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I won't break

Lyrics:

In the dark night, 
our love grows cold,
Your eyes no longer seek the warmth 
they once held.
The winds whisper 
a goodbye so cruel,
My heart cries out: 
where did we lose our rule?

Our steps drift apart, no path, no guide,
Your silence consumes me, 
the moon by my side.
Who will heal this wound, 
so deep, so raw?
Who will mend the pieces 
of the love we saw?

Oh, our love, what will become of our love?
In the shadows, its light fades above.
Oh, our love, may the heavens recall,
May time preserve it, may it never fall.

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...

The earth splits wide 
beneath our fragile tread,
Your laughter’s gone, 
just echoes instead.
My heart shatters 
in nights so vast,
While my tears flow, 
relentless, steadfast.

My chest caves in 
with this slow farewell,
The sky stays silent, 
no stories to tell.

Our love has vanished, 
yet here I stay,
With the ghost of a future 
that slipped away.

Oh, our love, what will become of our love?
In the shadows, its light fades above.
Oh, our love, may the heavens recall,
May time preserve it, may it never fall.

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...

The wind brings no solace, 
just empty air,
The night grows heavier, 
too much to bear.
And in my chest, 
one truth remains:
Our love was eternal... 
in its pain.

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...

The wind brings no solace, just empty air,
The night grows heavier, too much to bear.
And in my chest, one truth remains:
Our love was eternal... in its pain.

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...

Our Love

Give me a moment to speak

A secret at home

Can't you see?

In your arms, I feel the sun

BOOMBOX NOIR
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Memoria in fide revertetur

No matter what I try I can't help but make music like this.
She echo's in the chorus of my mind...
~~~~~~~~~~~~
[Intro]
She vanished in the static...
But the beat remembers.
Boombox noir...

[Verse 1]
Neon blur on a one-way ride
Your ghost still rides in the passenger side
Cassette dreams melt into chrome and wine
I see your face in every exit sign

[Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Verse 2]
Skyscraper lights cut your silhouette
Dial tones hum with old regret
You said forever in a velvet tone
But this city won’t let me sleep alone

[Pre-Chorus]
Vapor trails and cherry lips
We danced through glitches, lost our scripts
You ran through wires, past my reach
Now your name is all I teach

[Chorus – repeat]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit

[Bridge]
Are you real, or just a mixdown I can’t fix?
You echo in the chorus like a ghost in 6/8 kicks
You shimmered, and glitched, and kissed, then dipped
I play it back again... and skip...

[Final Chorus]
Boombox noir, you left your love inside the speakers
Fading stars, the night keeps playing you on loop
Boombox noir, I press rewind but you’re not nearer
Just static hearts, in synth pursuit
Just static hearts

[Outro]
Just static hearts…
In synth pursuit...
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An experimental venture into emotional motion.

A# Blues clashes against D# Major like longing against memory.
Galloping basslines.
Hard futuristic hyperbass.
Synthwave carved from neon tears.

D# Major isn’t supposed to cry.
But under these hands?
It does.

It's weird... When I was polishing this mix I noticed that this track and my previous 2 releases all clock in at 3:43 long. I didn't plan that, it just kind of happened. It reminds me of 343 Guilty Spark. An AI guardian who witnessed the destruction of entire civilizations, still haunted by echoes of what was lost. A synthetic guardian. A keeper of memory. A being caught between logic and emotion. In numerology the number 3 is creativity, expression, and communication. The number 4 is stability, foundation, and structure. There's fire department symbolism as well. In the U.S., 343 firefighters died on 9/11. Because of this, 343 has become a symbol of sacrifice, heroism, and remembrance. Heavy resonance for a number that just keeps showing up in my tracks about longing, memory, and emotional fire.

The universe works in strange ways...

Maybe the universe has been speaking in 3:43 this whole time. I’m just finally learning how to listen.
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BOOMBOX NOIR

Nathan Pizano - vocals, guitar, bass, synths, artwork, producer

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Released on August 16, 2025
Nathan Pizano - vocals, guitar, bass, synths, artwork, producer
Label: True Thorns 
Catalog #: TRUETHORNS017

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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.

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