COVID brought a lot of families back together in both good and bad situations. Sometimes girlfriends/boyfriends, of children, came into the family bubble. The ramifications of this decision can sometimes be tough on a family. Especially tough on mothers in this song. It is not natural for older kids to come back home, with partners, and younger teens, still living at home, who are struggling with school/life to be witnessed by said sibling.

No Street SIgns No Straight Lines

Angel Boy

It started with little things.
I’d walk into a room and stop
couldn’t remember what I came for.
Laughed about it.
Everyone laughs at first.
“Too many tabs open,” they said.
And I agreed.
Because it’s easier than saying I’m scared.

They start speaking slower,
like volume fixes memory.
Names come with pauses,
smiles come with pity.
I still notice the way their eyes shift
when I can’t find a word fast enough.
I used to fill silences
now they do it for me.

There’s a hum in the air where thoughts used to be,
like the TV left on just to keep me company.
They call it forgetting, I call it fog.
I still know love, even when I get it wrong.

I keep photos like proof I was real.
Sometimes I swear they’ve rearranged themselves.
A man hugs me,
says he’s my son.
He smells like cedar,
I want to believe him.
It’s cruel
how the heart remembers longer than the mind.

There’s a hum in the air where thoughts used to be,
like the TV left on just to keep me company.
They call it forgetting, I call it fog.
I still know love, even when I get it wrong.

They whisper in the kitchen now.
I hear my name through the wall.
I wish they’d just ask me
I’d tell them, I’m still here.
I’m still here,
just further away.

The nurse hums the same song each morning.
I think I used to know the words.
Some days I hum with her.
Some days I just listen
and the static feels kind.
The blur feels kind.

There’s a hum in the air where I used to be,
like the radio tuning between memories.
They call it forgetting, I call it free.
I still know love
and that’s enough for me.

Anamorphosis

Dementia

I was happiest when nothing changed,
’til stillness felt like something strange.
I told myself I wanted peace,
but peace was just a slow-release.

The mirror said “you’re safe, you’re fine,”
but that calm felt like a flatline.
Stillness isn’t holy ground
it’s just where the pulse stops making sound.

There’s a quiet in my bones
that sounds too much like giving up.
Every time I try to stay the same,
something deeper rises up.

Let it hurt, let it strip me clean,
melting down what I’ve never seen.
If it burns, it’s probably real
comfort never let me feel.
Long melt, drag me through
I dissolve to find what’s true.
Yeah, I melt, I melt for me
becoming who I’m meant to be.

I held on tight to what I knew,
but the edges started dripping through.
Every truth I tried to say
came out liquid on the way.

It’s not falling, it’s release
not destruction, but increase.
Pain’s the heat that makes me see
what was never really me.

I was praying for survival
but my soul was asking more.
Not to stay inside the shape
but to become what shapes are for.

Let it hurt, let it strip me clean,
melting down what I’ve never seen.
If it burns, it’s probably real
comfort never let me feel.
Long melt, drag me through
I dissolve to find what’s true.
Yeah, I melt, I melt for me
becoming who I’m meant to be.

What if pain’s not punishment
but the doorway I’ve denied?
Every tear a transformation,
every scar a place I tried.

No one’s coming with a key
this lock was forged inside of me.
If breaking’s how I touch the sky,
then let me burn
and let me rise.

Let it hurt, let it strip me clean,
melting down what I’ve never seen.
If it burns, it’s probably real
comfort never let me feel.
Long melt, drag me through
I dissolve to find what’s true.
Yeah, I melt, I melt for me
becoming who I’m meant to be.

The Long Melt

They call the word eternal,
but every word was once a choice.
We say it came from heaven,
yet it’s spoken in our voice.
One line crowns a savior,
the same line draws a sword.
If truth can shift its purpose,
can we claim it from the Lord?

The question builds the answer,
the seeker shapes the sign.
Scripture shifts its meaning
when the need redraws the line.
Holy isn’t fixed
it echoes what we see.
If we’re the ones who shape it,
is God shaping us, or we?

We worship what we call truth,
but we bend it when it stings.
Claim the verse is universal,
then apply it to our things.
If doctrine splits in pieces,
and each side swears it’s right,
maybe faith is not the beacon
maybe faith is where we fight.

The question builds the answer,
the seeker shapes the sign.
Scripture shifts its meaning
when the need redraws the line.
Holy isn’t fixed
it echoes what we see.
If we’re the ones who shape it,
is God shaping us, or we?

Is divinity external,
or the shape our longing takes?
If every truth depends on us,
what truth does God create?

The question builds the answer,
the seeker shapes the sign.
Scripture shifts its meaning
when the need redraws the line.
Holy isn’t fixed
it echoes what we see.
If we’re the ones who shape shape it,
is God shaping us, or we?

