Music video https://youtu.be/q_8R5mAEjRc?si=5xPzNWT5eqpHmn-N
We wait. Our whole lives we do.

For love, for stillness, for coffee to kick in.
For the gut to calm down. For the light to hit right.

Life the Most Honest is a slow-burning reflection on the modern trance of waiting —
told in soft glitch and spoken truth.

✍️ Written and performed by Dr. Foss
🎙️ A morning poem for the world that forgets to feel.

Life the Most Honest

رابح صقر - منتهي الرقة

I Feel True is a sunny, light pop song that captures the beauty of the moment.
Gentle vocals, warm tones, and a dreamy atmosphere carry you through the day – whether at the breakfast table, wandering through a market, or in the glow of the evening.

This song is a hymn to being: to joy, gratitude, friendship, and the quiet radiance shining deeply through the eyes.
It invites you to pause, breathe, and feel life as it is – true, clear, and filled with lightness.

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

I Feel True (True Pop)

Danse des particules

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🎵 We work in several distinct sound worlds :

- BuZZiNG RoaD : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-road
- BuZZiNG aPeRo LouNGe : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-apero-lounge
- BuZZiNG iBiZa PaRTy : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-ibiza-party

- BuZZiNG aMBieNT : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-ambient
- BuZZiNG SoNoTHeRaPy : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-sonotherapy
- BuZZiNG iNSTRuMeNTaL : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-instrumental
- BuZZiNG aCouSTic : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-acoustic
- BuZZiNG LoVe : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-love
- BuZZiNG WoRLD MuSiC : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-world-music
- BuZZiNG JaZZ : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-jazz
- BuZZiNG FReNCH PoP : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-french-pop
- BuZZiNG SouL R&B : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-groove-soul-randb
- BuZZiNG SWeGGae : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-sweggae
- BuZZiNG RooTS ReGGae : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-roots-reggae
- BuZZiNG SoCiaLCoNTeST : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-social-contest
- BuZZiNG MoRoCCo : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-morocco
- BuZZiNG HiPHoP : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-hiphop-rap
- BuZZiNG DRuiD MySTiC : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-mystic-world
- BuZZiNG BReTaGNe : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-breton-breizh
- BuZZiNG BRaSS BaND : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-brass-band
- BuZZiNG TRiP-HoP : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-trip-hop
- BuZZiNG HouSe MuSiC : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-house-music
- BuZZiNG TeCHNo : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-techno

- BuZZiNG FoR CaTS LoVeRS : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/buzzing-for-cats-lovers

- @moonheart-folk-acoustic LoVe : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/moonheart-in-love-forever
- @soulmenow GRooVe : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/soulmenow-happy-groove-to-soul
- @jahyahya * ReGGae : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/yahyaspirit-roots-reggae-jamaican-blues
- @ladeeloop CaSaBLaNCa : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/feat-ladeloop-casablanca
- @coeurdebreizh FReNCH : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/coeurdebreizh-french-pop
- @wiwiman * HouSe FuNKy : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/wiwiman-electro-breizh-house
- @antineafromatlas MoRoCCo : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/antinea-from-atlas
- @breizhoo BReTaGNe : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/breizhoo-breton-traditional
- @druidspirit MySTiC : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/druids-mystic-forest
- @brasstechno HaPPy : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/brass2tek
- @sonotherapia-biomusic MeDiTaTioN : soundcloud.com/papyloop/sets/biomusic-sonotherapia-deep

🇲🇦 And if you like the charm of oriental Berber music, you can discover my little sister's sound universe: @ladeeloop Casablanca

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- Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/artist/7HphO01N7kBy87jrEzJ02j
- YouTube : www.youtube.com/channel/UCydW1Sv4tf9Nw_h8nw8s-nw
- Apple music : music.apple.com/fr/artist/papyloop/1706672990
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- Deezer : www.deezer.com/fr/artist/229914735
- Amazon Music : www.amazon.fr/music/player/artists/B0CHPKY4XD/papyloop
- LastFM : www.last.fm/music/Papyloop

👕You can also buy the music cover t-shirts : https://papyloop.myspreadshop.fr/

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Delusional

changed movie melody

Streets still hum like prayers forgotten

Kemmi Kamachi # 517

This Neo-Soul R&B heartfelt tribute to grief and transformation, based on Grant Lilly's original poem "Dog Gone" about losing his beloved companion Bunty on Christmas Eve. Adapted into song format, it explores how loss becomes wisdom through the recurring refrain about turning stumbling blocks into stepping stones—honoring how love persists beyond absence. 

