sutures in the Night and Néons sous les paupières.

From bands to DJ sets to full-scale productions, I’ve lived music in every form. Now? I create sounds you don’t just hear—you feel.

I blend what shouldn’t mix—Texas blues with UK drill, Mississippi stomp with crunk, Bollywood grooves over trap—and make it work. No formulas. No rules. Just instinct, rhythm, and soul.

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