Good optimistic tune. Quality mix and production.

Very catchy tune 🙂 Let's work together

Cool rocking country groove... sweet sounding licks

yea this is dope i am music producer goes beyond my rap background this has feel good wit and dope tempo and groove

A very refreshing voice singing a melody that sticks in the head afterwards. Loved it!

The Only Joy

Dawn Over the Meadow.mp3

Prelude 5 (D♭) is in my favourite key. Like Chopin’s Prelude Op. 28 No. 4 (E minor), this shifts harmonically in a subtle way, one note at a time. The left hand has the melody until the climatic moments. Augmented chords help to provide more colour. Sheet music at https://www.australiancomposers.com.au/search?q=rachel+hocking

Prelude 5

Right Where I Want To Be

Neo Gea - Metal Gear (Original Mix)

Beach Walk

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

It's another experimental track with a new guitar with better voicing and definition, easily inspires the melodic part for this track.

Believe The True Light

“Two Worlds” is a soul-baring collection of nine intimate songs that trace the arc of a man’s emotional odyssey through love, loss, and healing. Told in rich acoustic textures and poetic storytelling, the album begins with the bright bloom of love and follows its tragic unraveling, descending into solitude, self-doubt, and inner collapse. Yet within the darkness, glimmers of light persist.

When sun goes down

Shamed for love

“Line Drive to Glory” by Dr. Elliot Lach is an uplifting, heartland-style anthem inspired by the true story of Jimmy K.—a Cape Cod auto body worker who stepped onto the legendary Field of Dreams and delivered a game-changing hit. With roots in small-town grit and a swing big enough to shake the cornfields of Iowa, this song celebrates the power of chasing your passion, making your family proud, and turning a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity into a hometown legend.

Featuring a blend of country rock and nostalgic Americana, this track brings baseball dreams to life with every chord and chorus. Whether you’re from Chatham, cheering on the Centerville Coyotes, or just believe in the magic of the game—this one's for you.

⚾ Go, Jimmy. Go Coyotes. Go dreamers everywhere. 🌽

Line Drive To GLory

I write songs I can relate to. I find it freeing and I hope I can invoke emotions through rhythm and words. I hope you like what you hear and are willing to share my music with your friends. 

Right Where I Want To Be

Steve Duffie

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