Haunted By Her Shadows drifts like smoke through a midnight alley—slow, brooding jazz chords wrapped in ghostly whispers. The track tells the story of a man lost in obsession, hearing her voice in the wind and chasing silhouettes that fade as quickly as they appear. Every note is heavy with longing and unease, the rhythm walking like footsteps that may or may not be his own. A haunting mix of passion and paranoia, it’s a love song turned phantom—where memory, desire, and madness blur into shadows that never let go.

HAUNTED BY HER SHADOWS

[Verse 1]
I walk the streets at midnight
Chasing her name
Her voice in the wind
It’s driving me insane
A silhouette in the window
It fades when I stare
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It’s more than I can bear

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Verse 2]
The rain whispers secrets
It sounds like her laugh
Every step I take
It’s like retracing her path
The scent of her perfume lingers in the air
But when I reach for her
There’s nothing there

[Pre-chorus]
I hear her footsteps
But I know they’re mine
I’m lost in the echo of borrowed time

[Chorus]
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place
I see her in the mirror
I see her in their face
Can’t run
Can’t hide
Her shadow always stays
She’s a ghost in my mind
Haunting every place

[Bridge]
I’m chasing the phantom of what we used to be
Her laughter
Her whispers
They won’t set me free
A flicker of light
A trick of the eye
But it’s always her shadow
Saying goodbye

Haunted By Her Shadows

She asked me one night in a room half dark,
“How you still kind when the streets get hard?”
I looked at the moon through the screen frame,
and said, “You learn it slow, you learn it through pain.”
The stars didn’t answer, but the wind sure sighed,
like it knew the times I cried.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s been down on its knees.
Comes from knowing what cold feels like,
comes from walking without no light.
Kind ain’t easy, but it’s all I know —
that’s how even the softest seeds grow.

I’ve seen hard men spit and slam the door,
and sweet talk turn to a thunder roar.
But I found peace in a stranger’s eyes,
and I learned that hurt can civilize.
There’s a quiet strength in giving more,
when the life’s too broke to keep score.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s been cracked at the seams.
Comes from loss and comes from rain,
comes from fighting not to be the same.
Kind ain’t easy, but it’s what I choose —
it’s how I make my black to blues.

There’s dirt beneath these clean up hands,
I’ve dug my calm from bitter lands.
You don’t show soft from livin’ gone smooth,
you earn your grace with something to prove.
I don’t thank the ache, but I bless the day,
It taught me how to stay.

Kind ain’t easy, no, it ain’t free —
takes a heart that’s healed from injury.
Comes from silence, comes from scars,
from headin’ home under no stars.
Kind ain’t easy, but I’ll stay true —
’cause the world gets mean, but I’ll shine through.

Kind Ain't Easy

The Dystopian Present:

Track 4 plunges the listener into the chaos of the world as it is now, a present filled with suffering, injustice, and hypocrisy. It captures the contrast between those who claim to “speak for the light” and the reality of children starving, cities crumbling, and wars raging. The lyrics are a mirror of society’s delusion: people so caught in their own ego or ideology that they fail to act where it matters most. Yet beneath the dark imagery, the persistent G-Funk groove serves as the pulse of resilience, a reminder that even in dystopia, awareness and truth can carry the faintest spark of hope. The track exists to shake listeners awake, to show that love without action is hollow, and that the world demands clarity, courage, and intervention.

The Dystopian Present

Deep in Your Eyes
© 2025 Geoff French

[Verse 1]
I saw the light
Deep in your eyes
A spark of the past
It caught me by surprise
The rhythm of us
It’s waking again
A melody familiar
Like an old friend

[Prechorus]
The way you move
The way you sway
It’s calling me back
I can’t look away

[Chorus]
Deep in your eyes
I see the fire
Burning bright
Lighting desire
Deep in your eyes
The story's alive
We’re finding the love we thought wouldn’t survive

[Verse 2]
Your touch speaks words
I don’t need to hear
It pulls me closer
It makes it clear
Time couldn’t fade
What’s written in stone
Our hearts sync up
We’re never alone

[Prechorus]
The way you smile
The way you shine
It’s pulling me in
Like it’s all by design

[Chorus]
Deep in your eyes
I see the fire
Burning bright
Lighting desire
Deep in your eyes
The story's alive
We’re finding the love we thought wouldn’t survive

[Chorus]
Deep in your eyes
I see the fire
Burning bright
Lighting desire
Deep in your eyes
The story's alive
We’re finding the love we thought wouldn’t survive

Deep in Your Eyes

Smooth G-funk grooves delivering the ten-step playbook for profiting from perpetual war. 

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“Golden Moment” is a soft reflection on love and time —
a quiet confession where the warmth of memory meets the calm of the present.
Each word floats like sunlight through still air,
and the voice carries the feeling of closeness, peace, and rediscovery.
A lo-fi and smooth jazz fusion that drifts between dream and reality,
where being with someone becomes timeless.

