billie bossa nova

Labour - Paris Paloma

Labour - The Cacophony


The noise, they make, keeps the silence spinning
We touch, then break, empty skin pretending
The saints and clowns—inside, they’re always grinning
Hope is cheap, and rage keeps trending

We’re all acts now, in the love show
We’re all acts now, in the love show

There’s crowds of sweetly, sweetly masked
That say they want your fire
But all the sweetly, sweetly masked
Will take you down then drain desire

We’re all acts now, in the love show
We’re all acts now, in the love show

They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel
They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel

The noise, they make, is sold by confession
We fake the need, but crave the obsession
The saints and clowns make bold-faced impressions
Love decays—what’s left is tension

There’s crowds of sweetly, sweetly masked
That say they want your fire
But all the sweetly, sweetly masked
Will take you down then drain desire

They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel
They see you when your light’s in the window
When it’s off, they will switch the channel

There’s crowds of sweetly, sweetly masked
That say they want your fire
But all the sweetly, sweetly masked
Will take you down then drain desire
They’ll drain desire

We’re all acts now, in the love show
We’re all acts now, in the love show


The window

I get so high on you … blues, blues, blues.

A darkness that never ends. This is no comfort, no release – only the slow drowning in shadow. Every line is a wound, every repetition a deeper cut. A song that refuses to stop, that coils tighter, like smoke, like poison, like a curse whispered through the night.

This track is not desire, it is hunger. Not fever, but possession. An obsession that devours, again and again: Blues, blues, blues.

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

Blues, Blues, Blues

The Quietest Room

the fate of ophelia
extended
taylor swift

the fate of ophelia (extended) - taylor swift

1. The Real Divide

Some loves never fade — they just stay out of reach.
“Empty Arms”
For the nights you remember, and the hearts you can’t forget.
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EMPTY ARMS

PHOTON

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1. The Real Divide

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