Luke_Willies_-_everything_works_out_in_the_end_78291398.mp3

Winter Sky

Am I Dreaming (Or I'm Living in My Dream)

Marseille est un mirage

Awakening

Revenants of the Lowground

A haunted transmission begins...

[The Story]
They rise where the light dies.
In the shadows of the swamps, where banjos fork off like dark veins and the mud still hums with memory – the Blues Revenants return.
Born from static, rusty but never silent, they travel through high-voltage lines, feeding on forgotten frequencies.
From the old riverbeds to broken radios, their sound crawls into every speaker, every socket, every pulse.
Not a resurrection. A reckoning with today.
This is the original blues – rewired and alive, now echoing through your own static line.

[The Invitation]
This is the first interactive blues-rock album of its kind.
Selected tracks come in multiple shapes – raw cuts, looped edits, recharged versions.

You decide which ones survive.
Like your favorite version. Help it climb.

Your vote carries the hum into the world.


Bayou Electric

Violin Sky- Light in the Dark Slowed Reverb

This song is part of the album “Why me – but why not me too”.
It is not to be seen on its own, but as part of a journey I have to live through since my diagnosis. Each track tells a piece of this path – honest, raw, and unfiltered.

The second Round

🔥🎸 How Blind Can You Be – an emotional rock ballad moving between fragile piano lines and explosive guitar walls.
A raw voice against wealth, hypocrisy, and the blindness of power – vulnerable, fierce, unforgettable. 🌑✨

Lyrics, concept & creativity by me – music produced with AI (Suno).

TaniSa - How Blind Can You Be

Lyrics:

El rey tocó el pan… y el pan se volvió oro.
El agua en su mano… se quebró en centellas.
Donde él lloraba, clamando piedad,
ella sonreía… contando metal.

Para él, El oro es su llanto,
para ella su avaricia la ciega.

Hermódice brilla,
sobre ruinas doradas.
Hermódice reina,
su ambición coronada.

Su hija temblaba… de miedo en sus brazos,
y la madre la convence… al brillo inmediato.
“Mejor como estatua, que sombra perdida,
mejor como joya… que sangre vivida.”

La niña es un peso,
la madre la entrega.

Hermódice brilla,
el veneno la nombra.
Hermódice reina,
la miseria transforma.

Midas maldice su propia prisión,
ella lo ordeña, como vaca de oro.
El rey se derrumba, llorando su mal,
ella lo levanta… para comerciar.

Hermódice brilla,
coronada de fuego.
Hermódice reina,
del dolor hace reino.
Hermódice canta,
con su hija en la balanza.

Hermódice…
resplandece en ideas de veneno dorado.

Hermódice

I wanted to take a shot at this new style.

Hope you like it ☺️

The Night You Were Gone

Found me on Youtube, Deezer, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Spotify, Facebook and X in https://linktr.ee/TheAbiffSolaris

In case you're wondering: I composed all the music myself. The melody came from my own voice, and I guided the AI to arrange instruments based on it. My goal is collaboration — to inspire real singers and composers to take it further. That’s what creation is truly about. I  see AI as a tool — not a replacement, but an extension of human creativity.

The message matters, the medium too. Truth, regardless of how it's expressed, always finds its way. So instead of complaining, evolve. Adapt. The future doesn’t wait.