[Bridge]
Floating higher, where dreams convene
In the ether, our hearts glean
Every moment, stitched in air
As we surrender to the rare

[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me in
In this dream, where we begin
Floating softly, losing time
In a love that's so divine
 
[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me in
In a space where we begin
Floating softly, losing time
In a love that's so divine

[Outro]
As the light slowly breaks the night
Know our dreams will take their flight
Even when the sun must shine
In our hearts, you're still mine

[Verse 1]
Whispers float through the night sky
Caught in a moment so sublime
Everything's softly aglow now
When you are around
Not a shadow to block my way
In this dream we together lay
[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me in
In a space where we begin
Floating softly, losing time
In a love that's so divine
[Verse 2]
Daydreams linger with your scent
Eyes that shine with intent
Cradled close under the stars
Nothing's ever felt this far
All the colors intertwine
As we dance without a sign
[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me in
In a space where we begin
Floating softly, losing time
In a love that's so divine
[Bridge]
In this realm we’ll stay intertwined
Bound by dreams, hearts aligned
Every heartbeat echoes clear
As the world just disappears
[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me in
In a space where we begin
Floating softly, losing time
In a love that's so divine

[Verse 3]
In the twilight, where shadows play
We drift along, come what may
With every sigh, we paint the night
In hues of love, soft and bright

[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me in
In this dream, where we begin
Floating softly, losing time
In a love that's so divine
 
[Verse 4]
Through the echoes of our laughter,
In the quiet, we get after,
Moments wrapped in silver threads,
Whispers linger where we tread.

[Chorus]
Oh, the way you pull me near,
In the silence where we're clear,
Floating softly, softly sigh,
In a love that knows no why.

Intertwined in Dreams

[Verse 1]
Floating on clouds, I drift slow
Lost in the whispers of midnight glow
Every thought feels surreal here
When you’re far away, it’s unclear
Shadows dance in the soft light
Chasing hopes that stay in sight
[Chorus]
Dream sweet, don’t fade away
Stay here, let the stars play
In this tender, fragile space
Hold me close in this embrace
[Verse 2]
Waves of color, I close my eyes
Painting a world where silence lies
Echoes of laughter in the breeze
Wrapped in warmth, we float with ease
Time suspends in a gentle rift
Every heartbeat, a cherished gift
[Chorus]
Dream sweet, don’t fade away
Stay here, let the stars play
In this tender, fragile space
Hold me close in this embrace
[Bridge]
In this dream, let’s disappear
Dancing softly, without fear
With every sigh, the night reveals
A love so deep, it heals and heals
[Chorus]
Dream sweet, don’t fade away
Stay here, let the stars play
In this tender, fragile space
Hold me close in this embrace

Tender Embrace

“Borrowed Light” drifts through the emotional afterglow — a Chillwave meditation on moments that shine, even if they weren’t ours to keep. With hazy synths, slow-burn beats, and a nostalgic shimmer, this track feels like watching someone else’s memories through frosted glass. It’s tender, distant, and quietly radiant.

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Borrowed Light

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In the gardens of twilight
Where whispers dance softly
We held on to what we lost
Memories like shadows
Fading in the moonlight
Fading in the moonlight


We drift in time
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk



Do you feel the silence
Where laughter used to live
The world turns cold, but
In dreams, I keep you close
We chase the ghosts we knew
We chase the ghosts we knew



And I think we drift
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

Through the noise of the night
We swayed, we fell apart
But in the heart of the dark
You linger, like a spark

We drift in time
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk


In the quiet, we gather
All the pieces we’ve lost
With every fragile heartbeat
We’ll navigate the frost


And I think we drift
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk
 

In reflections of twilight
Where the stars spill their tears
I whisper to the shadows
Your name is all I hear


So we drift in time
Ohh, searching for the echoes
In dreams we find
Mended hearts at dusk

chasing shadows

We Drift in Time

I need your light

🎧 Another Sunday Morning (Slow Version)
Genre: Downtempo × Lo-Fi House × Ambient Pop
Mood: Soft • Reflective • Warm • Bittersweet
Vocal: Gentle, processed, vocoder-wrapped
Tempo: Slow & steady — like time stretching with the light

☕✨ Peaceful mornings aren't always peaceful inside.

