A haunting yet hopeful reflection on the chaos of our modern world, “Human Soul Pollution” dives deep into the spiritual cost of apathy, hate, and disconnection.

Blending dark synth textures, cinematic percussion, and emotionally charged vocals, DREWBY delivers a gripping anthem for awakening — a cry for compassion in an age of confusion.

🎧 Listen if you like: alternative pop, synthwave, indie electronica, or artists who turn reflection into rebellion.

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Human. Soul. Pollution.

TheSteVoh – SOCIAL ECHOES

Genre: Melodic Glitch Hop, Cinematic Dubstep, Electronic Rock
Language(s): English
Mood: Defiant, reflective, emotional, empowering

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Social Echoes - Chapter 17

“History’s Ghost” is a modern-folk reflection on how today’s chaos echoes the past. From Dust Bowl winds to data streams, the song moves through fear, division, and global unrest—yet returns to a single truth: we’ve survived hard times before, and love still rises when the world feels upside down.

HIstory's Ghost

“The Swimmer” is an emotional, yet light-hearted and upbeat, indie-folk song about escaping into suburban comfort while the world spins outside the fence. Inspired by John Cheever’s The Swimmer, it blends acoustic warmth with cinematic storytelling about isolation, anxiety, and trying to stay connected beyond our own bubbles.

The Swimmer

“Valley of Death” descends into a world of emotional numbness, isolation, and inner collapse. With cold industrial metal grit and a crushing atmosphere, the track explores a mind stripped of warmth, identity, and hope.
Blood turns to ice, silence becomes home, and the self disappears into a fog of hate and twisted fate.
This song is a journey through the darker side of existence — a place where peace never comes and grace can’t survive.

Turn it up and step into the valley.

Valley of Death

The Inspiration: Fading Futility
"Eye to Eye" was born from the frustrating realisation that modern digital courtship has become fundamentally flawed. Our parents didn't exchange weeks of messages via snail mail to 'get to know each other' before a first date—that would have been absurd then and still is today. Yet, in the age of dating apps, we engage in the futile practice of exchanging dozens of edited, filtered messages, mistakenly believing we are building a genuine connection. This song argues that beyond initial contact, chemistry, integrity, and intent (to avoid being scammed or wasting time) can only be judged in person. The screen acts as a safe, but ultimately dishonest, shield.

Lyrical Choice & Core Message
The lyrics are structured to deliver a clear call-to-action:

V1 & V2 establish the contrast between the high-risk, honest connections of the past and the safety of digital scripting.

The verses focus on the sensory details lost online—the unrehearsed tears, the tensing shoulders, the little catch in the voice, and the body language that whispers the truth.

The explosive chorus drives home the ultimate thesis: "If you wanna really know me, we don't need one more try, the only real way to speak is eye-to-eye." It's a plea to stop hiding behind the keyboard and embrace the messy, beautiful reality of human presence.

LYRICS

Verse 1]
My granddad used to tell me tales from sixty years ago,
Of a nervous first encounter, a real-life coffee show.
There was no delete button if he said something too bold,
Just the simple, beating moment, a story being told.
They didn't exchange addresses and then become pen-pals,
No two weeks of typing out their dreams within these digital walls.
They saw the smile, the little twitch, the way the hands would shake,
Before the first big breath and the simple risk they had to take.

[Pre-chorus]
But we're stuck in this endless message game,
An interview process, staring at a screen what a shame.
We're trading perfect paragraphs and scripted conversation,
Building up a phantom person through sheer imagination.
The words don't carry weight, and the laugh is just a font,
I need the unscripted truth of what a real person wants.

[Chorus]
'Cause you can't read a soul in a text thread that you send,
You only know a person when the long charade must end.
I need the awkward silence, the sudden, spontaneous reaction,
The truth is in the eye line, not the perfect caption.
If you wanna really know me, we don't need one more try,
The only real way to speak is eye-to-eye.
So put the phone face down, let me see your face instead,
Body language whispers louder than the best thing you've ever said.

[Verse 2]
We can talk about our futures, our habits, and our fears,
But the truth's not in the dictionary, it's the unrehearsed tears.
I wanna see the way your shoulders tense when I cross a certain line,
Or how your eyes get wide when you finally realise you've crossed mine.
'Cause when the Wi-Fi’s bad, you can just rewind the page,
But in this seat right now, there's no going back at this stage.
I’m looking for the tiny tells, the little catch in your voice,
The things you can't control, the genuine, honest choice.

[Pre-chorus: repeat the Pre-chorus]

[Chorus: repeat the chorus]

[Bridge]
And I know that it's safer, hiding behind a glow,
To pre-write your rejection, to take it really slow.
I know the online promise feels like a guaranteed kind of win,
But real life is messy, and that's where we begin.
So forget the perfect profile, the pictures that you chose,
I'm asking you to trust the feeling, and stand right on your toes.
Stop saving up your stories, stop polishing the text,
Let’s throw out the script right now, and see what happens next

[Chorus: repeat the chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, the only real way to speak is eye-to-eye
Look me in the eye
Just look me in the eye

Eye to Eye

A playful trap-rap satire about money, markets and modern life
Where every snack costs your soul and even hunger’s gone digital.

