YouTube link: https://youtu.be/IXw5v3Gt_as 

Reflection as a life lesson is an extremely valuable tool. They help us see patterns, understand mistakes, and appreciate the moments that shape us. It is a time when we reflect on the meaning of our actions, decisions and relationships with others. Reflections are also an opportunity to find harmony between the past, present and future – to learn from past events, act consciously here and now, and plan for a better future.  ❤️ Refleksja jako lekcja życia jest niezwykle cennym narzędziem. Pomagają nam dostrzec wzorce, zrozumieć błędy i docenić chwile, które nas kształtują. To czas, w którym zastanawiamy się nad sensem naszych działań, decyzji i relacji z innymi. Refleksje to także okazja do odnalezienia harmonii między przeszłością, teraźniejszością i przyszłością – do wyciągania wniosków z przeszłych wydarzeń, świadomego działania tu i teraz, planowania lepszej przyszłości.  ❤️  La reflexión como lección de vida es una herramienta extremadamente valiosa. Nos ayudan a ver patrones, entender los errores y apreciar los momentos que nos moldean. Es un momento en el que reflexionamos sobre el significado de nuestras acciones, decisiones y relaciones con los demás. Las reflexiones también son una oportunidad para encontrar la armonía entre el pasado, el presente y el futuro, para sacar conclusiones de los acontecimientos pasados, para actuar conscientemente aquí y ahora, para planificar un futuro mejor.

Reflections

Holy F*cking Hell is an anthem for the binary times we live in — where we’re only allowed to be red or blue.

It was written at the height of the pandemic, in the middle of a ridiculous war between left and right, as a form of satire aimed at those who, overnight, took to the streets to defend their favorite politicians like beloved pets.

How hard it is to have a different opinion...


Holy F*cking Hell

It’s tough being Latin, straight-faced and broke,
No cash in the bank, just the weight of the yoke.
They see the beard, think I’m red to the core,
But when they ask why, I just show them the door —

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain why I’m poor with an iPhone,
While some ride in limos to buy fast food alone.
Hard to explain all the hate and the fear —
When sooner or later, we all end up here:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

It’s hard to explain all the racism.
Hard to explain this damn system.
Hard to explain the consumer's chain,
Hard to say I don’t think the same.

It’s hard to explain why it almost makes sense —
Chase money for life, die broke on a bench.
Sell your soul just to fit the scene,
Play nice and clean,
Be silent and tame,
So you get to complain...

It’s hard to explain that my joy ain’t your pain,
And your life won't change if you let others remain.
Just accept there's more ways, more minds, more views —
And deal with the folks who don’t live like you.

Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:
Then maybe we won’t have to yell it again:

Holy fcking hell,
Holy fcking hell,
Holy f*cking hell...

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Puta que Pariu é um hino aos tempos binários que vivemos, onde só podemos ser vermelho ou azul. Escrita no auge da pandemia e no ápice da guerra imbecil entre destros e canhotos, como forma de escárnio aos que, do dia para noite, começaram a ir para as ruas defender seus politicos de estimação. Como é dificil ter outra opinião....


Puta que Pariu
Difícil é por ser latino americano e careta.
Sem um puto no banco, empapuçado de marreta.
Não é por ser barbudo que eu viro comunista.
Difícil é explicar já mando logo para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil é explicar porque sou pobre e tenho i-phone.
Ou quem vai de limusine no dogão pra matar a fome.
Difícil é explicar porque a discriminação.
Se em mais ou menos tempo vamos todos para a
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 
Difícil explicar o racismo.
Difícil explicar a opressão.
Difícil explicar o que o consumismo.
Difícil é dizer que eu tenho outra opinião.
Difícil é explicar que isso tudo faz sentido.
Viver atrás de grana pra depois morrer mendigo.
Vende a vida por grana.
Pra querer ser bacana.
Recatado e do lar.
Pra poder criticar.
Difícil é explicar que o meu bem não é seu mal.
E que nada em sua vida deixará de ser igual.
Se você aceitar opções e opiniões.
Se você aprender a lidar com quem mora na terra.
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Nunca mais vamos ter de mandar
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu
Puta que pariu 