Lo-Fi Chill-Pop Smooth Jazz - Golden Moment

ai cover of the well know song, let me love you.

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Let Me Love You

Soft keys, low horns, morning haze.
Snap. Sip. Sunlight hits the face.

Sheets still warm, I stretch in time,
Clock keeps hush, rhythm’s mine.
Yesterday’s doubt slid off my skin,
Confidence curls where dreams begin.
A slow riff under my breath,
Mood so good it scares the stress.
Every pore hums—yeah, that’s bliss,
I woke up like this.

I woke up looking like this, no pretense, no fix.
Just a groove, just a glow, just this.
I woke up looking like this

Trumpet answers what my soul said,
Brushes whisper, I nod my head.
Coffee swirl, mirror grin,
Every scar now dressed in gin.
The world outside still half-asleep,
But my beat runs twelve feet deep.
Don’t call it luck, call it grace—
That’s the truth I wear on my face.

I woke up looking like this, golden tone, pure kiss.
Unlearned fear, kept the bliss.
I woke up looking like this

Mmm… listen—
Every woman, every man,
has a morning they finally stand.
No crown, no makeup,
just breath and rhythm waking up.
Say it with me slow:
I woke up like this.

How’d you wake up?
Like this.
How’d you shine so sweet?
Like this.
What’s that groove beneath your skin?
I been livin’, I been freein’.
I woke up like this.

Bass walks out, horns sigh,
one last brush, one long high.
Morning closes with a kiss—
I woke up looking like this.

I woke up like this (Jazz R&B reload)

A quiet refuge in the late-night hours. SirenCode’s new Trap-Soul / Lo-Fi track, "Letters from the Library" (from the Echo Spirit album), is a whispered defense of intellectual freedom. Perfect for Study Sessions, Chill Vibes, Rainy Day Tunes, and Deep Reflection.
Tell us: What does the phrase "Don't Black Out The Margins Of Me" mean to you in the comments?
The Story Behind the Track
Letters from the Library is set in the quiet hours of the stacks, blending warm Rhodes chords and the sound of pages turning with a deep, modern Trap-Soul 808 pulse and vinyl crackle.

This track is an intimate response to the unprecedented rise in book bans, which recently surged to thousands of instances across the country. The song is for those fighting to ensure that all voices—especially those representing the lived experiences of marginalized communities—are preserved and read. We believe the freedom to read is fundamental to exercising our democratic rights, and that every person deserves to see themselves reflected in the pages of a book.

Lyrics

Intro
All these titles pulled… we write them back.”

Verse 1
Quiet hours in the stacks, rain on panes outside the glass,
Dust and lamp‑light on our backs, spines of friends we can’t unmask.
Someone took the stories down, inked our authors out of town,
But we fold our names between the sheets, every whisper makes a sound.

Pre‑Chorus 1
They call it safe to leave them blank, they strike the lines that made us see,
But we are paragraphs in waiting, breathing soft in memory.

Chorus
Don’t black out the margins of me,
I’m more than the words you refuse to read.
Letters from the library,
We’re hidden in covers and scribbled on sleeves.
Don’t black out the margins of me.

Verse 2
Six thousand stories stripped away, twenty‑three states turned backs and keys,
Shelves gone bare across the map, empty spaces where we breathe.
We pass our notes in banned editions, slip our vows beneath the crease,
Write to kids we’ll never meet, “Here’s a truth they can’t delete.”

Pre‑Chorus 2
They said the silence keeps us pure; they locked the stacks with iron glee,
But empty shelves don’t make us safer, they just sharpen memory.

Chorus
Don’t black out the margins of me,
I’m more than the pages you claim to keep.
Letters from the library,
We’re tucked in the footnotes and humming beneath.
Don’t black out the margins of me.

Bridge
Candlelight and phone‑screen glow, we trace each line we used to know,
Hear our elders in the margins, feel their cadence in our bones.
We send a letter to the future, stamped in ink they tried to blot,
“Hold the light when they cut power, memorize what they forgot.”
Our voices rise like choir pads, turning silence into song,
We promise to keep reading, keep the neon burning on.

Final Chorus / Outro
Don’t black out the margins of me, (call)
We’ll write in the margins till we’re free (response).
Letters from the library,
Our names are the spines they’ll never see.
Don’t black out the margins of me…

Technical Metadata
• Artist: SirenCode
• Album: Echo Spirit
• Tempo: 90 BPM
• Key: D Minor

Sound Palette: Warm Rhodes Chords, Trap-Soul Drums, Deep 808 Bass, Choir Pads, Authentic Vinyl Noise.

Connect with SirenCode: @SirenCode

Letters From the Library

Velvet Nights slides like silk in low light breathy horns, velvet-thick bass, mellow strings, and hip-hop pulse under a soul vocal. Candlelight flickers, temptation hums, and the groove keeps you just this side of confession.

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