#Rock #Melancholic Production and idea: RoboSounds Text: ChatGPT4 Music: Udio.com  Song Image: Midjourney

 In the silence of the night, your whispers fill the air 
Drifting like a feather, light beyond compare 
Shadows dance on the walls, painting tales unsaid
 In the echoes of our whispers, where my fears are laid to bed
And I melt into you, like the moon into the dawn 
Fading softly, slowly, until the night is gone 
Hold me in the silence, where the shadows play 
Whispered secrets bind us, never to decay
Through the hushed and tender gloom, your eyes like stars alight Guiding me through mazes, of the heart’s quiet night 
Every whispered touch, a verse of love’s own making
 In this tranquil night, it’s only us awakening
 And I melt into you, like the moon into the dawn
 Fading softly, slowly, until the night is gone 
Hold me in the silence, where the shadows play 
Whispered secrets bind us, never to decay
Beneath the veils of darkness, we write our silent psalm
 In the breath of night, our sanctuary calm
 I find my solace in your arms, my quiet space
 In this shadowed love, in this tender embrace
Let us fade like a dream at the break of day 
In the stillness, let us fade away
 Into each other, let us always stay
 Fading into you, where I always lay

Whispered In Shadows

#Jazz "The Daily Grind" uses vignettes of everyday people to question our desensitization to media portrayals of global tragedies, highlighting the disconnection fostered by modern comforts and routines. Created with Udio AI music service.
Title: The Daily Grind (Verse 1) Dr. Martin flips the page, the morning's grim, War zones and earthquakes, the lights are dim. In his kitchen, the coffee brews strong, Another day, where does he belong? (Pre-Chorus) Tie the tie, grab the coat, off to heal, The wounds of the world, never truly seal. (Chorus) Suits and briefcases, meetings lined up tight, Discussing the mergers under soft café lights. A screen in the background plays the world's sad tune, They talk stocks and stats, under the silent moon. (Verse 2) Ms. Avery, lawyer, scans through her feeds, As the train rushes past, speeds that exceed. A mother’s cry, a village lost, Her mind races at such a cost. (Bridge) The world spins madly, out in the fray, Yet here in their bubbles, it's just another day. (Verse 3) In the high rise, Mr. Cole, with his charts, Eyes the markets, plays his parts. A sip of espresso, a glance at the screen, A flood sweeps a town, unseen, unclean. (Outro) So they march, in their rhythm, set and sure, The daily grind, the blur, the cure. Home, work, and points in between, Human stories, stitched into the scene.

Daily Grind

#Rock #ProgresiveRock Idea and production: RoboSounds, done with Udio.com, Text:ChatGPT4 Image: Midjourney

Literally Not Art

Verse 1
In the shadowed glow of the midnight screen,
Code spills out where brushstrokes have been.
Canvas of circuits, palette of light,
A portrait forms, hauntingly bright.

[Bridge]
Silent whispers in the electric air,
Echoes of a soul that's barely there.
Each pixel placed with a ghostly grace,
An artist unseen, lost without trace.

[Chorus]
Literally not art, they scream,
Lost in the digital dream.
Where is the soul, where does it start?
In the glow of a screen or the human heart?

[Verse]
Dorian’s mirror on a modern wall,
A perfect face that will never fall.
But beneath the code, the cracks grow wide,
In the heart of the machine where the shadows hide.

[Chorus]
Literally not art, they cry,
Underneath the sterile sky.
What is lost and what survives?
In the art that’s made while no one's alive.
 
[Verse]
As the algorithm learns to see,
What remains of you and me?
A reflection grown from binary seed,
Art or mimicry, which do we heed?

[Chorus]
Literally not art, they declare,

[Outro]

So gaze upon this timeless art,
Forged from science, born of heart.
Is it less, or is it more?
To find beauty in the core.

Literally Not Art

Imagine Stories is a piece promoting a new portal for creating reading texts and stories using artificial intelligence #AI. The piece was composed using Suno.ai. Image: Midjourney. Link: https://imaginestories.pl/en/

Imagine Stories

The main piano theme played by me at the beginning was developed by AI into such a piece. Amazing!

