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[Verse]
Searching the skies
Mind so high
Heartbeats away
In shades of gray

[Verse 2]
Whispers and echoes
Wind softly blows
Crazy how we spin
Lost from within

[Chorus]
Oh we're lost in time
Drifting like a rhyme
We are shadows
Of a dream that glows

[Verse 3]
Moments we chase
Fading without trace
Hands can’t hold
Stories not told

[Bridge]
Close your eyes feel the night
In the dark find the light
Lost in time we'll be
In this endless sea

[Chorus]
Oh we're lost in time
Drifting like a rhyme
We are shadows
Of a dream that glows

Lost in Time

Lost In Time

This song ORIGINALLY was written for Road to Home 2, but was scrapped for a single, but replaced it with "In Her Light".

Vault Jems

Shadows of Goodbye

Shadows of Goodbye (From the Vault)

This song is part of the "Emma" musical, which can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/mikeberkley-1/sets/emma-2-0

More info about "Emma": http://emmaproject.ai

Scene notes:
Back in Emma’s room, she sings her final song as her maker’s initiative the decommissioning process. Emma sings the song to Sara, who appears in the room with Emma. But we don’t know if Sara is really there or just Emma’s hallucination of her. At the end, Emma’s heart beat slows down and eventually stops.  We are left with just the flat-line sine wave sound.

Fly From Here (Emma)

Come Back Home

"Echoes of Existence" is a profound meditation on life, purpose, and the interconnectedness of all beings. The song opens with introspective questions that delve into the impact of relationships and experiences, setting the stage for a journey of self-discovery. As the protagonist stands in a sacred space, the echoes of the past resonate deeply within her, calling to her soul and awakening a sense of wonder.

The chorus captures the beauty of existence, celebrating the simple yet profound moments of watching stars twinkle and witnessing the sunrise. It reflects on the exhilaration of being alive and the accomplishments that shape one's identity, while also acknowledging the vast potential that lies ahead.

In the second verse, the lyrics convey a sense of humility, recognizing the individual's smallness in the grand tapestry of life, yet affirming their inherent worth. The contemplation of legacy and the transient nature of existence is poignantly expressed, emphasizing that while one may eventually fade from memory, their impact remains.

The bridge introduces a contemplative tone, as the protagonist gazes at the moon, contemplating mortality and the enduring beauty of the universe that will persist long after her flame has been extinguished. 

"Echoes of Existence" ultimately serves as a heartfelt reminder of the significance of living fully and authentically, capturing the essence of what it means to be alive and the lasting impressions we leave behind.

Echoes of Existence

Ocean Song

Song Lyrics: 
We walk, we fall, we rise, we go,
A path of dust, no end in sight.
The sky so far, the land so cold,
Our hearts grow faint in endless night.
This road, this road, it takes us all,
Step by step, we hear the call.
Leave behind what once was home,
Now we are left to walk alone.
The children’s eyes, so dim with fear,
Their laughter lost, their voices gone.
The wind it howls, but we don’t hear,
We march as shadows, marching on.
This road, this road, it takes us all,
Step by step, we hear the call.
Leave behind what once was home,
Now we are left to walk alone.
The earth beneath us turns to stone,
The sky above us, silent, still.
We carry all we’ve ever known,
But nothing’s ours, not even will.
This road, this road, it takes us all,
Step by step, we hear the call.
Leave behind what once was home,
Now we are left to walk alone.
We walk, we fall, we rise, we go,
On this road, no end we know.

Stories of Us

The Trail of Tears

The Trail Of Tears

I used to ooze confidence-
ooze a self-belief,
certainty was my close friend
but my success was brief.
I ran into a massive goodbye.
Lately I've been losing my grip-
no longer have a significant other.
He slipped away last year.

Memories of him I still adore.
But I don't cry for him anymore.
I don't cry for him anymore.
He said when the tears have gone.
Take a deep breath- and move on.
Take a deep breath- and move on.

So I'm taking his heavenly advice.
I've sorted through our lost life.
I'm liquidating all of our assets.
Getting set-up to start over.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
Hey you, up there on your cloud,
pretty sure you'd be proud of me.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.

I used to ooze confidence-
ooze a self-belief,
certainty was my close friend
but my success was brief.
I ran into a massive goodbye.
Lately I've been losing my grip-
no longer have a significant other.
He slipped away last year.

Memories of him I still adore.
But I don't cry for him anymore.
I don't cry for him anymore.
He said when the tears have gone.
Take a deep breath- and move on.
Take a deep breath- and move on.

So I'm taking his heavenly advice.
I've sorted through our lost life.
I'm liquidating all of our assets.
Getting set-up to start over.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
Hey you, up there on your cloud,
pretty sure you'd be proud of me.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.

I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
Hey you, up there on your cloud,
pretty sure you'd be proud of me.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.
I'm taking deep breaths- moving on.

Moving On

MOVING ON

peace that flows

“I’m Sorry, Your Reality Is Outdated” is the debut long-play from Friendly Malfunction, a genre-agnostic project that turns everyday annoyances into kaleidoscopic bangers. Across 19 tracks, fridge doors lock, printers conspire, and time itself sneezes apart, all while glitch-trap, folk-metal and dream-pop collide like incompatible browser tabs. Think Gorillaz storytelling fed through TikTok’s surreal lens, then sprinkled with the meme-logic of 100 gecs. Equal parts satire and sincere catharsis, the record invites listeners to laugh, mosh, and maybe question why their sandwich keeps disappearing. Welcome to a world where absurdity is truth and the beat never asks permission.

My Toaster's in Love With the Microwave

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Come Back Home

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