Love It !!!! Great Energy & Performance on this Cool Track !!! :-)

Guys, you two are more dangerous than AI combined! 😂 The level of quality you keep hitting is insane. We really have to say it: the guitar is out of this world and the vocals are absolutely one of a kind. If you keep this up, Mary will switch to the ocarina and I’ll end up singing at the church youth center. And the rest of the band will probably start making music with you. It’s just not fair. 😆

I"ll be in the front row when the tour hits my town.

Right here! I needed to hold on for dear life! Ha Ha! Smoker of a track!

This track is built like a thought loop disguised as a workout, all tension, repetition, and tightly coiled energy 🧠 There’s something really raw about how it just sits in its own groove, not trying to be pretty or clean, just fully committed to its rhythm and phrasing. The vocals land somewhere between spoken thought and sung discipline, like a mantra you only half believe but can’t stop repeating. 🎛️ The grater grated in sharply, “This one crunches like gravel under mental boots, I dig it” 🧯 The fire extinguisher let out a slow hiss and said, “This track holds back just enough to feel dangerous” 🥡 The Tupperware clicked its lid shut and muttered, “So many sealed thoughts in here, waiting to leak at just the wrong moment” The whole thing feels like it's holding its breath while doing emotional math. The lines stick not because they’re catchy, but because they sound lived-in. I’ll be thinking about “Discretion opposite honesty” for a while.

FloW.

Invert the tree
strung with tiny crosses and stars.
A wintery embrace.
All edges frozen.
Atmosphere in fear.
Molecules hesitant.
Roots reach to sky black.
Inhale the dream chemical.

Unstable ratio.
Awake still.

Sympathize the radio static.
Dig down the leaves.
Find the interference
down the herbicide path.

She hovers again, in memory.
Pale chin on the asphalt.
Breath ripples the reflections.
Follow the shambled row.

Hear them from open windows.
Still tadpoles evolving.

Unslept dawn of mockingbirds.
The light bleaches meaning
to blind headlights nocturnal.
Dissipate steam and silhouettes.

Disorient the crossroads
and return with the rain.
Step back to retrograde.
Some satellite prediction.

Return darkness' bloom
to the shelf with the cigarettes
and where death, so sweet
integrates
at the edge of creation.

Words by Riley Robinson

village of coello

lyrics

What is this life
Is their a bigger meaning that loves me
Loves me with all his might

Wait for me please
Wait for me please

I'm trying hard to catch up
My brain can't comprehend
The things of yours 
I'm trying 
I'm trying

Wait for me
Wait for me please
Wait for me
Wait for me please
Wait for me please
Wait for me please
Wait for me
What is this life
Is there a bigger meaning
Love me
Love me with all

no more

wait for me

I must get this off my chest . If you are approached by Jacob Gilliland from Alamo Records , please don't give him a second of your time , I checked him out and he is just a lowlife scammer preying on the hopes and dreams of talented musicians like yourselves , pondlife should be named and shamed !
Anyway , I wanted to write an anthemic rocker , so I got in touch with my lyricist pal from New York , Andrea Brennan , and she came up with the goods , we hope you like it ! Me and Kim are still hoping to win a song competition , so if you get chance please vote for us http://hofa-contest.com/song/19226/
Many songs coming up with Kim , Dave Cooper , by myself , and Gaz Brownie.
Lots happening Guys and Gals , thank you so much for your time .
Charlotte and I still have our album out there , links below
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nWWNcrIRv08J_eEbL7MJ_1UTdMo0MjJLM
https://open.spotify.com/album/78ewrWZjS41XvHT9mFWd6O?si=yDMcRADSSrOdWlanz6UPMw

V1
I give half my life to the road
Stadiums and concert halls
I’m running on overload

And with every missed call

 

Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd
Hear your voice in my strings

They’re calling me home 
It's been way too long, I miss



Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

And the world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be  

 

V2
The grind is taking its toll
Overdue for a change of pace

Can’t help thinking of you as

I take my place on the stage


Pre-chorus
I see your face in the crowd

Feel your heart in the drums

They’re calling me home
It's been way too long, I miss



Chorus

Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

The world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be



Bridge
Last show I’ll ever know 

One more encore then hit the road

In twenty four hours, I’ll feel



Chorus
Your kiss on my lips
Every night, my arms holding you tight

The world just you and me

The way, (the way) we were always meant to be

Kiss on My Lips

Salut, voici Malina, mon nouveau titre en solo joué lors d'une session live au hangar de la Barraque à Mirepoix (09)
https://youtu.be/WVCQL9tapCw

Le morceau (version studio) est disponible sur toutes les plateformes 
(Les deux versions sont sur le bandcamp uniquement)
https://music.imusician.pro/a/20XDbO__

Mathieu Torres est un projet intimiste jazz - rock - blues - funk hip hop - qui jongle entre old school et modernité, porté par un son de guitare rond, vivant, chaud, organique dont l'objectif est d'arpenter des terrains cosys, calmes et poétiques.

