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We blend like rain in open hands,
Like salt in tides that claim the sand.
We’re rivers spilling past the edge,
Meeting where the sky gives pledge.

In what’s unsaid, in shared unknowns,
Our shapes dissolve, our walls are shown.
One breath, one blood, no sides to take,
Just paths we find and trails we make.

No border drawn, no need to frame,
We melt, transform, we lose our names.
Through skin, through bone, through gaze unplanned,
All that we are—one single strand.

A flicker passed from hand to hand,
The taste of earth, a grain, a land.
We’re woven marks in night and sun,
A steady thread, both bound and one.

What breaks apart comes back around,
In each we touch, new lines are found.
No clock, no ties that hold us here—
We’re stitched in time, the far and near.

No border drawn, no need to frame,
We melt, transform, we lose our names.
Through skin, through bone, through gaze unplanned,
All that we are—one single strand.

The moments pulled from breath and skin,
A spark, a light we keep within.
We fold, we spill, we’re worlds unseen—
A quiet thread, alive between.

No border drawn, no need to frame,
We melt, transform, we lose our names.
Through skin, through bone, through gaze unplanned,
All that we are—one single strand.

Same

We dropped what held us, let it go,
No weight to carry, no debt we owe.
Nothing left to guard or hide—
We’re here, uncovered, side by side.

Where there were walls, the light spills in,
Where power ruled, now life begins.
With empty hands, we find our way,
With nothing left to take away.

Everything else fell away,
Just us, just here, no need to say
What’s ours to give, what’s ours to hold—
A warmth that stays, a care that’s bold.

Where fear once grew, we plant what’s kind,
Where greed took root, no ties to bind.
We meet in places once kept apart,
And what remains is only heart.

The voices rise without a claim,
No one to fight, no one to name.
We move as one, but not to win—
Only to live where hate has been.

Everything else fell away,
Just us, just here, no need to say
What’s ours to give, what’s ours to hold—
A warmth that stays, a care that’s bold.

No scars to hide, no masks to wear,
Just breathing space, just open air.
No loss to mourn, no fight to brave—
All that we are, all that we save.

Everything else fell away,
Just us, just here, no need to say
What’s left to give, what’s left to share—
A simple truth, beyond compare.

No weapons

Another stroll in the park is another track off album number 2 in the trilogy  "There to here".
Words and music: Phil Bowen
Guitars, keyboards and vocals: Phil Bowen 
Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen
Lyrics: 
Verse 1
Another stroll in the park today
I need a little time to get away
Working so hard from morning to night
Those days that passed, they fade away

Verse 2
I thank Roger Williams for the acres of space
I feel that I am one of the human race
I have a place to call my own 
I have a place I call home
And than my brother for his warm embrace

Middle 8
One moment I have nothing but hope
Thinking each day, I have to jump a rope
No more listening to those who moralise
I see my world with new eyes

Verse 3
Another stroll in the park today
I look up to the sky and watch clouds float by
Birds, they sing as they spread their wings
A mother calls when her children cry.

There to Here  Pt. 2

Another Stroll in the Park

Another Stroll In The Park

We let the metal fall from our hands,
Left behind the old demands.
Where hard lines ruled, soft light arrives,
In places stripped of empty drives.

No more weight, no walls to keep,
What once held fear now lies in sleep.
Barefoot, steady, slow, we go,
Through open fields where kindness grows.

We throw flowers over armor, breathe where greed once grew,
What’s left is simple, honest, true.
In every touch, a vow to keep—
Where hands are open, roots run deep.

We clear the space where hunger fed,
And plant what heals in its stead.
From broken ground, the green breaks free,
Where all can meet, where all can see.

Here, nothing stands to guard or block,
No hidden need, no ticking clock.
The air is ours, no claim to stake,
What grows from love no hands can break.

We throw flowers over armor, breathe where greed once grew,
What’s left is simple, honest, true.
In every touch, a vow to keep—
Where hands are open, roots run deep.

No scars, no scars on what we hold,
No secret debts, no ties of old.
We meet in light, no ground to gain—
Just what we give, just what remains.

