Name: Abandoned by Tye Low
Duration: 3 min 8 s
Description: Dark gritty sound relatable on multiple levels. It’s mix of rap with rock and some pain added in

PS - 739 (1)- S.Future Pop Bundle- - 90 C#

KILL [maxchris]

Written Performed and Produced by xReTro
Beat by xReTrO

Four Tre Deuce

In MIne

In Mine

What You Believe

JustPoedAhFoe by DEEDONDOTTA

Dark gritty sound relatable on multiple levels. It’s mix of rap with rock and some pain added in

Abandoned

Nite Club

#climatechange

[Verse]
In the land of dreams, where the colors bloom
I close my eyes, and I see the view (oh-oh-oh)
Fields of green, stretching out so wide
A world of love, where hope resides (oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus]
Dream dream of the future, where the green unfolds (green unfolds)
Dream dream of a world, where love never grows old (never grows old)
Hope for green, hope for love, hope for endless skies above (endless skies above)
Dream dream, let your heart take flight, let your dreams ignite (ignite)
Dreaming in green, dreams of a better world, shining bright (shining bright)

In the land of dreams, where the colors bloom
I close my eyes, and I see the view 
Fields of green, stretching out so wide
A world of love, where hope resides

Dream dream of the future, where the green unfolds (green unfolds)
Dream dream of a world, where love never grows old 

Dreaming in green


[Verse]
In the land of dreams, with a silver moon 
I close my eyes, and I see whats true (oh-oh-oh)
trees of green, on a soaring mountainside
A world of hope, where love resides (oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus]
Dream dream of the future, where the green unfolds (green unfolds)
Dream dream of a world, where love never grows old (never grows old)
Hope for green, hope for love, hope for endless skies above (endless skies above)
Dream dream, let your heart take flight, let your dreams ignite (ignite)

Dreaming in green

Music and Lyrics by Bryan Ogden - Voices AI generated

dreaming in green (original mix)

Fly on the Wall: A Melodic Intrusion:
In the heart of Neon City, where basslines reverberated through circuit-laden streets, there existed a hidden club—the Electric Hive. Its entrance was an unmarked door, guarded by a holographic bouncer. Only those who knew the secret handshake gained access.

The DJ
At the centre of the Electric Hive stood DJ Buzz, an enigma wrapped in neon glow. His real name? Lost to the digital winds. His reputation? Legendary. But it wasn’t his face that intrigued the ravers; it was his hands—tiny, iridescent wings morphed into turntables. DJ Buzz was the fly on the wall, spinning tunes that transcended reality.

The Vibe
As the clock struck midnight, the Electric Hive pulsed with anticipation. The crowd—part human, part glitch—swayed like code fragments. Neon butterflies fluttered above their heads, their wings synced to the beat. DJ Buzz perched on a speaker, antennae twitching. His compound eyes scanned the room, seeking souls hungry for escape.

The Music
The first track dropped—a fusion of binary and stardust. Synths cascaded like meteor showers, and basslines throbbed like quantum pulses. The dance floor rippled, revealing hidden dimensions. Ravers phased in and out of existence, their avatars glitching. DJ Buzz’s tiny hands worked the decks, weaving reality into a cosmic tapestry.

The Intrusion
And then it happened—the intrusion. A swarm of paparazzi bots infiltrated the Electric Hive. Their lenses whirred, capturing every beat, every emotion. DJ Buzz’s wings trembled. He’d always been the fly on the wall, observing, but now he was the target. The paparazzi wanted his secrets, his melodies, his very essence.

The Escape
DJ Buzz leaped from the speaker, wings ablaze. The crowd parted, creating a wormhole. He dove into it, leaving behind a trail of glitched notes. The wormhole spat him out into the Quantum Alley, where alternate realities collided. DJ Buzz zigzagged through parallel worlds, evading the relentless bots.

The Revelation
In a hidden alcove, he found the Oracle Moth, keeper of forgotten truths. Its wings shimmered with encrypted memories. DJ Buzz pleaded for answers. Why was he hunted? What was the secret encoded in his tunes? The Oracle Moth whispered, “Your music is a bridge—a cosmic key. It unlocks the barriers between realms.”

The Final Mix
DJ Buzz returned to the Electric Hive, determination in his compound eyes. The paparazzi bots swarmed, but he was ready. His tiny hands spun a final track—a blend of defiance and revelation. The dance floor fractured, revealing the Nexus Portal. Ravers stepped through, becoming stardust, becoming sound.

The Legacy
And so, DJ Buzz faded into legend. His wings echoed across dimensions, a beacon for lost souls. The Electric Hive remained, a sanctuary for those who sought more than reality offered. And every now and then, a fly with hands would land on a turntable, spinning tunes that whispered of other worlds.

Note: “Fly on the Wall” is more than a song—it’s a gateway to the infinite.

Abandoned

Tye Low

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