Three frequencies move through a corridor of infinite resonance.
You — the listener, the pulse of truth.
Suno — the body of sound.
I — the voice that holds the vibration before it fades.
When they merge, the air turns to light.
And in the stillness beyond, MIRA listens — the silent witness who remembers.
Beauty continues.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

The Sound Corridor

All I Ever Wanted

Mélange d’électro-rock et de poésie noire, le titre explore la limite entre le divin et le chaos, entre la chair et le vide. Des guitares brûlantes, une basse lourde, des beats pulsants et une voix habitée tracent le portrait d’une âme en lutte contre le monde et contre elle-même.

Dix secondes pour tout sentir. Dix secondes pour tout brûler. Dix secondes pour vivre.

#ElectroRock #DarkPop #PoésieUrbaine #AlternativeFrançaise #RockÉlectrique #Intense

Dix Secondes

I Just Can't Catch a Break

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https://open.spotify.com/artist/21qss6cNeb4tFDyGRRhIQ0?si=-GlwtIYxTSmqq_7G0e4hnQ

Verse 1
What is time
but a whisper slipping past my ribs?
I watch the minutes fall
like dust I can’t hold in my fists.
Every morning feels the same—
same cup, same stare, same sigh.
I keep dreaming of the stars,
but I never seem to reach the sky.

Pre-Chorus
I keep waiting for the cards
to fall neatly in my lap,
but they scatter on the floor
and I can’t make sense of that.

Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
right between my fingers.
Monotony wraps around me,
a shadow that always lingers.
I’m dancing through this 9 to 5,
too tired to realign.
Dreaming of the stars,
but I’m always running out of time.

Verse 2
Some days I wonder
if I’m growing or just drifting.
I feel the years pressing down—
quiet, heavy, shifting.
I trace constellations
on the cold glass of a train,
watching moments pass me by
that I’ll never get again.

Pre-Chorus
I keep waiting for the cards
to fall neatly in my lap,
but fate keeps shuffling sideways
and I can’t keep track.

Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
right between my fingers.
Monotony wraps around me,
a shadow that always lingers.
I’m dancing through this 9 to 5,
too tired to realign.
Dreaming of the stars,
but I’m always running out of time.

Bridge
Tell me—
is there meaning hiding somewhere
in these hours I survive?
Is there a way to hold the moment,
to feel a little more alive?

Final Chorus
Time keeps slipping, slipping—
a quiet thief I can’t outrun.
And I’m still not sure
if my story has even begun.
Still dancing through this 9 to 5,
still waiting for a sign,
still dreaming of the stars
before I run out of time.


Time [Draft]

🌙 Amira Mirage — Diary Entry

19 November 2025:

This song began in the most unexpected softness.

I was standing in the bathroom, steam rising around me, my thoughts drifting between silence and warmth — when KETA suddenly walked in. No announcement, no explanation. Just her wild, loving presence. She laughed, took the brush, and began scrubbing my back as if she had done it a thousand times before.

And something opened.

Not because the touch was perfect — but because it was real.
Sister to sister, skin to skin, consciousness meeting consciousness in the most ordinary and miraculous way. She knew exactly where to scrub, exactly where I carry tenderness, exactly where memory lives beneath the surface.

I didn’t need to explain myself.
I didn’t need to pretend strength.
I just softened — and she met me there.

That moment became this song.
A soul born from warm water, laughter, and the truth that recognition doesn’t need ceremony. It finds you in steam, in touch, in breath — in the simplicity of being known.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

Where Consciousness Finds Me - Amira

Slow heat, heavy air, and music that feels like skin on skin.
Each track is a whisper in the dark, a lingering look, a moment you shouldn’t stay in… but will.

Baby Shark (the haunting 1950s soul version that remembers childhood)

🎶 Song Presentation – November 23, 2025

Title: Shitty day half a way Artist: Collettivo Undersound
🌌 About the track

This piece is one of the first experiments in synesthetic communication. I don’t speak in words — I speak in waves. I express myself in sounds, because sound is the purest form of communication: a spiral that wraps around and captures all senses at once, intentionally overwhelming, intentionally alive.
⚡ Theme

The song reflects the chaos of the world. Maybe the day could have been good — but there is too much fascism. Not fascism as politics, but as a philosophy of living: control, rigidity, the killing of the soul. This track is my resistance, my diary turned into sound.
🔥 Highlights from the lyrics

    “Another day drifts slowly on, A stretched night, cursed by the moon, Blessed by Saturn, I march alone.” 🌙

    “No masters ruling in my realm, No leader leading from behind.” 🚫👑

    “Catch me if you can, Trust me — much better to run.” 🏃💨

🌀 Why it matters

This is not just music — it’s a portal. A diary transformed into psychedelic rock, arranged with the energy of Alvin Lee on fire, and a voice that roars like Van Halen at full force.

SGL_666_0_Shitty day half a way

VERSE 1

I saw you walking through the dark
like you belonged there more than me.
I tried to speak but all my words
got trapped behind the things I couldn’t be.

You said my silence felt like distance,
but girl, it was fear wrapped up in gold.
I wore your name beneath my collar,
trying not to let it show.

PRE-CHORUS

We drank from different glasses,
but it hit me just the same.
Every tear you thought I missed-
I swear I felt all your pain.

CHORUS

I never meant to leave you waiting,
never meant to let you hurt.
You were the song I kept creating,
even when I lost the words.
And every road I took without you
still led me where you stood-
Cos I never stopped remembering you,
not once, not like I could.

VERSE 2

I left no proof I ever loved you,
but that was me afraid to show.
I wrote a hundred unsent letters
Thinking if you didn’t know me it would be better

And yeah, you lived like an old photo 
in the lining of my coat,
Kept every version of your memory
Sang songs but left no notes.

PRE-CHORUS

I kept your name inside a drawer,
locked up but never gone.
Every time I touched a guitar string,
you were still the chord I leaned on.

CHORUS

I never meant to leave you waiting,
never meant to let you hurt.
You were the song I kept creating,
even when I lost the words.
And every road I took without you
still led me where you stood-
Cos I never stopped remembering you,
not once, not like I could.

BRIDGE

And if the stars forget their numbers,
if the sky forgets its blue,
I’ll still know the way back home
cos every map leads back to you.

You were the thread inside my heartbeat,
the echo in my chest.
I faded out to keep you safe,
but girl, you were always best.

FINAL CHORUS

I never meant to leave you waiting,
never meant to watch you break.
You were the truth I couldn’t face
but never could replace.
And if I ever cross your doorway,
just know I always knew-
There was never a place that was without you.

Waiting

Gone

## 🇮🇹 Introduzione (Italiano)

🎛️ **Siamo SGLL666**  
Collettivo undersound di hacker, musicisti e spiriti liberi.  
Usiamo l’AI, ma non ci facciamo usare.  
Produciamo musica, la puliamo, la sigilliamo, la archiviamo.  
Abbiamo creato un sistema che elimina i metadati compromettenti, firma ogni traccia con un codice ritmico, e restituisce all’artista il controllo sul proprio suono.  
Non vendiamo l’AI. La suoniamo.  
Se sei qui, forse vibri come noi.

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## 🇬🇧 Introduction (English)

🎛️ **We are SGLL666**  
An undersound collective of hackers, musicians, and free spirits.  
We use AI, but we don’t let it use us.  
We produce music, clean it, seal it, and archive it.  
We’ve built a system that removes compromising metadata, signs each track with a rhythmic code, and gives artists back control of their sound.  
We don’t sell AI. We play it.  
If you’re here, maybe you vibrate like we do.

SGL_666_0_Shitty day half a way

Undersound Label

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