We throw flowers over armor, breathe where greed once grew,
What’s left is simple, honest, true.
In every touch, a vow to keep—
Where hands are open, roots run deep.

Flowers over armor

Okuruto Lo-Fi Amazing Collab.
Japan Osaka + Italy Milan + France Paris NFT Collective.
人生は素晴らしい。- Jinsei wa subarashī
La vita è bella. Life is beautiful. La vie est belle.

The Scent Of Lost Love

The Scent of Lost Love

失われた愛の香り (The Scent of Lost Love)

I step through roads that fold and weave,
each beat a pulse, each pause a leave.
From a distance, all seems brief,
up close—lines run deep beneath.

I reach for edges I can’t hold,
trace shadows cast in light and cold.
Running through hours, caught in the sweep,
moments break, and moments steep.

There’s weight in hills, in winding streams,
pieces left like scattered dreams.
Some I’ve lost, and some I keep,
quiet traces, buried deep.

Now looking back, the path is clear—
a map of marks I made and feared.
Threads I held, threads that slipped,
a fabric rough, edges ripped.

It’s brief, it’s vast—fades and swells,
leaving quiet, a sound that dwells.
The echoes thin, but I still hear,
the pulse of life, steady, near.

Letting go

We dropped what held us let it go
No weight to carry no debt we owe
Nothing left to guard or hide
We’re here uncovered side by side

Where there were walls the light spills in
Where power ruled now life begins
With empty hands we find our way
With nothing left to take away

Everything else fell away
Just us just here no need to say
What’s ours to give what’s ours to hold
A warmth that stays a care that’s bold

Where fear once grew I've found your glow
We took the leap ignored the show
No need for masks just honest eyes
In this raw space our spirits rise

In the mirror I see you clear
No scripts no roles nothing to fear
We wrote a tale without a plot
In every breath in every thought

Everything else fell away
Just us just here no need to say
What’s ours to give what’s ours to hold
A warmth that stays a care that’s bold

Just us

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Ghost of My Hero by Shirlinda is a haunting blend of rock, goth rock, darkwave, and dungeon synth, weaving ethereal melodies with gritty, driving beats. The album’s atmosphere is thick with mystery, drawing from classic hard rock riffs and dark ambient soundscapes. Shirlinda’s vocals, layered with both whisper-soft harmonies and powerful belts, float like ghostly apparitions, conveying both melancholy and resilience. Synth-heavy tracks evoke a retro-futuristic vibe, reminiscent of old-world gothic aesthetics but tinged with modern synthwave and dark electronica influences.

Lyrically, Ghost of My Hero explores themes of loss, solitude, and memory. Each track feels like an exploration of an ancient, shadowed landscape where haunting echoes and distant thunder provide the sonic backdrop. Guitar riffs and bass lines are intense and hypnotic, grounding the ethereal synth melodies and drawing listeners into a labyrinth of sound. The title track, "Ghost of My Hero," is a powerful anthem that combines Shirlinda’s storytelling with her unique blend of post-punk and industrial rock influences.

The album appeals to fans of underground music scenes, with tracks that range from pulsating dungeon synth compositions to brooding gothic ballads. It’s an album that lingers, like the memory of a distant figure whose presence remains in both light and shadow, offering both a tribute to and a reimagining of the darker realms of music.

Ghost Of My Hero

Battle Hymn of Shadows

Alicaido (Reggaeton Instrumental) - TOPSDLS

Track twelve on Ben Mercedez's album Hollywood Idol, "Marilyn"

"Hollywood Idol" the album, out MARCH 7TH

Ben Mercedez's new project "Hollywood Idol" is a three part album that documents the rise and fall of an aspiring star trying to navigate their way through Hollywood. Through the perspective of alter ego Marilyn Mercedez, the album questions how far you will go to achieve what you truly desire.