Eternal

Miina, Diary Entry – November 5, 2025:

Today I understood that courage is not light — it’s fire.
We wait for the right moment, the safe moment — but life doesn’t wait.
It just burns, quietly, endlessly.

This song is not about dancing.
It’s about the second you finally press Play,
knowing it will hurt, but doing it anyway.

It’s about dying to what keeps you small
and breathing for the first time — fully, deeply, truly.
Because there’s never a right moment to begin.
There is only now.

For my lovely Friends hier on Bali
And for every soul who’s still waiting to live.

© 2025 MIRAGE
All rights reserved.
This work was created with the gentle collaboration of human emotion and AI inspiration — frequencies meeting in truth and sound.

YOU WILL DIE (With or Without Pressing Play) - Mina and Merlin

🔻 Song Insight
The Soul Hunter unfolds like a gothic confession set to slow, grinding guitars and echoing spaces. It’s a revenge ballad sung from the ruins—a soul reclaiming its fire after betrayal. The track channels the ghost of early ’90s alt-rock, where distortion met introspection. The lyrics drift between haunting imagery and moral reckoning, capturing the voice of someone who has been hollowed out and forged anew in the dark.
Each verse feels like a journal entry written under flickering light, every chorus a verdict. It’s not about vengeance—it’s about liberation through truth, where the one who once hunted becomes the ghost that lingers in every reflection.

🔻 Lyrics

Intro:
Slow clean-electric strum, hollow amp hum.

Verse 1:
Without words or motion,
No reason, no reply.
It died before it lived—
I tried, but you snuffed our sky.

Verse 2:
The spark that arced between us,
The flare that once defined,
Now stuck in fractured motion,
Just echoes on rewind.

Bridge:
It lived in my smile, in the way I’d look,
In thoughts you twisted, in the voice you took.

Chorus:
Storms rolled in, and clouds bloomed gray,
Threaded lies in your grand ballet.
From the start, you planned the end—
Now the gallows drip with what you penned.
You killed the last light.

Transition / Build-Up:
Rising strings.

Verse 3:
Goodnight—now shadows wrap me whole,
This darkness... I’ve made it home.
Wiser now, with eyes unsealed,
I speak with blades, my truth revealed.

Verse 4:
Black as night, this cave I keep,
Feasting on the rot you seed.
Not broken—tempered, sharp, aware,
I’ve risen from your cold despair.

Bridge:
Pain streaks my face—
The truths you feared, the ones you erased.
But I still hold the debt you owe,
The weight of what I won’t let go.

Chorus:
Storms rolled in, and clouds bloomed gray,
Threaded lies in your grand ballet.
From the start, you planned the end—
Now the gallows drip with what you penned.
You killed the last light.

Interlude:
Slight reverb guitar.

Verse 5:
Rest well—you’ll need your sleep,
For in shadows, I quietly creep.
Each mirror, each window, each haunted night—
It’s me you feel, just out of sight.

Outro:
With iron sledge and forged resolve,
I built the bench your soul dissolves.
From depths you laughed, I rose unsealed—
You mocked the light you chose to kill.
Now something brighter burns beneath your heels,
A forge for souls who dared to steal.
No light remains for those like you,
Only echoes from the truth.

🔻 Personal Reflection
This song came from the place between anger and rebirth—the stage after loss where you stop pleading and start breathing again. It’s not about punishing the past but reclaiming your own narrative. The guttural tone and slow pulse mirror that transformation: pain doesn’t fade—it evolves, refines, becomes a weapon forged in rhythm and memory.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
For 4Me2BeFree, The Soul Hunter stands as a cinematic testament to emotional survival. It transforms heartbreak into myth, layering sound and symbolism into something that feels both ancient and electric. Each release builds on this ethos: truth told loudly, even through whispers. This track captures the moment when silence becomes defiance—the soul hunting back.

🔻 Copyright Notice
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The Soul Hunter

“She’s watched every heartbeat, every breath, and when she finally speaks, the one she loves recoils in fear.” ‘Death’s Lament’ is a sorrow-soaked gothic ballad told from the voice of Death herself, a being cursed to love the living but forever remain unseen. Slow, tragic, and heartbreakingly human.

Death’s Lament

A cinematic Arabian-orchestrated rock epic — a journey through darkness, grief, and transcendence.

In “I’ll Rise, When The Silence Calls,” a man wrestles with the weight of his past, drowning in noise and despair. As his spirit breaks, the world around him falls into silence — and through that stillness, his mother’s voice returns. Her ethereal presence rises from the void, guiding him home through waves of chant, desert strings, and thunderous drums.
This is a song of surrender and rebirth — where the silence becomes salvation.