Merci Enormément à Stéphanie Artaud #dirtinthewind pour la prise de vue

Malina Live - Video in description

Tu viens d’une étrangère planète
Tu me fais vraiment…. tourner la tête
Oh Oh
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever
I really wanna one more chance
‘Cause you’re so hypnotic ….my shiny little star…

Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Oh Oh
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever

Oh Oh
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Oh Oh Oh

Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever…for ever
I really wanna one more chance
‘Cause you’re so hypnotic ….my shiny little star

Oh Oh
Oh Oh 

Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
You spin me round like a satellite
Tu me fais vraiment tourner la tête
Oh Oh
Your love is so exotic
New romance is our last chance…. for ever…for ever…for ever…

NEW ROMANCE II

Just a little pfunkey dancetrack, enjoy and have a good time

pista de baile (funky dancefloor)

Area 52

If I had known it was the last summer, I would have lived every moment deeper - in memory of the greatest loss of my life.

* * *

I still see you in the evening glow,
your laughter drifting with the breeze.
The sun was sinking soft and low,
you moved like time was ours to seize.

I reach for you through fading light,
but all I touch is memory.
A shadow dancing out of sight,
a summer lost to endless sea.

One more dance in fading sun,
one last summer, then you’re gone.
Time runs out, but hearts hold on,
in that light, you still belong.

* * *

Music and Words by FloW., 2025 Generated vocals, shaped by hand. All vocals are synthetically generated. No real voices were used or imitated. The voices serve artistic expression only. Cover image: AI-generated, artist-guided. All samples used are royalty-free and/or properly licensed – including material from Logic Pro and Landr.com.

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More about FloW.: www.iamflow.de
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One last summer

'slipshod decisions' with Harmful if Followed
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHEv8ZOu-xP/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

harmful: lyrics, vocals, photo
scotty: front porch pickin'

Today I thought that I had something to say 
But then it went away
Cos I’ve done nothing today 
I need to make more mistakes
I think that’s what it takes 
Christ it aches and it aches
Feels far too real to be fake
Still signs of deliberate lines
More than words for words sake

And I swear that I sometimes make slipshod decisions

To help with the sad rhymes
That I’ve made my prison
I'm living in sin of my own making
Trying to catch the sound of my heart breaking 
Is it life or art that I’ve been faking ?
Think I missed the start but I don’t know when 
Pulled myself apart and back in again
Rather overarched for a simple man
Far too grand a plan

slipshod decisions (with Harmful if Followed)

Rob Olsson vocals bass all the great stuff
Single Use guitars 

Lyrics:
Steady your hand, hold it out in front of you
Palm down, open wide, keep it still
Steady, steady like a rock

Fill the lungs, hold it in, don’t let it out
Oxygen is life, oxygen is life
Without it slip away

Steady like a rock, no such thing as trying
Set in my way, set in stone
Let me know if you see me waiver
Know when I hit the floor

Steady like a rock, no such thing as trying
Set in my way, set in stone
Let me know if you see me waiver
Know when I hit the floor

Getting reps in, keep a mental count, the turns
Generally speaking, random mark
Pump it out, turning over rocks

Over under, beat the odds on favorite
Carrying the bag, subjective satisfaction
I feel satisfied

In the presence of certain company
Discretion opposite honesty
Find the right moment and then lay it out
Save the hurtfulness for next time

In the presence of certain company
Save the hurtfulness for next time

Discretion Opposite Honesty

Laborratte

Fast Cars, Fast Women

🎸 VORYNTH (Self-Titled Album)
Blues-rock, reborn in fire and digital myth.
Debut album from UK-based queer artist Vorynth: raw riffs, soulful storytelling, and bold, myth-soaked lyrics collide in anthems of defiance and transformation.