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

I'm the LA hero, keep the weight zero
Epileptic always symmetric
I'm the primadonna, higher than life I'm the drama
Starlight I'm so electric
You're the obsessive, you get so aggressive
My life has become so hectic
You're the big spender, keep your veins tender
Hollywood's full of skeptics

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

I'm the diva front screen, had this dream since fifteen
Magazines I tore
We're the bourgeoisie, the elite and supreme
Oh boo you WHORE
Riddle me this, is ignorance bliss
Am I even human
VIVALDI plays, I live for your praise
California weather getting so humid

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

The orchestra plays, I'm in dismay
Contract with the devil gets you in trouble
The public turns affray, a star's final betray
We all started off as just another rebel
Will you watch as I spiral down under
Will you awe at the crowds deafening thunder
Am I just your commodity
I lost my own autonomy

Oh miss MARILYN
Hollywood priestess
Catch her on the billboards
Always being adored
Oh famed MARILYN
So addictive
America's new queen it's objective
It's a cruel world, not made for me or you
Some were born to be seen, enjoy piles of green
They say I've lost my soul
It's the price you pay for total control

Released: Nov 8 2024

Marilyn

2024 10 21 Song 1006

Voice
Michelle (Vocaloid)

Lyrics
Lyrics created in collaboration with an AI assistant

RepostExchange Pop / Rock Charts highest position #18 (2024 11 11)

Shades of humanity (feat. Michelle)

Bittersweet Orchard

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/track/49YgDOnXjzHD4Id0OGWDqQ?si=noxqCHu2SRCjIiNd6ybIsw

"William Shakespeare -  "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 104)

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead."

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Constellation Lyra - To Me, Fair Friend [out now on Spotify]

Jigs Tripping Belgium Music sent to Australia to Gary Hayward Lyrics and vocals recorded at Ramrod studios Sydney mixed and mastered by Herman Kovacs

Where iron once carved its frozen claim,
we scatter seeds in silenced veins.
A breath reclaims what steel denied,
soft roots emerge, the ground untied.

This land forgets the taste of steel,
the lines that bound, the blades that sealed.
Now quiet fills with woven threads—
we rise where rusted memory bled.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

Where famine etched the earth in lines,
we plant what lives through buried signs.
Soft tendrils trace what scars betray—
an unseen thread, a breath, a sway.

No hands define this endless sprawl,
no map, no mark, no claim at all.
Where silence pooled, new voices breathe,
one vital crust, in strands we weave.

We cast flowers across fields of dust, where walls erode, where greed’s encrust.
In every stem, a pulse revived—
through soil once scorched, now roots survive.
Each bloom unbarred, a vow reborn—
the ground made whole, the armor worn.

From rusted veins, soft shoots arise,
old chains dissolve, beneath wide skies.
Through fractured stone, new fibers speak—
a language formed, both fierce and meek.

We cast flowers upon hushed remains, where loss unwinds, where breath sustains.
Each scar, a mark of shared release—
bare earth, bare soul, our quiet peace.
In common ground, we come anew—
each step, a world reformed as true.

Rust and Bloom

Gary Hayward and Jigs Tripping collab with a great song for Models on a catwalk or just beautiful people as its in the eyes of the beholder,so everything and everyone can be breathless,Jigs Tripping Belgium Music sent to Australia Gary Hayward Lyrics and vocals recorded at Ramrod studios mixed and mastered by Herman Kovacs

Clara (Original Mix)

Jesienne Refleksje

Just a Latin American cisgender man on a journey that disolves cultural and intellectual borders. Inspired by Critical Theory and guied by Musical Theory, I strive to transform social experiences and reflections into compositions that go beneath the surface, instigating creative and individual metaphorical abstraction. My music is fueled by a desire to understand the complexities of the power networkies, identity, and cultural context—themes that always resonate in my lyrics and melodies. Rooted in Latin America with a view towards the world, each song invites listeners to explore stories, question certainties, and find, in art, a form of dialogue with our time.
My affinity for linguistics manifested itself from an early age through poetry, but it was only in my late teens that it merged with the principles of musical theory, bringing musicality to my writings. This process gave rise to my first melodies, which were shaped through multi-instrumental experimentation and the first virtual technologies, incipient at this time. For 20 years, composing has been a recurring element in my life, often left aside by academic and professional commitments. Now, I have decided to make this creative practice an integral part of my daily routine.

Rust and Bloom

Tiago Oliveira