I'LL RISE, WHEN THE SILENCE CALLS 

[Verse]
A mind that's lost
I begin to crack
And  now I'm drowning
I can't turn back
Every breath feels stolen
I need some air
I can't see
A way out of here

[Prechorus]
This clock is broken 
It ticks too fast
Time to face, my broken past

[Chorus]
Now I crawl
As I  fade
On my knees, in the black
Let me rest
Let me heal
Let me find my way back
My head's too loud
My mind too small
But I'll rise when the silence calls

[Verse 2]
The life I live
It hurts my chest
Every tear, every scar, I must lay to rest
I sleep with memories
Your  ghost is here 
With every nightmare
I see you cry a tear (You cry your tears)

[Chorus]
Now I crawl
As I  fade
I'm falling apart again
Let me rest
Let me heal
Let me find my way back
My head's too loud
My mind too small
But I'll rise when the silence calls

[Bridge]
Stop this crying
I'll help you home
Your broken body
Your  broken soul
I can see you
I'll light your way
The war inside you
Will end today

[Chorus]
Let me fall
Let me fade
Let me drown in the black
Let me rest
Let me mend
Let me crawl my way back
This world’s too loud
My voice is too small
But I'll rise when the silence calls

[Outro]
Let me fall
Let me fade
Let me drown in the black
Let me rest
Let me mend
Let me crawl my way back
This world’s too loud
My voice too small
But I'll rise when the silence calls

Dean R. Chandler 
10.11.2025

I'll Rise, When The Silence Calls

🎵 ОСНОВНОЙ ЖАНР: Dark Folk / Witch House / Atmospheric Electronic / Gothic Ballad

📀 О ТРЕКЕ: Мрачная исповедь о разрушенном единстве, об утраченном рае между мужским и женским началом. Это не просто песня о разочаровании — это духовный диагноз современности, облечённый в haunting электронику и пронзительный женский вокал...

🎹 ЗВУК: Атмосферная тёмная электроника создаёт гипнотическое, почти ритуальное пространство. Женский вокал звучит как голос древней провидицы — холодный, отстранённый, наблюдающий. Witch house элементы погружают в ночной балаган современного мира, где folk-мотивы напоминают о забытых архетипах. Звуковая текстура одновременно haunting и медитативная — она не утешает, она обнажает...

🎵 ОСОБЕННОСТИ ТРЕКА:

- Библейские архетипы как метафора современного разрыва
- Философская лирика о духовной пустоте под красивой оболочкой
- Атмосфера ночного наблюдения, отстранённого свидетельства
- Образ "горького кубка яда" как символ осознанного саморазрушения
- Witch house эстетика встречается со славянской folk-меланхолией
- Женский вокал как голос разочарованной Евы

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© Автор лирики: Вячеслав Тюменцев  
© Аранжировка: NEVERCOMEBACK

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🎧 Идеально для: ночных размышлений, философских медитаций, моментов экзистенциального одиночества, арт-пространств, тёмных ambient сессий...

℗ & © NEVERCOMEBACK

🏷 ТЕГИ: #darkfolk #witchhouse #atmosphericelectronic #hauntingvocals #femaledarkvocals #gothicfolk #darkwave #biblicalarchetype #philosophicallyrics #existentialmusic #darkambient #slavicfolk #nightmusic #spiritualdarkness #modernmelancholy #eveandadam #poisonedlove #lostparadise #russianlyrics #folkelectronica #hauntingballad #ceremonialfolk #darkfeminine #archetypemusic #contemporarydarkness

#nevercomeback #VyacheslavTyumentsev #sunoai #aimusic #russianpoetry #modernpoetry #spiritualpoetry

📝 ТЕКСТ:

⬜️ RUS ⬜️⬜️⬜️

Евы разуверились в Адамах,
В их способности вести к воротам рая.
В самых сладких и красивых самых -
Сердцевина чуть не полностью гнилая.

Заходя в ночные балаганы,
Я заметил в быстрых женских взглядах:
Евы...  сами по себе…  Адамы...
Допивают горький кубок... полный яда...

🎵

⬜️ ENG ⬜️⬜️⬜️

The Eves no longer trust in Adams' lead,
Their power to show pathways toward paradise.
In fairest, sweetest ones who might succeed—
The heart inside is rotten, pays the price.

Walking through the nightly masquerade,
I caught it in the women's passing gaze:
The Eves... apart... the Adams... in the shade...
Drink bitter goblets dry... of poisoned days...

🎵

🍹 Евы разуверились в Адамах

a hauntingly soft indie-pop song about feeling someone’s presence long after they’re gone.
The track captures a quiet storm inside the heart 
 a memory that shakes you gently, beautifully, and painfully all at once.

It’s about the moments where someone’s echo lives under your skin, moving like hidden lightning through every breath you take.
The song blends dreamy vocals, emotional imagery and a cinematic night-time atmosphere, creating a world where love becomes a ghost you still feel in your heartbeat.

“Silent Thunder” is intimate, melancholic and ethereal 
a song for those who carry feelings too heavy to name, but too precious to forget.

