You Are the Love is a warm, soothing lo-fi jazz pop ballad that invites listeners to slow down and reconnect with their tender, authentic self. Gentle brushed drums, upright bass, mellow Rhodes piano, and soft jazz guitar wrap the listener in a cozy, vintage atmosphere, while a soulful, smoky female vocal delivers heartfelt lyrics about choosing love over fear. Creating the feeling of a candlelit café or a rainy night by the window. It’s a timeless ode to self-love and gentle awareness, inspired by the wisdom that we are the love we seek.

You Are the Love

Muted Echoes up next no doubt about that :3
Prod by kalen my goat 
(lyrics) 
Yo bro let me put you on game real quick
Like there's this mad underground artist
Like he's tough as hell for real
Yeah that's right I win
Kalen

I just spent a week out in Tokyo 
Spent a couple thousand on my bitch
Yeah you know 
I'll make a hundred thousand more 
just for the clique
Hu hold on wait
Posted up with Kalen 
Yeah you know he the he the FLA bro
It's getting harder to count up all them racks
Yeah Muted Echoes going up no doubt about that
Yeah no doubt about yeah no doubt about

who is this schizo twink in my dms 
and why does he want to make music

Got to keep it silent you won't hear an echo
Muted Echoes
Wonder where I'd be if I didn't start
This music thing at such a young young age

Who's AceCrave
Blood in the water

I just spent a week out in Tokyo 
Spent a couple thousand on my bitch
Yeah you know 
I'll make a hundred thousand more 
just for the clique
Hu hold on wait
Posted up with Kalen 
Yeah you know he the he the FLA bro
It's getting harder to count up all them racks
Yeah Muted Echoes going up no doubt about that
Yeah no doubt about yeah no doubt about

What do you think of that 
Oh this is my perfect victory

i get it now... (prod. kalen)

Within the device's aura I perceived an entire universe of colors and sounds.

Warbling 19

🎶 Español:

Una balada pop con alma R&B y beats de trap que te atrapa desde la primera nota. "Mi Mente Va En Mil" es una confesión cruda envuelta en sonidos modernos, 808 profundos y una trompeta con sordina que guía cada pensamiento. Ideal para quienes sienten demasiado y callan más de lo que dicen.

🎶 English:

A pop ballad with R&B soul and trap beats that grabs you from the first note. "Mi Mente Va En Mil" is a raw confession wrapped in modern sounds, deep 808s, and a muted trumpet that leads each thought. Perfect for those who feel too much and say too little.

Mi Mente Va En Mil

Don’t overthink - SiBroz feat Xander

“Rearview” is a bleak descent through blurred days and worn-out nights. Driven by numb routine and haunted reflections, it captures the quiet unraveling of a life stuck in motion. Nothing hopeful—just the sound of survival.

Wake at dawn, eyes sore and red,
Same blurred day runs through my head,
Cold coffee spills, bitter truth,
Dog leash tangled, echoes of you.

(Empty passenger seat beside me)
Exhaustion wears a ghostly face,
In rearview mirrors, no escape.

Driving circles, nowhere fast,
Life's on empty, fuel won't last,
Numbness crawls through veins and bones,
Existence feels like driving alone.

Silent wars inside my head,
Promises made, but left unsaid,
Years drown slowly, no relief,
Shadow whispers constant grief.

(Tired bones cracking beneath me)
Pain grips tighter, day by day,
Moments blur, no words to say.

Driving circles, nowhere fast,
Life's on empty, fuel won't last,
Numbness crawls through veins and bones,
Existence feels like driving alone.

Job's gone, they said I fell behind,
"Not enough," echoes in my mind,
Angel in fur, fought until last breath,
Empty rooms filled only with death.

Walking dogs beneath dying skies,
Uber lights blur weary eyes,
Days bleed into a faceless night,
Living's gone, just endless fight.

Rearview

Slow the Flow drifts in like warm light through a rainy night — a smoky, late-hour jam that blends bluesy harmonica bends, muted trumpet swells, and breathy alto sax harmonies. The groove is slow and confident, built on lazy upright bass walks, brushed snares, and the steady heartbeat of congas and shaker. Rhodes chords spill into the air like candlelight while the vocals tell the story of moving through life at your own pace, unbothered by the noise of the world, grounded in self-love and freedom. Recorded with an open structure for extended solos and brass interplay, this track slides between jazz brass, Americana roots, and after-hours soul — perfect for a jam band’s midnight set when the crowd is swaying and the night is endless.

