Under Pressure (Demo)

Paisaje electro

This song is for anyone who’s ever had an ex try to convince them they couldn’t survive without them. It’s my story from a long-ago relationship—but even more, it’s for every person who’s ever been told they’d be nothing after a breakup. It’s about finding the strength they never wanted you to have, turning their doubt into your drive, and rising higher than they ever imagined. Every word is both a battle cry and a celebration—a reminder that you can walk away, rebuild, and come back stronger, wiser, and unshakably free.


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without ya
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without ya
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without ya
I laugh harder 

[Verse 2]
You thought I wouldn't grow without ya
Now I'm wiser
You thought that I'd be helpless without ya
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without ya
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without ya
Sold nine million 

[Chorus]
I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna work harder
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it
I will survive, keep on survivin’ 

[Bridge]
Thought I would crumble, thought I would fall
But look at me now, I’m standing tall
Your doubt was the fire that lit up my soul
Now I’m in control, I’m in control 

[Verse 1]
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without ya
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without ya
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without ya
I laugh harder 

[Verse 2]
You thought I wouldn't grow without ya
Now I'm wiser
You thought that I'd be helpless without ya
But I'm smarter
You thought that I'd be stressed without ya
But I'm chillin'
You thought I wouldn't sell without ya
Sold nine million 

[Chorus]
I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna work harder
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it
I will survive, keep on survivin’ 

[Outro]
Stronger than ever, I rise from the pain
Dancing in freedom, I’ve broken the chains
You’ll remember my name when the night turns to day
I survived, and I’m here to stay 

[Chorus]
I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna work harder
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it
I will survive, keep on survivin’ 

[Bridge]
Thought I would crumble, thought I would fall
But look at me now, I’m standing tall
Your doubt was the fire that lit up my soul
Now I’m in control, I’m in control 

[Verse 1]
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without ya
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without ya
But I'm richer
You thought that I'd be sad without ya
I laugh harder 

[Chorus]
I’m a survivor, I’m not gonna give up
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna work harder
I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it
I will survive, keep on survivin’ 

[Outro]
Stronger than ever, I rise from the pain
Dancing in freedom, I’ve broken the chains
You’ll remember my name when the night turns to day
I survived, and I’m here to stay


Survivor

I still recall
The rocky shore
Windswept Pines, Oaks and Sycamores

It's Alright

Theory and Praxis

Inspired by Trance and various other electronic dance genres. 

Think About It

Watch the 📹Video: https://youtu.be/PhE7afina30👈
Lyrics interpretation, here: https://beatingedge.blogspot.com/2025/08/vacant-stares-interpretation-of-lyrics.html
Here we are with our last track of the month.
Lately, Carl @thebeautifuldark has been working on some important projects to raise awareness about the indiscriminate use of AI in the world of art. This track came from deep conversations between us, exploring themes of identity, authenticity, and the growing trend of music that’s “AI-made” but never truly felt or played.

Vacant Stares is a cryptic, cult-like vision of a digital future, where prompters replace creators, and artistic expression is reduced to hollow commands.
Blank stares. Selfish prayers. Fake songs for simulated feelings.
This track is a warning. A question. A reversed ritual.
It asks you: who are you, when you no longer use your own voice?

The song is divided into two parts:

Beating Edge's part:
It’s gothic, cinematic, full of ritualistic and unsettling imagery. The atmosphere evokes abandoned temples, secret cults, carved symbols… with that sense of existential disorientation like “they’re initiating me into something but I don’t know what.”
It feels like a lucid nightmare or a hallucination induced by an intelligence simulating spirituality.
Carl’s part:
More brutal, direct, anti-establishment. Almost a rap/spoken-word poem loaded with accusations towards those who use AI in a sterile, heartless way. “Selfish prayers / Fake / Unfair” hit like punches in the gut in just four words. It’s the awakening from hypnosis.

Let’s reflect! And use AI as a tool to amplify art, not to replace it!
Love you all!🫶

Lyrics:

(Tom)

Veil of whispers, carved in stone
Guiding hands, but I'm alone
Golden masks and hollow eyes
Chanting words that crystallize

Candles flicker, shadows climb
Marble echoes bend through time
Steps resound in hollow halls
Silent lips behind the walls

And they move like ghosts through the fevered air
With their silver robes and their vacant stares
Do I kneel, do I run, do I play along?
Or is this the place where I belong?

Smoke is rising, threads unwind
Painted symbols twist my mind
Fingers trace the silent vow
No way back, it's over now

And they move like ghosts through the fevered air
With their silver robes and their vacant stares
Do I kneel, do I run, do I play along?
Or is this the place where I belong?

A voice like thunder in my head
Tells me secrets left unsaid
A crimson door, a silver knife
A choice to stay or trade my life

Lights go dim, the world dissolves
A hollow chant, a fate evolves
In the mirror, I can't see
Is that me, or what's left of me?

(Carl - The Beautiful Dark)

Vacant stares
Selfish prayers
Fake
Unfair

Unnatural wear
Expressionless
Ghost digital smile
Simulated pain
You making fake dog pile

Guesses pluggs in
Self matrix is made
Showing young kids
Their artist mind grave

Not on our watch
Sing your own feeling
Talk your reflections
Save children's true meanings

Feeding them new
They'll amplify this
They'll stay plugged out
All now's reminisce

Prompters, have that reckoning
With fake thoughts you feeding

Respect the souls of past inspire
Their spirit will help you transcend the mire

Vacant Stares

Official Music Video

Shamans, alchemists and the natural philosophers of the classical era experience(d) that the planets are one and the same as the gods. They perceive them in the trance state like geometrically-shaped forces that send out signals or audible keys, when one concentrates directly on them at dawn on their name day.  That’s why I made a cover that was not the planet and not the goddess, but a more symbolic form of that force. 

The planets/gods have been called “the mills” by poets in the past because, when in tune with them, you experience a sort of grinding frequency going through the whole body.  I put a D drone to run through the whole track to try to capture that audible vibration, and I was inspired to write these words after meditating on Venus at dawn on her day, Friday. 
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Delight of human kind and Gods above, 
The Star of the Morning, the Queen of Love.
Whose power air, earth, sea and fire supplies,
And breeds all life that’s born beneath the skies.
Every kind that’s alive and blessed with sight,
Springs, when it sees your iridescent light.
It’s you Venus that shades and ghouls most fear, 
And at your blissful appearance, disappear.

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire. 

For you, the wells in fragrant flowers are dressed,
At the Star of the Evening, we take our rest,
And the heavens seem more serene, in harmony, 
When the night-black soil sparkles with copper,
And nightingales extol your cornucopia, 
Peace candles are lit, proportion’s restored, 
And the broken-hearted sense your breath
Soothing them to sleep and healing dreams.


Sadly the brutal business of the war 
Seems unavoidable when the skies host Mars, 
But a man may retire from fighting fields to prove 
The pleasing tremors of your eternal Love,
There, while your curling limbs about him move, 
Involved and entwined in the links of love, 
With heart-strung eloquence our prayers implore,
Bring lasting peace to this world once more. 

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire.

© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Venus

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Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Sarah Golding on Vocals. Fender Bass. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Steinway & Sons Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Alto Saxophone solo. Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Trumpet solo. Acoustic full Drum kit set. Percussion Tree chimes, Cow Bell, Congas, Bongos, Ago Go Bells, Timbales, 22" Zildjain Ride & Crash Cymbals.

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