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Sign

Sing Our Souls

Quiet moments when love slips through your fingers, caught in soulful jazz that knows the ache of letting go. Each melody carries the weight of goodbye and whispers of hearts learning to love again.

How do I breathe in this quiet house

An album for everyone trapped in the 9-to-5 matrix. Pop anthems that turn cubicle frustrations into dance floor liberation. Because sometimes the only way to survive corporate life is to sing about it.

Deadline Dreams

Ten women, ten stories, one truth: love isn't meant to last forever, and that's what makes it beautiful. From wine-soaked Tuesday afternoons to wedding dance floors, from exhausted surrender to empowered acceptance, these jazz-kissed pop confessions capture what women in their 30s and 40s really know about love's expiration dates.

Borrowed time

Seasonal love

Expiration dates

Tired of trying

GLITCHSAINT

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce

And they built a spaceport
In the woods where I would play
Then the government men
Came and took the land away
They’re gonna save the world
From south of Chiniak Bay
I still can't believe it 
Things have gone this way

They took our silence
And gave us sound
Turned our island sky
Into battleground
I just wanted peace
A quiet place to stay
Now there’s missiles
Pointed every way

I feel my heart sink low
When the rockets blast
I can’t tell the stars
From satellites that pass
It’s hard to sleep
When the night explodes
There’s no peace left now
On these old back roads

They took our silence
And gave us sound
Turned our island sky
Into battleground
I just wanted peace
A quiet place to stay
Now there’s missiles
Pointed every way

The road is still there
But it says “No Pass”
Used to be a peaceful place
But all of that has passed
They are the war machine
I have dodged it all my life
And all the politicking men
Who don't know wrong from right

They took our silence
And gave us sound
Turned our island sky
Into battleground
I just wanted peace
A quiet place to stay
Now there’s missiles
Pointed every way

Kodiak Sky

Cosmos Laundromat

AI doesn’t write my songs. I do – and the AI brings them to life, like a team of session musicians and sound engineers behind me.

Hungarian composer and songwriter exploring the future of music with a guitar, a voice, a phone, and a vision.

With 94–98% Audio Influence, the AI strictly follows my musical input. The songs musically and lyrically are completely and meticulously written on a guitar before I start work with AI. 

These tracks show what happens when you lead and control every detail of the musical production – and AI listens. From a simple game it turns into a smart musical instrument.

The songs are examples of early AI music production preserved for the future.

Cosmos Laundromat

Trust in My Unknown

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