Wicked Game

I Am Still Here

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

🕯️ Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn) 🎺🇪🇸
A haunting Latin jazz confession wrapped in fog and guilt.

She came to the Faroes with clear lungs and clean hands — a passionate Spanish vegan, dancing with the sea, flirting with the fish, dreaming in lentils and light.

But the wind had other plans.

Now, every breath smells like betrayal.
Every gust carries the perfume of death.
She never touched a fillet — yet her soul reeks of sorrow.
This is her bolero. Her lament. Her jazz-saturated guilt trip.

🥀 Flamenco guitar.
🌊 Ocean fog.
🫒 Tofu and memory.
🎤 One woman vs. the smell of mackerel.

You don’t have to eat the fish to feel their ghosts.


LYRICS:

Al principio…
eran tan bellos.
Tan libres.
Tan... seductores.

They shimmered like silver poems,
Dancing deep beneath the foam.
I watched them swirl — and wink at me,
Flirting through the northern sea.

Their bodies curved, their scales divine,
A thousand eyes — and all met mine.
I blew a kiss into the tide,
The fish… they blushed. The waves replied.

I thought, “Qué bellos… qué vivos… qué míos…”
Their joy, their water, my new amigos.
But then — a hook, a rope, a pier…
A silence sharp. A truth too clear.

Perfume de pescado —
It haunts me now, it clings, it stays.
A scent of guilt I can't evade,
Like I betrayed their ocean ways.

I didn't eat them — ¡lo juro, Dios mío!
But their smell… is trapped beneath my skin.
And every gust from Tórshavn's port
Whispers sins I never did.

I saw him strung on wooden racks,
His eyes were glass, his spine was cracked.
His lips still curved — like he recalled
Our flirting game before the fall.

I ran, I wept, I wiped my coat,
But fish-scented fog clung to my throat.
My soy was bland, my rice was mute,
No spice could mask that salty truth.

“Do you miss the taste?”
They asked.
No…
I miss the gaze.
The game.
The dream.
I miss who I was — before the scream.

Perfume de pescado —
It’s in my curls, behind my eyes.
It follows me through tofu nights,
And steams from all my vegan rice.

Ay, qué dolor — ¡yo no quería!
But now I breathe like I betrayed.
This isn’t hunger… it’s a ghost,
Of love and death that never fades.

Just scales...
Just salt...
Just shame…
Just me.

Perfume de Pescado (Bolero de una Vegana en Tórshavn)

Lyrics:

No tengo el don de las palabras
pero mi tacto sí sabe decir
que cada roce es un poema
que solo tú puedes traducir

Te amo como la raíz ama al agua
sin alardes, sin voz, pero con alma
Y tú tiemblas, amor, cuando te toco
como si mi piel hablara con fuego

Mi abrazo no tiene discurso
pero sabe el camino a tu centro
tus ojos se nublan cuando acaricio
como si tocara un recuerdo eterno

Te amo como la raíz ama al agua
sin alardes, sin voz, pero con alma
Y tú tiemblas, amor, cuando te toco
como si mi piel hablara con fuego

(te lo juro en cada caricia,
en cada suspiro que no firmo con palabras...)

Te amo como la raíz ama al agua
sin alardes, sin voz, pero con alma
Y tú tiemblas, amor, cuando te toco
como si mi piel hablara con fuego

Lenguaje de Piel

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Featuring heartfelt covers of legends like Frank Sinatra, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, and modern gems from Cigarettes After Sex, Oasis, and Sufjan Stevens, each track invites you to reconnect with songs you love in a calming, dreamy atmosphere.

Whether you’re studying, unwinding after a long day, or seeking acoustic inspiration, let these covers bring quiet beauty and nostalgia to your moments.

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"Duet in Gloom"

Lines of faces staring wide
Chained by rules they never decide
Whispers crawl like ghosts in air

Who’s the voice above the tide
Who’s the hand that breaks the sky

Unite the hands that hold the flame
Unite the hearts that feel the same
Rise and rise
Break the game

Mountains crumble
Rivers dry
But their thrones still pierce the sky
We kneel
We bleed
We still comply

Who’s the shadow behind the glass
Who’s the fist that grips the past

Unite the hands that hold the flame
Unite the hearts that feel the same
Rise and rise
Break the game

Break the Game

Let's make a lot of the Ai poetic . Dodakk24 Songwriter

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Wings of Forever

Каждому пришедшему ко мне Я открою и глаза и уши

Indie Rock, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Post-Rock, Chamber Pop, Indie, Alternative

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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.