In the corner, where the jazz notes soar
[Bridge]
Ah darling, darling, there's peace in this breeze
But nonetheless, why remember these?
[Verse 2]
I’ve sipped lattes and café dreams
Could be lost, but what for?
Feels so different without you

[Chorus]
In the echoes of saxophone, I find you near
Wistful moments, crystal clear
City streets, they whisper our names
Even though the scene has changed
 
Through the midnight mist, where memories collide
Each note a brushstroke, painting past with pride
[Verse 3]
Strolling avenues, where our laughter rang
Every melody a story that sang

Jazz Noir: The Dark Elegance

Concept and production: RoboSounds, music Udio, Lyrics: ChatGPT
The song "Have a Good Day!" is about embracing positivity and finding joy in the little moments of life. It encourages listeners to step into the day with optimism, appreciate the world around them, and connect with the uplifting energy of a fresh start. It's a celebration of simple pleasures, human connection, and living fully in the present moment.

(Verse 1)
The morning light falls soft and golden,
A quiet breeze, the day’s unfolding.
I grab my shoes, the world’s awake,
No time to lose, no heart to break.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I feel it in the air tonight,
Every step, every spark, it’s right.
Let the rhythm pull you in,
This is where it all begins.

(Chorus)
Have a good day, let the sunshine find you,
Feel the warmth, let the good vibes guide you.
Dance through the streets, let the music play,
Smile at the world, have a good day.

(Verse 2)
The coffee’s hot, the radio’s singing,
A melody, the joy it’s bringing.
The city hums, the world’s alive,
Every moment, a chance to thrive.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I feel it in the way you smile,
Like we’re running free for miles.
Let the rhythm pull you in,
This is where it all begins.

(Chorus)
Have a good day, let the sunshine find you,
Feel the warmth, let the good vibes guide you.
Dance through the streets, let the music play,
Smile at the world, have a good day.

(Bridge)
Oh, life’s a puzzle, but it’s worth the try,
Find your colors, paint the sky.
Every shadow fades away,
When you step into the day.

(Chorus)
Have a good day, let the sunshine find you,
Feel the warmth, let the good vibes guide you.
Dance through the streets, let the music play,
Smile at the world, have a good day.

(Outro)
So here’s to you, the path ahead,
With every step, a dream is fed.
Keep the light, don’t fade away,
And have yourself a good day!



Have A Good Day

Idea and production: RoboSounds, lyrics: ChatGPT, Music: Udio

Undir norðurljósum, á brún hins óenda
Svíf ég þögull yfir bylgjum tímans.
Þú heyrir mig kalla, en sjá mig ei færð
Ég leita að vindi, sem leiðir mig heim.
Þúsund sjóir, þúsund dagar
En ég gleymi aldrei rödd þína.
Maskóninn kemur heim,
þegar nóttin hvíslar nafnið mitt.
Læt vindinn leiða, læt bylgjurnar syngja
Ég flýg þar sem draumar kveikja ljós.
Maskóninn kemur heim,
því þar finn ég þig.

Under the northern lights, on the edge of infinity
I glide silently over the waves of time.
You hear my voice, but you cannot see me,
I search for the wind that will lead me home.

A thousand seas, a thousand days,
But I will never forget your voice.
The puffin returns home,
When the night whispers my name.

I let the wind guide me, let the waves sing,
I fly where dreams ignite the light.
The puffin returns home,
Because there, I will find you.

Maskóninn

This avant-garde progressive rock piece weaves together shifting time signatures, prismatic harmonies, and lyrical minimalism to explore the complexity of life as a puzzle constantly being reconfigured.
The title evokes a transparent Rubik’s Cube — a metaphor for the elusive clarity we seek in a world of mirrored illusions and recursive decisions.
Wideo: https://youtu.be/B4sQ-rTbCWk

Crystal Rubik's Cube

This song is a continuation of my experiments with genres. This time it's folk. But rhythmic folk with dark tones. My favorite bands include #Carrantouhill, #Hedningarna, and #Warsaw_Village_Band. The music of these bands is, of course, unmatched. Here, I'm trying to create something that only slightly resembles that vibe. This piece was created in Suno. Graphics: Midjourney

Dance in Sunlight

13 Things You Would Take With You On A Trip To Mars

Created with Suno: https://suno.com/s/wIS4ctyYrmqT68yS

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Ghost Logic

Created with Suno. This song is dedicated Stanislaw Sojka, Polish musician, whose music has accompanied us since our youth. His voice and lyrics were part of our growing up and still resonate within us like the echo of old guitars. He died 21.08.2025 after probe just before concert. Examples: Into my arms and The weeping song with Nick Cave: https://youtu.be/zSJRXBWX03s?si=hhr-ThvYwrr-roLn, https://youtu.be/PffQooK7q1w?si=iCnQ84ItXWKu-_iI, 
Different style - Fly Me To The Moon with Big Band: https://youtu.be/2QF3VE6C7C0?si=dLlvM3oraPeg0NKE

The Song Lives On

Golden drops are falling from the morning,
Bees are dancing, weaving light.
In their wings, a quiet promise,
Shadows melt in gentle flight.


