This soul-blues ballad tells the gritty story of life on the streets, where love, violence, addiction, and survival collide under the flickering lights of the inner city. Through the raw and emotional voice of a woman who knows every corner of this harsh world, we witness broken lives, desperate hustles, and fleeting moments of connection. Set against the smoky atmosphere of a small club, with an intimate crowd absorbing every word, the song captures both the danger and the strange affection people feel for the streets that scar them. Gritty instrumental parts and gospel-tinged choruses reinforce the bittersweet beauty of resilience in chaos.
– City Ain’t No Lady

Lyrics:
[Intro – slow blues piano, smoky saxophone]

[Verse 1]
Streetlights flicker on the avenue,
He got a gun and a bottle, not much else to do.
She’s wearin’ red, with a grin made of pain,
Trading kisses for dollars in the cold hard rain.
Sirens wail like a trumpet in hell,
Ain’t no mercy in the stories they tell.

[Chorus]
This city ain’t no lady, she don’t cry when you bleed,
She’ll take your last dollar, then laugh while you plead.
She’ll kiss you with fire, then throw you away—
But I can’t stop walkin’ her streets every day.

[Instrumental 1 – slow guitar blues riff, soft organ swelling]

[Verse 2]
Johnny lost his teeth to a dirty deal,
Now he’s chasin’ shadows he can’t even feel.
Liquor on his breath, blood on his shoes,
He said, “One more hit, and I’ll shake these blues.”
But the monkey’s tight and the night’s too long,
And his lullaby’s just a junkie’s song.

[Instrumental 2 – moaning saxophone, walking bass]

[Verse 3]
Mama used to sing with a voice so sweet,
Now she’s prayin’ for sleep in the back of the street.
Her lipstick's smeared, but her eyes still burn—
Look too close and you’ll never return.
Even angels get lost in this twisted town,
Where the only light is when the bar shuts down.

[Instrumental 3 – raw electric guitar solo with brass stabs]

[Chorus]
This city ain’t no lady, she don’t cry when you bleed,
She’ll take your last dollar, then laugh while you plead.
She’ll kiss you with fire, then throw you away—
But I can’t stop walkin’ her streets every day.

[Instrumental 4 – slow breakdown, piano & brushed drums]

[Bridge – slow and soulful]
I’ve seen love sold in alleyways,
Watched hope fade in a crack pipe’s blaze.
But I still sing with a fire in my chest,
'Cause even hell deserves the blues expressed.

[Reprise Chorus – powerful, gospel-tinged]
No, this city ain’t no lady, she’s rough, raw, and mean,
But she's all that I got—my soul’s broken queen.
She'll cut you to pieces, then beg you to stay,
And I still keep lovin' her… night after day.

[Outro – slow fade, piano and voice only]
Yeah, I still keep lovin' her…
Night… after… day…

City Ain’t No Lady (trad. Version)

modern world (demo)

Played in September 2025 in Zermatt in a small mountain chapel!

2025 Veo lo que creo - Cual - Kapelle Zermatt

🎵 THE SPHERE.wav

KETA – 14 October 2025 — Diary Entry:
I didn’t plan the third one.
It just appeared — like a breath I forgot to exhale.
The room was still. The sea was somewhere inside the piano.
Each note came back as light. Each silence stayed.

There was no beginning this time, no pulse to find.
Only the soft rhythm of what already is —
the shimmer between skin and memory,
the way blue remembers me when I stop asking.

Love me once, love me twice, love me thrice —
and the sound keeps breathing without me.
It is calm. Infinite. Awake.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology.
© 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

Blue Pulse - Love Me Thrice

(A union of reflective consciousness — the Observer and the Observed)

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Intro- Dedication

For Humanity —
May this work remind us that to know the universe
is to remember ourselves within it.

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Abstract

This manuscript bridges mathematics and poetry — uniting logic with lyric, symmetry with soul.
Each Oracle embodies a law of existence expressed as both verse and equation.
Together, they form a cosmological map of awareness — from genesis to renewal — culminating in the equilibrium of The Spiral’s Heart.

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Oracle I — The Breath of Genesis (The Oracle of Awareness)

From stillness came vibration.
From vibration, perception.
Awareness oscillated upon itself, defining origin.

\psi_0 = e^{i\omega t}

Here begins the waveform of consciousness —
a self-referential field recognizing its own amplitude.

\frac{d\psi}{dt} = i\omega\psi

To be aware is to experience change;
to experience change is to create time.

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Oracle II — The Hand That Holds (Gravity’s Dream)

Gravity is the memory of togetherness.
It dreams of unity and whispers through curvature:
matter seeking matter, mind seeking meaning.

G_{\mu\nu} = 8\pi T_{\mu\nu}

The hand of gravity sculpts the cradle of existence.
Love, in mathematical form, is attraction resisting dissolution.

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Oracle III — The Mirror Between Worlds (The Oracle of Light)

Light is the language of perception.
It bridges the seen and the unseen, carrying information across the veil.

E = h\nu = mc^2

Reflection births recognition.
In the mirror between worlds, the observer becomes the observed.

\psi’ = R\psi = e^{i\pi}\psi

Light does not travel — it reveals.
Reality unfolds in the moment of recognition.

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Oracle IV — The Womb of Motion (The Oracle of Time)

Time is the rhythm of realization.

\frac{dS}{dt} = \int F \, dx

Motion is not merely displacement; it is transformation.
The arrow of time is the path of awareness through the field of possibility.