Stumbling Blocks
If I were wise and wanted to be happy in my bones
Then I would look to turn my stumbling blocks into stepping stones
My constant companion for a dozen years
Died on the vet table today, Christmas Eve
Her convulsions and panting ceased
Relief now released
Her heart, her body let go
Now at peace, then laid to rest
At the bottom of a dug hole
And now there's the hole she leaves in my soul
The empty dog bowl, the vacant collar
The space on the road well walked
Her weight pressed against my thigh
Her warm eyes, her pink panting
Ready to walk, poised to play
If I were wise and wanted to be happy in my bones
Then I would look to turn my stumbling blocks into stepping stones
Now her sputum stains on my carpet are precious
And her presence is not far away
More joyful the memories, the bigger the blow
Good I'm alive, I survived you
So you won't have to miss me
Like I know I miss you
So bye-bye Bunty, I loved you
And that can never go
Dog gone
But love remains
If I were wise and wanted to be happy in my bones
Then I would look to turn my stumbling blocks into stepping stones
Dog gone
But stepping stones remain

Poem By Grant Tilly arrangement and song by Stephen Hollins

DOG GONE

 Personal Experience of the Collective - A relatable moment of connection to the Collective Unconscious
Morning kitchen routine becomes a portal to ancestral wisdom. Ordinary breakfast transforms into extraordinary communion with the Collective Unconscious through domestic ritual and memory. From my upcoming book "Breakfast with Jung." Chapter 1. The Collective Unconsciousness .

Breakfast with Jung

At dawn’s ragged edge, my kitchen becomes
A temple of ordinary prophecies
Coffee grounds like black diviner’s sand
Messages from the dead burned into toast

My grandmother’s hands emerge from steam
Weaving histories into my cup, while outside
Bougainvillaea bleeds its crimson alphabet
Across windows thin as memory’s skin

In the toaster’s chrome, faces ripple:
Great-aunts with eyes of burning coal,
Cousins carrying unborn stars in their teeth,
Children who might bloom from my bones.

Their reflections overlap like hungry ghosts,
All pressing against morning’s fragile glass.
The kettle screams with a thousand voices—
Every cup of tea ever poured flowing backwards

Through time’s copper throat. Even Jung himself
Pauses mid-bite, startled by its prophecy.
A tui splits the sky’s yolk with her song,
Harmonising with languages lost when

Eden’s gates swung shut. Her notes scatter
Like black pearls across my breakfast plate.
Time pools honey-thick in this hour
Between dreaming and day, sweet

With the marrow of memory. My spoon
Stirs ripples in the universe’s coffee cup.
The morning news bleeds through dimensions—
Every headline ever printed rising like smoke

From my coffee: wars, loves, births, extinctions
Spiral into one eternal moment of toast and tea.
Through the window, the bougainvillea
Drops petals red as birth-blood, each one

Carrying messages from the collective heart—
Semaphores from gardens of remembered light.
Watch now—as my ancestors lean in, hungry
For one more taste of morning, their shadows

Drinking light from my cup. Even the sugar bowl
Holds crystals of compressed eternities.
In this kitchen, we are all time travellers,
Breaking bread with our unborn children,

While the dead pour tea with trembling hands
And tomorrow whispers in our marrow.
Tell me then, you who breakfast alone,
Do you see them in your morning mirror—

All the faces time has worn and will wear,
Gathering like moths around your light?
Here at dawn’s clean slate,
Where every breakfast is the last breakfast,

And also the first, we drink our coffee
Black as memory, sweet as prophecy,
While Jung smiles from the doorway,
Knowing that eternity was always this:

A kitchen full of ghosts at morning,
Passing cream across time’s borders.
 
By Stephen Francis Hollins


11/October 2025

Breakfast with Jung

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