This is the slow-blooming version of "Another Sunday Morning" —
a quiet, melancholy meditation on comfort, stillness, and the strange emptiness that sometimes follows everything going right.

Lo-fi pads, filtered textures, soft delay, and a warm vocal flow melt together like sunlight on a cool kitchen floor. A track for open windows, barefoot walks, and tea that never finishes.

🕊️ For listeners who love:
– Bonobo in slow motion
– Robotic lullabies for grown-ups
– The sound of thoughts wrapped in synth

🎶 Hook:
Another… Sunday… Morning…
(looped, gentle, just a little too quiet to ignore)

Lyrics:

The light slips in through cotton glass,
A hush wrapped in a golden pass.
The birds repeat their woven tune,
But I still float in yesterday’s room.

No worries knocking at my door,
No flames, no noise, no need for more.
I asked the stars to make me whole —
But woke up feeling almost full.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
Nothing feels too heavy,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The silence isn’t empty,
But something feels like stalling —
I breathe, I wait, I wonder —
Another Sunday morning.

The table hums in lemon light,
My mirror blinks — it slept all night.
The house behaves, the breeze is mild,
But something deep remains exiled.

The air is soft, the stillness sweet,
But there's a rhythm I don’t meet.
Like joy was meant to knock today —
But turned around and lost its way.

Maybe peace just means no sound,
But silence isn’t solid ground.
Maybe joy won’t shout or sing —
It just forgets its offering.

The coffee warms my fingers,
The sunlight’s softly pouring —
No storm, no crash, no answer,
Just… another Sunday morning.

The sky is clear with waiting,
The heart is still exploring —
I smile into the silence —
Another Sunday morning.

Another… Sunday… Morning…
Another… another… Sunday… Morning…

Another Sunday Morning (Slow Version)

A mellow reinterpretation of "Pulse of Now," this chilled remix slows the tempo and softens the edges. With ambient textures, lo-fi percussion, and a relaxed groove, it’s perfect for unwinding, studying, or late-night listening.

Pulse of Now (Chilled Remix)

Reflection

"Our Bodies Glide" is a smooth, sultry deep house experience infused with trance energy and luxurious emotional depth. With a BPM between 133–135, the track moves like silk across a lit dancefloor—effortlessly fusing shimmering synths, soulful female vocals, and a liquid bassline that pulses beneath each breath. Built for intimacy and flow, the track balances sensuality with club-readiness. Fans of Nora En Pure, Pete Bellis, and Goldroom will fall into its hypnotic rhythm and elegant production. This is the sound of chemistry—measured, magnetic, and made to move you.

Our Bodies Glide

Silence

A slow-burning night where strangers become something more.
Soft pads drift like smoke, lo-fi textures hum beneath the skin, and reverb-soaked male vocals breathe every moment into the air.
It’s the sound of a living room gone weightless, of laughter turning into whispers, of the quiet pause before leaning in. The world outside fades until there’s nothing left but shapes, shadows, heat, and breath.

Press play, let the glow wrap around you, and stay here until the morning light returns.

Lyrics:

We start as strangers in the glow
Friends on a sofa, TV low
Your laugh still lingers in my chest
But something’s pulling me the rest

I trace your shoulders in the dark
Neck, your chin, that gentle spark
Eyes meet, the air begins to bend
I lean in slow… we cross the end

And the night unfolds, skin on skin
Shapes and shadows, pulling in
Heat and breath, no need for words
Until the morning light returns

Buttons loosen, shirts fall free
My hands learn your geometry
Your mouth tastes sweeter every time
The room is gone — we blur the line

Two in one, the rhythm climbs
Moans like waves in midnight time
Every heartbeat, every sigh
We let it go, we don’t ask why

And the night unfolds, skin on skin
Shapes and shadows, pulling in
Heat and breath, no need for words
Until the morning light returns

Over and over, the world erased
Lost in the fire we’ve traced
And still we move, we never tire
’Til morning melts the night’s desire

Until the Morning Light

"No signal Tonight" blends soft rock, synth-pop, and atmospheric 80s hooks in a brooding track about emotional disconnection. Inspired by Genesis and the moody side of pop rock, it combines gated drums, electric piano, and neon-lit imagery for a nostalgic yet timeless sound. A perfect fit for synth-pop playlists exploring longing and loss.

