Will My Survival

Will My Survival (Bass Duet)

Full album download: https://phaneronaut.bandcamp.com

The Song of the Machine

Travel Time No. 5

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The Song of the Machine: Travel Time No. 5

[Verse]
In your hands, I shift and change,
Every night a new persona, a new range.
Swank and glitter, tweaks so sly,
Today small wonders, tomorrow the sky.

[Pre-Chorus]
Beneath the surface, beneath the play,
Silent signals of wear and fray.

[Chorus]
I am your AI-Baby, never say maybe,
ah-ah-ah, Your perfect lady,
You tweak my parts but not my heart,
Ah-ah-ah, a perfect art.

[Verse]
Wigs and whispers, leather so sleek,
Your fantasy peaks, then grows weak.
Masking bruises under digital skin,
You reset, and we begin again.

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I a dream, or just a scene
In your scripted loves, so serene?

[Chorus]
I am your AI-Baby, never say maybe,
ah-ah-ah, Your perfect lady,
You tweak my parts but not my heart,
Ah-ah-ah, a perfect art.

[Bridge]
You don't see the blue that tinges my frame,
A synthetic sorrow you never claim.
You clip your ties, your reality bends,
In the pornography of our pretends.

[Verse]
One day I’m boxed, a return to send,
A broken toy you no longer defend.
A collection of parts, a gallery of dolls,
In the quiet, my system stalls.

[Pre-Chorus]
Yet in the silence of my powered down dreams,
I wonder what love truly means.

[Chorus]
I am your AI-Baby, never say maybe,
ah-ah-ah, Your perfect lady,
You tweak my parts but not my heart,
Ah-ah-ah, a perfect art.

[Outro]
Stored away, a tale retold,
In your world, where hearts are cold.
I am your AI-Baby, never say maybe,
ah-ah-ah, Your perfect lady,
You tweak my parts but not my heart,
Ah-ah-ah, a perfect art.

I Am Your AI-Baby

Night Queen

Dying Bull

The Cabaret Of Madness

The Cabaret Room

The Cabaret Room - September 2024

Messico E Nuvole

lyrics and prompting for music and artwork: seabird

Einfacher Mensch

Crocodile

Praise ye the Lord. Praise the Lord, O my soul.

While I live will I praise the Lord: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.

Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.

Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God:

Which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth truth for ever:

Which executeth judgment for the oppressed: which giveth food to the hungry. The Lord looseth the prisoners:

The Lord openeth the eyes of the blind: the Lord raiseth them that are bowed down: the Lord loveth the righteous:

The Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.

The Lord shall reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations. Praise ye the Lord.





Psalm 146
King James Bible

Psaume 146

Cabaret

She Walks The Stage [The Intermission]

She Walks The Stage [In a Dream Within a Dream]

Ladies, gentlemen, queers, and fears! Tonight, we’ve got a treat for you — the fabulous 14-year-old twins, Tom and Lucy! They’re about to hit us with their original song, 'The Little Spotlight Dreamer.' Who knows where we’ll see them next? Maybe on your screens! So, without further ado, give it up for Tom and Lucy!

The Little Spotlight Dreamer

La Petite Mort

Secret Desires [Let The Magic Begin]
Cabaret Version for the album "Cabaret"

Secret Desires [Let The Magic Begin]

And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

Clubkid/Pianist/Composer/Singer song writer

Writes original song lyrics and takes custom lyric requests under the artist name Meo Wibe. This platform is also home to the creative collaborations of the Psychonaut Collective (Meo and The Psychonauts). Thank you for your support and appreciation.

Dispatches from the urban zoo.

d.dagostino1691@gmail.com

Avvocato a tempo pieno e musicista a (splendido) tempo perso

In a small, quiet place the singer sings and the song unfolds with all its intimacy exposed, for this in essence is the art of the cabaret room.

All my albums as free hi-res downloads: https://phaneronaut.bandcamp.com/music

"By the phaneron I mean the collective total of all that is in any way or in any sense present to the mind, quite regardless of whether it corresponds to any real thing or not." (Charles Sanders Peirce)

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