BlackRock’s Blackjack (don’t forget to eat)

Isang protesta-rap / spoken poetry tungkol sa araw-araw na hirap ng ordinaryong Pilipino: nars na sumisigaw sa kakulangan at mababang sweldo, presyong hindi bumababa, ayudang nauuwi sa tarpaulin, at mga proyektong “multo” sa papel habang baha at gutom ang totoo.
Sa kantang ’to, binabaliktad ang propaganda: hindi usok ang gamot—gising ang bayan ang lunas.
“Kung ‘bukas’ ang sagot nila… ngayon ang sigaw natin.”


A protest rap / spoken-word track calling out the gap between public promises and real life: underpaid nurses keeping people alive, rising prices that never come down, “aid” that exists only on posters, and budget projects that feel like ghosts while communities drown in floods and hunger.
This song pushes back against PR and press-conference medicine—because smoke can’t heal a nation. Awareness can.
“If their answer is always ‘tomorrow’… our shout is today.”

🎶 Produced, edited, and mastered by: © 2025 White Studios 
✍️ Writer & Composer: Anthony White 
🎵 In cooperation with, and licensed by Suno Music Inc. 
© All rights reserved — White Studios 
🎶 A heartfelt project crafted with passion and precision — bringing raw emotion to life through sound.

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Usok ng Malacañang

CIRCUS is the title track of the virtual dark K-pop group Pragma Five.
This song explores masks, pressure, and the pain beneath the makeup.

Circus

ZOMBIE — a dark, post-apocalyptic track by the virtual K-pop group Pragma Five. 
This isn’t a “fun zombie” song; it’s a social metaphor. Humans become zombies not because of a virus, but because of the system. 


Zombie

Switching from journaling to poetry and now lyrics for songs. A natural evolution for my experiences and reflections. Turning experiences, emotions, events and reflections into lyrics is a therapeutic process for me. My career path has given me a keen interest in human and social psychology, both in myself and others, which is reflected in some of my themes. The lyrics are my own but as I am not a performer I use AI to generate the music and vocals to provide an example of how I interpret the songs. As with any composed lyrics they are open to the interpretation of the performer.

The Architect of the Well: My Argument for Creative Integrity
As a songwriter and author, I have always believed that the heart of a song resides in its narrative DNA. My lyrics are my own; they are heartfelt, personal, and born from the salt and granite of my own experience. They are the "truth" I draw from An Tobár—the well of my heritage.
When I use Artificial Intelligence, I do not see it as a replacement for the artist. I see it as a digital session band.

The Lyric is the Master
In my process, the lyric is the primary source. Just as a poet remains the owner of a poem regardless of who recites it, I remain the architect of the song. AI cannot feel the "stony grey soil" of a Monaghan field or the mist on the Twelve Bens; it can only reflect the instructions I give it. The soul of the work is locked in the ink before the first note is ever generated.

The Art of the Veto
There is a fear in the industry that AI is a "push-button" solution. For me, it is an exercise in infinite interpretation. I often have a specific "ear" for how a song should sound—a certain grit, a particular lilt, or a haunting resonance. I might generate dozens of versions, rejecting them one by one because they lack the "mouth-feel" that I intend. My integrity lies in that selection. I am the conductor, the director, and the final judge. I only settle on the version that resonates with the truth of my words.

A Tool for the Modern Pilgrim
I consider my use of AI no different than choosing a specific guitar or inviting a friend to provide feedback on a melody. It is a tool for development. By "tuning" the algorithm to respect the phonetics and the pace of my tradition, I am ensuring that the technology serves the culture, rather than the other way around.
My journey is one of self-searching. I admire the greats like Kavanagh not by imitating their tools, but by mirroring their honesty. Whether my "interpretation" is played by a five-piece band or a neural network, the signature is mine. The heart remains human. The words remain "Naked."

If you’re into variety and vibes instead of just one genre, you’re in the right place. 🎧

DREWBY is a Washington D.C.-based synthwave and pop project created by songwriter and producer Drew Jenkinson. Focused on storytelling and strong lyricism, the project blends retro-inspired textures with modern pop energy to create immersive, cinematic soundscapes. Through DREWBY, Jenkinson channels his songwriting and production into a distinct sonic identity that celebrates both nostalgia and contemporary innovation.

Where flowers dream and waves remember.

Bloomirae’s music is a soothing mix of poetic lyrics, warm tones, historical accounts, and ocean-inspired textures. Music for slow mornings, long nights, and everything in between.

Fear’s expensive, peace is cheap,
Scroll too long, your soul don’t sleep.
I cut the noise, the current deep,
Plug to love, let spirit leap.

#YOLO

Anthony White is a songwriter and producer from Romania with a background in DJing, guitar performance, and local band work. His music blends personal storytelling with urban textures and emotional depth. Drawing from past studio experience and live performance roots, he now focuses on crafting reflective, bilingual tracks that speak to memory, resilience, and everyday truth.

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