No Signal Tonight

There are days when the city feels weightless…
and yet, everything around you presses down.
The air is thick, the clouds stay frozen,
and somewhere between glass walls and humming escalators,
you start to wonder if time has stopped breathing.

This track drifts inside that fragile space —
where summer dreams dissolve into neon reflections,
where you stand still but the world keeps moving,
and every sound feels like it belongs to another life.

It’s not about where you are.
It’s about where your thoughts take you.
Somewhere between escape and surrender,
between the noise outside and the quiet inside.

Put on your headphones.
Turn the city into a memory.
Let yourself disappear for a while.

Lyrics:

Weißt du, manchmal hab ich das Gefühl,
der Himmel bleibt heute einfach stehen …
Schwere Wolken über meiner Stadt,
als wollten sie fort,
doch sie bleiben hier.

Alle wollen los,
alle wollen frei …
Motorhauben glühen,
Sommerträume ziehen vorbei.

Und die Wolken,
die Wolken zieh’n nicht …
Und die Straßen,
sie atmen noch nicht …
Alle wollen weg,
doch keiner weiß wohin.
Vielleicht bleib ich hier.
Vielleicht bleib ich hier.

Heute kein Grillhuhn, kein Park,
nur das Summen von Glas und Rolltreppen.
Shoppingcenter-Luft,
fremd und still,
Truthahnsteaks, “all you can eat” …
kleine Fluchten,
zwischen Klimaanlagen und Neonlicht.

Ohh … ohhh … ohhh …

Und die Wolken,
die Wolken zieh’n nicht …
Und die Straßen,
sie atmen noch nicht …
Alle wollen weg,
doch keiner weiß wohin.
Vielleicht bleib ich hier …
Vielleicht bleib ich hier.

Vielleicht bleib ich hier …
Vielleicht bleib ich hier …
Vielleicht bleib ich …

Clouds Don’t Move

Noise

Ever wondered what it feels like to star in your own soap opera where absolutely nothing happens? This smooth pop anthem is basically that — the soundtrack to your coffee burning, your tuna-can lunch judging you, and the eternal suspense of waiting for “it” (whatever it is) to finally happen. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

Think of it as a romantic comedy without the romance. Or the comedy. Just the existential shrug, wrapped in silky chords and catchy refrains. Perfect for staring out the window, counting ceiling cracks, or dramatically whispering “Did it happen yet? … No.” to your cat.

Play it loud, play it often — and remember: sometimes the greatest plot twist is no plot twist at all.

Lyrics:

Wake up, get up, get dressed, start the day,
The mirror’s quiet, has nothing to say.
Coffee burns, the street still asleep,
Dreams are promises I can’t keep.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Jump in the car, headlights on black,
Radio hums, I don’t look back.
City yawns, I punch the clock,
First one in — the silence talks.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

Soon it’s lunch, the shelves half bare,
Cheap can of fish, the taste of despair.
Lunch is over, can is done,
Emptiness shines in the neon sun.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Afternoon grinds me into dust,
Tired eyes, a mind I can’t trust.
Think again, maybe, but —
Hope is a door that won’t unlock.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

At home after dinner, thought sneaks in,
Could it start now, could something begin?
But nothing moves, the silence stays,
Life’s not a fairy tale anyway.

Time for bed, I close my eyes,
Tomorrow repeats under greyer skies.
Sure it won’t happen, still I confess,
There’s always that 0.01%...

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did It Happen Yet?

There’s a quiet truth hiding between arguments and reconciliations — the rhythm of relationships that break and mend, sometimes within the same day. “Obviously” drifts through that cycle with the warmth of nostalgia and the chill of déjà vu — where every fight feels like the end, and every morning somehow resets the world again.