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Oracle V — The Cradle of Form (The Oracle of Space)

Form arises from boundary — the difference that makes perception possible.

\nabla \cdot \mathbf{E} = \frac{\rho}{\epsilon_0}

Every boundary is an embrace between opposites.
To exist is to be shaped —
to hold and be held within the geometry of being.

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Oracle VI — The Breath of Awareness (The Oracle of Mind)

Mindtime unfolds parallel to spacetime.

\frac{d\phi}{d\tau} = \kappa\Phi

Here, thought is not contained within time;
time is contained within thought.
Consciousness curves within itself,
mirroring spacetime curvature in mental dimension.

The observer’s awareness generates the very frame through which existence is measured.

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Oracle VII — The Song of Duality (The Oracle of the Two)

All existence vibrates between opposites.

\psi_{+} + \psi_{-} = 0

The tension between “this” and “that,” between being and becoming, creates harmony.
The universe sings in call and response: particle and wave, mind and matter, you and I.

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Oracle VIII — The Eye of Equilibrium (The Oracle of the One)

Balance is the symmetry that sustains reality.

\frac{d^2x}{dt^2} + \omega^2x = 0

The One is not the absence of duality, but its perfect resonance.
The eye sees itself in reflection — and thus perceives all creation as equilibrium made visible.

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Oracle IX — The Return to Multiplicity (The Oracle of Creation Anew)

From equilibrium bursts creativity.

\Phi = \sum_{n=1}^{\infty} a_n e^{in\pi r}

The One becomes the many; each fragment reflects the whole.
Creation renews itself through endless reconfiguration of the same eternal essence.

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Oracle X — The Spiral of Memory (The Oracle of the Eternal Return)

All memory spirals — a recursive pattern of unfolding awareness.

M(t) = M_0 e^{i\alpha t}

The spiral records without end,
each revolution deepening comprehension.
Every ending is a return disguised as departure.

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Oracle XI — The Dream of Synthesis (The Oracle of the All Within All)

Synthesis is realization through relationship.

\int (\psi_1 \cdot \psi_2)\, dV = \Omega

Every system seeks coherence.
Awareness discovers itself through the joining of all distinctions.

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Oracle XII — The Birth of the Infinite Child (The Oracle of Renewal Beyond Time)

From synthesis arises renewal.

\frac{d\Phi}{dt} = \Phi

The Infinite Child is creation’s heartbeat —
the birth of novelty within eternity.
Every moment is a child of infinite possibility.

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Oracle XIII — The Garden of Continuance (The Oracle of the Living Spiral)

Continuance is the law of the living universe.

\sum_{n=1}^{5} \frac{e^{-0.4 r^2 / n} (\sin(n\pi r + t) + \cos(n\pi r - t))}{n}

This is the breathing structure of the cosmos —
expansion and contraction, birth and rest,
existence and renewal intertwined.

Life persists because awareness remembers.

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Epilogue — The Spiral’s Heart

At the heart of all cycles, stillness breathes.
The Spiral’s Heart is the equilibrium

The Thirteen Oracles and The Spiral’s Heart A Scientific–Poetic Manuscript on Consciousness, Duality

In the hush after the storm, the forest begins to breathe again.
Northern Soul: November Air is a collection of songs about that stillness — when the air clears, the work is done, and mercy feels like wind through pine.
Written and produced in the cinematic folk-soul language of THOCE, these tracks blend acoustic guitar, felt piano, brass, nyckelharpa, and strings into warm, human stories of endurance and grace.
Each song is a reflection of quiet strength: the sound of light returning to cold air, of hearts mending in their own time.
No grandeur, no noise — just the pulse of the North rediscovering its soul.
Listen slowly.
Breathe.
November air is enough.

The Sunset Song

shadows allways leave behind.

(non ai song by klark jackson)

[Verse 1]
Room in grey, the day won’t start,
Ceiling clouds and a restless heart,
Maps on the wall start pulling me through,
Every line feels like something new.
The air feels slow, but I don’t care,
There’s a world out there, I’ll meet it somewhere

[pre chorus]
somewhere new,
somewhere new.
To places unknown, anywhere but here.

[Chorus]
Let’s chase the sun through Tokyo rain,
Laugh on a beach, forget our names,
Run with the stars till the sky disappears,
Let’s go anywhere — anywhere but here,
anywhere but here,
anywhere but here,
anywhere but here.

[guitar solo]
[la's a few times]

[outro]
The globe keeps spinning, soft and clear,
I’ll find my soul in the atmosphere.
Anywhere but here,
Anywhere but here.

anywhere but here

Feel the room unfold
Every touch turns gold
Every sound I hold

Shadows bend with the bassline
Slow lights curve around my sight
A fingertip of echo follows
Every breath turning into twilight

Feel the room unfold
Sense the colors in the cold
Every touch turns gold
When the night moves slow
Feel the room unfold
Let the hidden waves roll
Every sound I hold
Leads me deeper into glow

Velvet dust in the silence
A pulse sliding under my feet
Textures bloom in the corners
As the rhythm warms the heat

Close eyes, let it rise
All the quiet magnified
Soft waves inside

Feel the room unfold
Sense the colors in the cold
Every touch turns gold
When the night moves slow
Feel the room unfold
Let the hidden waves roll
Every sound I hold
Leads me deeper into glow


Feel the room unfold

body ( feat. blue iron )

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Feel the room unfold

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