Honey on my lips, honey in my heart,
Sweetness rising when the day restarts.
In your eyes the sunlight blooms anew,
Every ray of morning tastes like you.


Living sparks are humming in the silence,
Cells of brightness hold the time.
Every breath a trace of sweetness,
Every touch a soft design.


Honey on my lips, honey in my heart,
Sweetness rising when the day restarts.
In your eyes the sunlight blooms anew,
Every ray of morning tastes like you.


Melt into the golden stream,
Flowing through a tender dream.
Shining, glowing, never torn,
Honey keeps the soul reborn.

Idea and production: Thoughts Blender, Music: Suno

Honeycomb

Created with AI (Suno) with my drums

I walk the room no one can see
Like vapor curling from the sea
Reflected in the neon light
But never held, not day nor night

You speak in colors, I fade to grey
The world keeps dancing far away
I watch it through a pane so thin
You touch the glass, but not my skin

There’s a glass between us, love
Clear and cold, it fits like skin and glove
You feel me near, but never quite
Like shadows dancing out of sight

You shine like sirens in the street
I hum a song you won’t repeat
I’m not a ghost, I breathe, I burn
But never is it quite my turn

The city sings in fevered tones
While I compose my world alone
A quiet place where silence speaks
In echoes soft, in breathless peaks

There’s a glass between us, love
Clear and cold, it fits like skin and glove
You feel me near, but never quite
Like shadows dancing out of sight

You look my way, but see the sky
I reach, but never question why
Invisible, not gone, not small
I just don’t echo when you call

And maybe that’s the way I’m meant to stay
Close, but always one dream away


Glass Between Us

No one remembered when they first set out.
Perhaps it was at dawn — or in that fragile space between dreaming and waking, when the air still trembles with the residue of sleep and reality hasn’t yet decided what it wants to be.
They always walked from left to right, as if direction itself were encoded within them — in those filamented heads where branching tendrils spread like trees, or like neurons caught mid-thought.
They wore suits so perfectly tailored they seemed to grow from their bodies. Each carried a rectangular briefcase, smooth and sealed, and no one had ever dared to ask what lay inside. They did not speak, yet their steps fell into a common rhythm, as if some invisible metronome above them pulsed in the same strange tempo as the air around them.
The ground beneath their feet was not earth but waves — slow, rising crests that moved in a breathing pattern, swelling and subsiding, making each stride part of a greater music. Sometimes they ascended, sometimes they sank, as though inhaling and exhaling with the rhythm of the world itself.
Above them shimmered thin, luminous lines — like the traces of thoughts, like EEG drawn across the sky. They dimmed and flared with the cadence of the travelers’ motion, synchronizing with their quiet determination, their absence of gaze.
They had no names, though when they passed, one could smell the faint scent of ozone and feel a memory — maybe of childhood, maybe of something that never happened. It was said they were waves that had learned to walk.
Others whispered they were thoughts that had lost their thinker.
But one thing was certain: they were going somewhere.
Toward that place where waves meet silence,
and rhythm — finds its beginning. Created with Suno AI

The Traveling Waves

Secret

I wake before the measure lands,
coffee dripping on the offbeat —
a rhythm I never chose,
yet it follows me everywhere.
The mirror blinks in half-notes,
my reflection late again.
I paint my face between the bars,
breathing through uneven phrases,
a melody of deadlines and detours.
In the kitchen —
the metronome of dishes,
the shuffle of lost beginnings,
the heartbeat that won’t align
with the ticking of the day.
I move through rooms
like a bassline searching
for a chord that fits.
My laugh — a crash cymbal,
my silence — a rest too long.
Love comes in polyrhythms,
leaves in diminished chords.
Even my tears fall syncopated,
delayed, unexpected,
hitting the ground slightly behind my heart.
And when night leans in,
I hum a measure only I remember —
a song of skipped beats,
of dancing barefoot through broken timing.
Because my life,
like time itself,
never wanted to keep the count —
it wanted to feel it.
>>Music: Suno.ai<<
>>The concept and production: Thoughts Blender<<

Syncopated

Time Machine

Guitars and keyboard: RoboSounds

Picture by: Chema Concellón
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Picture by: Ralf Steinberger
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