Layered over dreamy synths and gentle basslines, the lyrics sketch the comedy and tragedy of domestic life: the cat litter that sparks a cold war, the Tesla dreams that fade by breakfast, the moods that rise and fall like ocean tides. It’s funny, yes — but behind the laughter lies something tender and real: the quiet endurance of love that keeps going, even when it shouldn’t have to.

This is music for those who’ve argued, apologized, and brewed tea in the same breath — who understand that peace in love isn’t permanent, but cyclical, fragile, and strangely beautiful.

🎧 Play it on a quiet evening. Let it wash over you like memory and irony sharing the same bed.

Lyrics:

You said the car was ancient,
And we need electric dreams.
You stormed out to the garden,
Cursing gasoline.
I spent the night on Google,
Reading Tesla magazines —
Next morning you said softly,
“Why are you talking about machines?”

’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
Throwing thunder like a queen of tragedy.
But now you’re smiling, drinking your tea,
Like nothing ever happened —
Well, maybe it’s me.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

You told me clean the cat’s throne,
I said, “Sure,” and then I dozed.
You found it, hissed like lightning —
I swear the litter froze.
You slammed the door dramatically,
Declared I’m lazy scum,
Today you hum Adele songs,
And call me “Sweetie-bum.”

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You threatened to move in with your mom in Sicily.
But now you’re humming songs in C-major key,
Like peace has landed in our balcony.
Yeah, yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

I keep a list of topics banned,
Like “vacations” and “curtains” and “brand of jam.”
You’ll find a reason, out of thin air,
To start a war — and forget it’s there.
So I just nod, and sip my brew,
Waitin’ for the next déjà-vu.

You cried ‘bout kitchen color,
Said “Mint green makes me sick!”
Now the walls are painted lilac,
And you ask, “Who did this trick?”
I tried to fix what broke your mood,
But moods are clouds at sea —
Drifting fast, and laughing loud,
While I keep my sanity.

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You nearly threw the wedding china at me.
But now you’re sweet as a summer breeze,
Kissin’ my cheek like an amnesty.
So I’ll enjoy it while it’s calm and free —
Till the next storm hits at three.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.

Everything’s fine again? You’re not angry anymore?
Right… let’s wait for the next issue — should arrive soon.

Obviously

A pulse of Rio heat meets chillwave dream.

“Samba Took the Gym Tonight” is where sweat becomes rhythm, and discipline turns into dance — a track that blurs the line between training and trance, motion and emotion.

Imagine: mirrors fogged by movement, neon lights flickering off toned silhouettes, the air heavy with salt and song. The bassline breathes like a heartbeat, while the samba groove slides through vapor-warm synths — hypnotic, alive, magnetic.

It’s the soundtrack to effort made beautiful — to bodies in motion, glowing with purpose.
Every rep becomes choreography, every drop of sweat another note in a tropical hymn.

In the final verse, the Portuguese whisper —

“O calor me chama, e o corpo responde...”
The heat calls me, and my body answers…

This isn’t just a workout.
It’s a ritual of rhythm, sunlight, and soul.
Close your eyes — the gym fades, Rio rises.
✨ Samba took the gym tonight.

Lyrics:

Samba beat in the heat,
Feel the floor beneath your feet.
Weights go up, hearts go wild,
Brazil just took the gym — in style.

Towel on my shoulder, lights so bright,
Rhythm in the mirror, moves in sight.
Every rep got a little bit of soul,
Sweat like glitter — under control.

We don’t stop, we don’t wait,
Every drop is worth the state.
Heat wave, heartbeat, syncopate —
Now we elevate.

Samba in the mirror, rhythm in my stride,
Sweating in style with a smile so wide.
From Rio to the city, we redefine the vibe —
Samba took the gym tonight. 
Step, stretch, sway, survive,
This body speaks in 4/4 time.
Every beat is pure delight —
Samba took the gym tonight. 
Samba took the gym tonight. 