Holy F*cking Hell (Puta que Pariu)

Hyperbole, or Hyperbole

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Why the AI Race — The Gospel of Progress

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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music written, played, produced, licensed, and provided by mobygratis

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vocal arrangement, production, final mix and dropped by fictionalive

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tune in for the original series here -
Why The AI Race? About AI and Us - The Original Album
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/why-the-ai-race-about-ai-and-us-the-original-album

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tune in for the alternate album take here -
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/why-the-ai-race-about-ai-and-us-alternate-takes-album-thats-bizzare


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artwork: a screenshot, fair use only

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fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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drop open
thursday, september 11 2025
time - 10:59 pm, good night?
central european time zone
remember 9/11? happy what?

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single 7 of the upcoming album Why The AI Race

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Why the AI Race - The Gospel of Progress

Blaue Lichter

Red Fruits

IS  THIS  A  PLAY   GARDEN   ?

I have been struggling to realise a song for these Lyrics for almost 10 years. Each year I try to get a song I envision and always fall short, because I just do not have the vocal chops to get the song I want. This is closer to what I had envisioned. I used AI Music software to vocalise my Lyrics and add Music. I did a final Mastering in Studio One.

Brothers Indeed

Death Alone
Winters Drone
Dark Stars Time
A Forsaken Rhyme
Ghostly Fumes
Black Ice Tombs
Despairs the Bite
Hiding the Light

Brothers our Light
To Know
Dark will go
Light will Shine
Light our Light
Know to know
we will Grow

Loves Roar
Hearts Soar
Raise the Alarm
Brothers in Arms
Eternal Light
Is our Sight
Arms of my Brother
One Step then Another

Brothers our Light
To Know
Dark will Go
light will Shine
Light our Light
Know To Know
We will Grow

No Void to Dark
Hope to Stark
Wisdom is Earned
Wisdom is Earned
Shine the Light
We will Grow

Fritz Herold - 2017


Brothers Indeed - Revisited

I’m Counting on Jesus (Gospel Edit)

Christmas, Christmas is coming,
Hear the angels drumming.
Songs of hope and peace above,
Wrapped in endless love.
Christmas, Christmas is coming,
Every soul is humming.
Raise your voice, the world will see,
Christmas lives in you and me....

🎶 Christmas, Christmas Is Coming

Dave Warren ASCAP/BMI
Lyrics:
Verse 1: In the shadows of a love that's lost its way I'm left to drown in tears each night and day The memories of you, they still remain A bittersweet reminder of the love that we couldn't sustain
Chorus: Love on the rocks, it's a bitter taste A flavor that I know, a heart that's been replaced I'm searching for a solace, a refuge from the pain But like a shipwreck, I'm adrift, lost in the rain
Verse 2: We were invincible, or so it seemed Our love was a flame that burned with a fierce and wild dream But now it's just a smoldering ember, a reminder of what's been The fire that's gone, the ashes that remain
Chorus: Love on the rocks, it's a bitter taste A flavor that I know, a heart that's been replaced I'm searching for a solace, a refuge from the pain But like a shipwreck, I'm adrift, lost in the rain
Bridge: I'll wander through the darkness, trying to find my way Through the tears and the heartache, I'll face another day I'll hold on to the memories, though they bring me pain For in the end, it's all I have to cling to, and remain
Chorus: Love on the rocks, it's a bitter taste A flavor that I know, a heart that's been replaced I'm searching for a solace, a refuge from the pain But like a shipwreck, I'm adrift, lost in the rain

A Bitter Taste

New Album : https://fritz7.bandcamp.com/album/fritz-does-ai

Composing and Performing my musical ideas.
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