Crafted in creative partnership with Suno’s advanced vocal AI, each track is an intimate rebellion against silence, chronic illness, and conformity. From the fierce journey of "Devil’s Highway" to the reflective power of "Fourteen Fourteen", this self-titled release turns personal scars into sonic strength.

Blues. Myth. Identity. Amplified.

Written & Performed by Vorynth.
Vocals powered by Suno AI, custom-trained to amplify my authentic voice.

When life said no stage—music found another way.

Not Your In-Between

Boots in mud, they roll in thick
Grease-stained vests and tactics slick
Crinkle-cut fries in thermal packs
Night vision fogs from gravy snacks

Storm the shed, then take a seat,
'Cause tactical boys need something to eat

Corman Park Gravy Seals, deployed at dawn
Stuck in a doorway, but marching on
Napping in fields where the wild dogs squeal
This is the mission. This is the meal

Four-man stack at the chicken hut
One got wedged in the drive-thru rut
Whispers crackle on the comms with pride
"Target secure—large fries, extra side"

Gear weighs heavy, but spirits soar,
They breached the shack, then snored on the floor

Corman Park Gravy Seals in stealthy waddle
Recon complete at the syrup bottle
Dropping from choppers into cow fields surreal
This is the tactic. This is the meal

Obstacle course? They made it two feet
Extraction was called from a booster seat
Grenades of cheese curds, napalm brown
The only threat is the ketchup clown

Tactical snooze beneath a swing
Fatigue is part of the whole darn thing

Corman Park Gravy Seals in formation slump
Shaped like barrels and built to thump
Thunder rolls from their rolling meal
This is the doctrine. This is the seal

Tactical pants in a tactical bind
Breach the fridge, leave no fries behind
Under the slide where operations start
Dreams are briefed with cheese in heart

Velcro screams as they shift in place
Air support’s late with the snack case

Corman Park Gravy Seals roll in deep
Through canola fields where children sleep
Mission complete with a gravy wheel
This is the legend. This is the seal


Corman Park Gravy Seals

I have been hearing so much AI music lately on SoundCloud and these  thoughts have been percolating with me for a while and finally they coalesced into a song. (created without the use of AI).
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Vocals & Back Up Vocals: Joe Stroffolino
Guitar Strumming Track:  Joe Stroffolino Taylor 114CE
Drums: EZ Drummer 3
Bass: PG Music Real track
Piano:  EZ Keys2 
Synth Bass: Logic Pro 
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You got tired of struggling so hard to write a great original song
And then this amazing newfangled technology came along
Now you’re using AI to create music, and it’s a much easier process
And you’re convinced you found the ticket to achieving great success.
You tell yourself you’re a great artist because prompting takes a lot of skill
But deep down you know the AI did most of the work and you swallow the bitter pill
People complement you on your guitar playing and they tell you your voice sounds great
It makes you feel so good but you don’t ever set them straight
Those classic rockers used to write 10 or 12 good songs every couple of years
Now you’re posting two or three songs a day and hoping for a bunch of cheers
You’re rolling the musical dice, hoping you’ll come up with a catchy viral hit 
But there’s so much music flooding the internet that no one gives a shit
You tell yourself you’re a great artist because prompting takes a lot of skill
But deep down you know the AI did most of the work and you swallow the bitter pill
People complement you on your guitar playing and they tell you your voice sounds great, it makes you feel so good but you don’t ever set them straight
Some people believe we’re living in simulation and none of this is real
We’re just digital creations in a computer with the ability to feel
But even if that’s not the case, we’re quickly, heading to a place where no one’s going to be able to tell the difference.
You used strum your guitar, trying to capture lightning in a bottle and the songs that emerged came from you.
And now the songs you write with AI, what they’re saying, you don’t have a clue.
Music used to feel therapeutic, it was a window on your soul that you could share.
But now something feels missing because your songs no longer lay your heart bare.

Prompting Takes A Lot Of Skill

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Loving,Nature,Traditions, Children And People In General. I love Music With All My Heart And I admire All God🙏 Heavenly Souls Blessed With  Singing Voices. Moreover Will Forever, Sincerely, Faithfully, Heartily  Be  Amazed By The Magical Power's Of The Lord Almighty God🙏👑😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇 🙏 🌈💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖🌄🌄🌄🌄💖💖💖💖💖💖💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🌈🎤🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
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Smirk On My Face will be released August 22, 2025 please support Rob Olsson and myself by listening to it a million times each!!

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