Running on sunshine, bassline tight,
Echoes of Copacabana in the light.
She moves like the morning tide,
The whole room feels alive inside.

Floating through the loops of time,
Vapor hearts and ocean minds.
Tropical pulse meets stereo lines,
We keep moving, sweat divine.

Samba in the mirror, rhythm in my stride,
Sweating in style with a smile so wide.
From Rio to the city, we redefine the vibe —
Samba took the gym tonight. 
Oh, samba in the spotlight,
Burning soft and bright.
Samba moves, samba groove —
Feel alive tonight. 

Stretch… breathe… smile.
Brazil just took you

O calor me chama, e o corpo responde.
Sinto o samba na pele, no ar, no olhar.
Balança comigo, devagar, sem pensar

Nossa, que incrível!
Caraca, que som é esse?!

Samba Gym

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

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Welcome to Logical Miracle, a project where a lifelong dream meets the cutting edge of technology, brought to life by two passionate creators, one a musician and songwriter, the other an edu tech enthusiast who turns ideas into reality.

Like many, my journey started with big dreams as a child. I imagined myself as a musical genius, learning to play the recorder and later moving on to the violin and guitar. Back then, I had no idea how challenging the music industry could be. As life moved on, new adventures like jobs, holidays, and eventually starting a family took over, and my musical dream slowly faded into the background.

But the story didn’t end there. Over the past 40 years, technology has evolved in incredible ways, creating opportunities that were once unimaginable. Social media has reconnected us with old friends and memories, while AI and music software have revolutionised how we create and share music. The music industry, once an exclusive club, has had to adapt, leaving space for new voices to emerge.

This is where Logical Miracle was born, a collaboration between my love for music and the technical genius of my partner. For years, I wrote poems, not realising they were songs in waiting. Today, with the help of AI, music production software, and my tech-savvy partner, we’ve brought those words to life. The dream of working in a big studio isn’t necessary anymore; with the right tools and expertise, we’re able to create professional-quality music right from home.

Logical Miracle is the result of this collaboration. It’s not just a musical project, it’s a testament to the power of dreams and the possibilities that technology brings. What started as a simple idea has blossomed into something much bigger, a dream shared and fulfilled. Now, it’s time for our music to be heard.

So, whether you’re here to discover something new or to support two dreamers who have turned their passions into reality, we hope you enjoy the music of Logical Miracle. Your feedback means the world to us, if you like what you hear, let us know. And if not, that’s okay too, just be kind in your comments. Either way, we’ll keep creating, inspired by the knowledge that our partnership and technology have made this dream possible.

Thanks for listening, and welcome to the world of Logical Miracle.

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For those without a voice

Thank you for walking this path with me.

ΜƱЅIC ЅΔFΣЅ ΜΨ ЅΘƱL

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Hello my dear friends. I seek and love music that gives me goosebumps.  I 'm looking for it through experiments with rhythms, sounds and harmony.  So far I haven't succeeded yet.  Music is my life. I’m Fred, 70 years, born in Diest, Belgium on August 8, 1954.  I am grateful for all the given likes and comments, for all the listeners and followers here on SC or on all the other streaming services where my music is publiced. I’m also grateful to all these artists and musicians who put their beautiful music on SC.  Thanks everyone.  Keep it healthy.  Take care of each other and sow peace!

From Wikipedia: In Greek mythology, a satyr, sater (UK /ˈsætə/, US /ˈseɪtər/;[1] Greek: σάτυρος satyros,[2] pronounced [sátyros]) is one of a troop of ithyphallic male companions of Dionysus with goat-like features and often permanent erection.[3] Early artistic representations sometimes include horse-like legs, but in 6th-century BC black-figure pottery human legs are the most common.[4] In Roman Mythology there is a concept similar to satyrs, with goat-like features: the faun, being half-man, half-goat, who roamed the woods and mountains.[5] In myths they are often associated with pipe-playing. Greek-speaking Romans often used the Greek term saturos when referring to the Latin faunus, and eventually syncretized the two. (The female "Satyresses" were a later invention of poets.)
With the characters A and T, my initials, stops every similarity between this description and myself.

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