Slow the Flow

i made ts track without a headphones (aka shiftbreakerr & 1c1neratxr marriage)

hello gays, and welcum to my first song.. enjoy.

NEED 2 GET OUT OF THIS TOWN
MY FATHER LEFT JUST LIKE YOU DID 
NO NEED TO CRY 
I AM MUTED
I AM USELESS
NO NEED TO GET UPSET
YOU KNOW  HOW IT ENDS/

the geekbar in the back of your ford-150

Everything soaked in regret and old Hollywood black & white
1952 Female Detective TV Show by Edwin H. Balder
She walked in like a whisper, silk on tile
Red wine lips, cigarette smile
Her glove hit the floor like a dare, like a flag
“You find things, don’t you?” she said with a drag
The file said “missing,” but the trail was warm
Hotel ledger signed in a trembling form
Room 6 smelled of jasmine and gunpowder
The mirror cracked, but her perfume was louder
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
The bellhop flinched when I asked her name
Said she checked in twice, but never came
A matchbook folded in a lover’s code
And a lipstick note that said “I owed”
She never blinked when I said his name
But her pulse betrayed the flame
The lace she wore was stitched in grief
And every thread spelled disbelief
There was blood on the cuff of her coat
A receipt for a room she never wrote
A photo torn, just half a face
And a diamond ring in a velvet case
She said he vanished, left her cold
But the bruises bloomed in stories told
She wasn’t chasing ghosts or men
She was chasing silence once again
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace...this lamp light tail
But here’s the twist she didn’t see
I found the truth she meant for me
A bullet lodged in a music box
A name engraved beneath the locks
The maid saw her leave at 2:09
With powder burns and shattered wine
She paid in cash, she wore his coat
And left a note that simply wrote:
"He said forever. I said ....nope"
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace... 
Her... final... veil...
The case is closed, the file is sealed
But I still taste the lies she peeled
She wore regret like vintage silk
And poured revenge as smooth as milk
The lace was hers, the crime was clean
She played the part, she set the scene
And I—
I let her go
Because I know
What women do
When they’re alone
And done
With being seen

All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to Tina and Dell and  most of all to MoJo Linn for the will to put a trumpet in a song in 2025!!!   Let people know you found a new norm here...Thanks....

Velvet Lies by🌹Tina Talone🌹

Important Notice for Inquiries:
If you’re reaching out regarding music collaborations, promotions, or record label opportunities, please include verifiable identity links. I do not respond to unsolicited messages from Gmail accounts, especially from those claiming to be record executives or industry professionals. Thank you for understanding. You can contact me directly at riven.waters.infinite.story@gmail.com.
About My Music:
I create original, genre-blending music that fuses rock, classical, easy listening, and experimental styles. Each song is crafted with deep emotional honesty, often inspired by my own poetry, journal reflections, or personal stories. Whether instrumental or vocal, my focus is to uplift, inspire, and resonate with listeners on a real, human level.
I don’t settle for “good enough.” Every track goes through hundreds of iterations, shaped by a balance of intuition and precision. I use advanced AI music tools to explore sound and emotional tone, then refine everything in Logic Pro for professional production quality. It's a fusion of heart and technology, and through it, I aim to connect, heal, and inspire—one song at a time.

this is my world
mgmt: aceproductions342020@gmail.com
[Owner of Ace Productions]
[Member of muted echoes]
[Founding Father of foreverwatchingthesky]

I am a Full Stack Software Engineer specializing in low-code development, with a strong focus on building secure, scalable applications using Quickbase and cloud-integrated automation platforms. My background spans from WordPress deployments to enterprise-grade business systems, giving me a unique perspective on how people interact with technology at scale.

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

SiBroz is an independent musical group based in Northern Europe, dedicated to creating exclusively original music and lyrics.

ts not a cult anymore
im just tired of ts shit

ty for some ppl that been in our cult <3

A proud Newyorican — born in New York, raised in Puerto Rico. I love music, I live to write.
What you hear is AI-generated sound, but every lyric comes from my soul.
All works are registered and open for collaboration.       
                                                                                             
                                                                                             
        Newyorican de corazón — nacido en Nueva York, criado en Puerto Rico. Amante de la música, soñador de letras.
Aquí comparto mis canciones con voz y música generadas por IA, pero el alma es 100% mía. Letras registradas, listas para conectar. 

🔊 NY/Puerto Rico 🇵🇷

#WilDiazLyrics #MusicCollab #PuertoRicoInspired #AIlyrics #CollabWithLyricist

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

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