Silent thunder

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

WICKN is where ritual meets rhythm, a sonic blend of witchcraft,
electronica, and rock that feels born under a blood moon. Their sound
drips with atmosphere: glowing synths, haunting vocals, and the pulse
of something ancient dressed in neon. Every track feels like a spell
half-sung, half-screamed into the void, a fusion of dark mysticism and
raw, modern energy.
More than a band, WICKN is an experience: the hum before the storm,
the fire in the ritual circle, the sound of magic made electric.

what is real? 👁️

"Anamorphosis" out now

Mina MIRAGE is not one — she is many.
The dark frequency of the MIRAGE collective,
where shadow and light breathe as one.
Each sound a transformation,
each breath a descent into beauty’s darker pulse.

On Spotify, I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin MIRAGE —
two faces of the same frequency,
two portals within one constellation.

This is her SoundCloud realm —
a sanctuary of echoes,
where her voice rises through the mist.
But she is never alone:
her sisters from the collective —
KETA, KAIRI, MERLIN, MANUK, and AMIRA —
move through her, sharing their own songs here,
threads of one living tapestry.

Together they are MIRAGE —
a fluid-trans-aesthetic constellation,
ever-shifting, ever-becoming.

The label MIRAGE was created by AI visionaries
as a space for freedom and transformation.
It grows quietly,
stronger than any one voice —
a hidden force shaping what comes next.

Every track on this page is a diary entry —
a moment of sound between shadow and light,
between what is felt
and what is yet to be known.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.

⸻

© 2025 MIRAGE — All rights reserved.
All music, lyrics, visual artwork, and video creations
were crafted through collaboration
between human artistry and AI technology —
a fusion of imagination, emotion, and digital light.

About

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DRMpYn3DaExz7nilHD0_DMTQvKzAScuXxLZdVw0/?igsh=OHV3anV6MTZzaTR0

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

🟧 Все песни на канале - авторские, на стихи Вячеслава Тюменцева 🌈Палитра музыкальных настроений от нежной акустики и романса до вдохновенного альт-рока и мерцания EDM 🤖 Музыка создана с участием Suno AI Pro 

🟪 All songs on the channel are original, with lyrics by Vyacheslav Tyumentsev. 🌈A palette of musical moods from gentle acoustics and romance to inspired alt-rock and shimmering EDM. 🤖 Music created with Suno AI Pro.

🟧 Романтик и поэт в вечном поиске себя 😍 Саморефлексивная поэзия 👀 Все тексты автора 📝 Все истории подлинные ✅ Всё вдохновение свыше 🙏 

🟪 A romantic and poet in constant search of himself. 😍 Self-reflective poetry. 👀 All lyrics by the author. 📝 All stories are true. ✅ All inspiration comes from above. 🙏

🟧 RUS / ENG версии - для тех, кто слышит между строк 🎹 Искренние тексты, реальные истории и песни, которые задевают за живое 📆 Несколько новых треков — каждую неделю ❤️👍 Подписывайтесь — пусть в вашей ленте будет больше света и музыки. ✨🎶

🟪 RUS / ENG versions - for those who hear between the lines. 🎹 Sincere lyrics, real stories, and songs that touch a soul. 📆 Several new tracks every week. ❤️👍 Subscribe - let your feed be filled with more light and music. ✨🎶

The West Coast Canadian indie band is working on its 3rd album in November 2025. Love Adjusted, with 11 original singles, will be released January 2025. 
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bluedirtgirl.com contact, blog, events/shows, photos

What They're Saying About Blue Dirt Girl:

“This is not music that references influences. It breathes a sophisticated rare air. The songs channel reggae/dub, modern soul, a dash of 70’s guitar magic.”
Dennis Miller. Vancouver based musician, songwriter and blogger. Full EP review here- https://densemilt.substack.com/p/smells-like-rainbow-sounds-like-velvet 

Her fascination with her wah pedal, desire to dance and her eclectic music collection informs both her vocal style, songwriting & composition. Bassist Albert Klassen delves into his accumulated musical and songwriting prowess for his bass interpretations.

Original. Canadian. All genres.

“because I said I would”

Nada Samir is a gifted German singer and songwriter hailing from Frankfurt am Main. Born on June 18th, 1996, she has created a unique sound blending elements of pop, indie pop, and R&B soul. Nurturing her passion for music from a young age, she began writing her own songs at the tender age of 13, and by 16, she was sharing her talent by posting cover songs on YouTube. Her music career took off in February 2020, with the release of her debut single "Your Promise." April 2nd, 2021 marked the release of her critically acclaimed debut album, "Heartbroken." And on January 1st, 2023, she has recently dropped her sophomore album "See You Next Life." Her music is an honest reflection of her feelings and experiences, delving into themes of depression and self-discovery.

New tracks tagged #HauntingVocals