Name: Sous les Vents de Bretagne by VitaliSynth
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Description: This song is a reflection of what I feel and experience. It began with my original concept, was created with the assistance of AI, and then meticulously refined by me to capture the essence of my emotions.

This great Paul Anka song is even better done with some smooth jazz and R&B touches.

Put Your Head on my Shoulder. A beautiful, smooth version of the original Paul Anka hit.

A song written camping at Dwellingup with the red tail cockatoos soaring above me,  swimming in the beautiful river: a song about listening to the signs that we see along the way, and the words that people say..

Listen to the Signs

I don’t really know how to talk about Everything But Goodbye without feeling like I’m giving something away. It’s the kind of album that doesn’t just tell a story—it pulls you into one you didn’t realize you were still living.

Every track feels like it was written in the dark, for the kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come with closure. You don’t get big dramatic moments or explosive choruses. You get quiet devastation. You get what it feels like to reread a text thread you never deleted, or to hear the creak of a door someone left open without saying goodbye.

There’s this space between the lyrics—between the guitar lines even—where all the grief lives. And R.U.D.Y. just lets it stay there. No rushing, no over-explaining. Just presence. Stay a Little Longer hit me harder than I expected. It’s so simple and raw. Like, you know the person’s gone, but you still keep the porch light on. Until You Close the Door is another one—it’s so still. Like it’s just sitting in the moment before someone finally walks away.

And then there’s the title track, Everything But Goodbye. It’s unreal how restrained it is. It’s all the things that were never said, folded into something that doesn’t even feel like a song anymore—it feels like breath. Like memory.

This isn’t music you throw on in the background. It’s something you sit with. Something you feel in your chest. Especially if you’ve ever loved someone who left without looking back.

This album doesn’t try to heal you. It just stays beside you in the quiet. And honestly? That’s what makes it unforgettable.

never belonged anywhere

**About This Track**  
—an original AI-assisted song released by Rob Nelson who is “Bring Your Own Brilliance,” and Ron Cameron who is “Alien Garden.” This track blends our human creative choices with AI tools to bring our ideas to life in a unique and expressive way.

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: [All “Alien Garden” song tracks = Ron Cameron]
- **Lyrics**: [All “Bring Your Own Brilliance” = Rob Nelson]  
- **Executive Producer**: [All “Alien Garden” song tracks = Ron Cameron]
- **Executive Producer**: [All “Bring Your Own Brilliance” song tracks = Rob Nelson]
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: for all song tracks;  Generated using TopMediAI or AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: for all song tracks: MP3 and WAV files generated by TopMediAI and refined using NCH Software (trims, fades, format conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: for all song tracks; LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: all song tracks; Created using Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay artists (Creative Commons)  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: all song tracks; Cyanite AI

**CHOICES Explained**  
“CHOICES” is our code word for the creative blueprint of each track—instrumentation, vocal tone, genre, tempo, and mood. Every song starts with our direction. The AI supports our choices; it doesn’t make them for us.

**Rights & Licensing**  
As TopMediAI members, we retain full commercial and non-commercial rights to this track under their [Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). All lyrics, arrangements, and production outputs are considered original works owned by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
We welcome musicians and producers to re-record or adapt our lyrics and music. Please credit us in any future releases that borrow from our work.

For licensing, collaboration, or industry inquiries, contact:  
Bring Your Own Alien Garden
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**A Final Note**  
This track was created with care, creative intention, and love for music that tells a story. Thank you for visiting—your support fuels every note we share.

Old Toys [Version # 7] [OTOY7]

[Verse]
Guitar is tuned heart is bleeding free
Strings are singing whispers of the sea
Pure cacao flows through veins like a stream
Eyes wide open chasing the dream

[Verse 2]
Want to stretch my body feel alive
Like a fish in water I can dive
Move in any direction no walls to hold
Searching for warmth in a world so cold

[Chorus]
Thanks for life but I want love
Thanks for the stars that shine above
Thanks for food but I crave you
Only your fire feels so true

[Verse 3]
Ceremony pure energy within
Dancing with shadows shedding my skin
Every breath a story every step a chance
Lending my soul to the rhythm of the dance

[Verse 4]
Still I stand on this rugged trail
Winds may howl and hearts may fail
But in your arms there's no disguise
A truth so loud it pierces the skies

[Chorus]
Thanks for life but I want love
Thanks for the stars that shine above
Thanks for food but I crave you
Only your fire feels so true

Open Strings 2

Feel the riddim, and let poetry carry you, it will set you free <3

@bananasutra(i) lyrics:

Question me, if you feel the need  
But poetry, yeah—it’s food, it’s seed  
It’s that voice inside, don’t chase the feed  
Only found in soul, where the real ones bleed  

Truth-tellin’, when the world feelin’ shaky  
Expression deeper than what they make me  
In times where the viral feel so empty  
Poetry slow burns—soft, deadly  

No trend, no brand, just spirit alive  
A low voice echo in this dubwise tribe  
Not for show, nah—not for fame  
But to name the ache and sing the flame  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Like roots in ground, like rice and tea  
It humbles me, makes me see  
In a world so loud—it sets me free  

All due respect to the creeds and towers  
To hierarchies, gods, and ivory powers  
But this here, this voice, this vulnerability  
Is the only thing that truly carry me  

See—poetry don’t wear no disguise  
It sit in wounds, it look in eyes  
It rise when safety’s nowhere near  
It speak the holy things we fear  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Like rhythm and smoke, like memory  
It brings us close, makes us believe  
In a language deeper than what we see  

It fights back hard—against division  
It cracks the lies, the cold precision  
It builds in silence, burns tradition  
It’s love, it’s rage, it’s intuition  

No revenge, no pride to defend  
Just bridges built that never end  
Across the lines they say divide  
I find the awe in every stride  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Not some artform, it’s therapy  
It’s touch, it’s taste, it’s clarity  
It’s what they miss in their prosperity  

You feel it when it hit you raw  
No filter, no pose, no law  
It sings us back to where we came  
No ego—just fire, soul, and name  

Love is god, and music’s the choice  
But poetry, woman, that’s my voice  
Low and smoky, steady and slow  
Just one riddim, deep and low  



[05] Poetry Slow Burns - Sweet DUBsutra

The intrinsic jump 
The need to repair 
My ability to see 
It everywhere. 
The battle ground is set. 
Is the mind healed yet? 
It doesn’t come 
From some threat. 
The mind looking 
To place its bet. 
The potential seen 
By the odds of regret. 
The Golden Rule 
Looking 
Searching 
For its fool. 
The temptation 
Is always great. 
This triangle 
Of hate. 
The dance  
Of transcendence 
The communication of fate. 
Then comes 
The understanding 
Risen out of  
What’s demanding 
That is never too late. 
Heal your perception 
By knowing  
Love’s rejection. 
This is the  
Tale of two forces 
Where love  
Double crosses. 
Codependency dancing 
With the Golden Rule’s 
Tendencies. 
To fix 
the perception 
That tricks. 
When you spot it 
You got it. 
How do you  
Hide it? 
It’s a game 
Of tag 
While I watch myself brag 
While I’m looking 
At a reflection 
Of something haunting 
That nags. 
The attempt to control 
The suggestion to be. 
Where is my ability 
To see me? 
Guide me? 
Sit beside me? 
Speak to me? 
Can I be a tree? 
While I’m hugging 
An illusion? 
While it bleeds? 
Infecting me 
with a thinking 
Not so free. 
Do unto others 
As I want them 
To do unto me 
I begin to suffocate. 
The tightness in my chest 
The restricting of my breath. 
Bring the mind 
And the Will follows. 
Lead by example 
Not by a nagging ramble. 
Speak your truth 
And find your spine. 
So you can  
heal that mind. 
It’s not the message 
From the blind. 
Give it away 
To keep it 
Having it 
By the way  
You seek it. 
Bring the mind 
And the world 
Will follow.

The Battleground

(Refrain)  
Je bent gek  
Hebt de rede verloren  
En hebt hem volledig tot ideaal gekozen  
Blijf hier op de grond  
Vlieg niet te hoog  
En als toch  
Neem me alsjeblieft mee  

Ik zie je  
Jouw passie  
En hoop dat hij bij jou geen lijden brengt  
Ik kan je begrijpen  
Hij is overweldigend  
De roes kan ik zien  
Zijn stem maakt het alleen maar beter  

(Refrain)  
Je bent gek  
Hebt de rede verloren  
En hebt hem volledig tot ideaal gekozen  
Blijf hier op de grond  
Vlieg niet te hoog  
En als toch  
Neem me alsjeblieft mee  

Als je hem niet wilt,  
Neem ik hem wel  
Tenzij  
Je laat hem niet gaan  
Ach, het maakt niet uit  
Dan delen we hem  
Ik kan ermee leven  
Polyamorie  

(Refrain)  
Je bent gek  
Hebt de rede verloren  
En hebt hem volledig tot ideaal gekozen  
Blijf hier op de grond  
Vlieg niet te hoog  
En als toch  
Neem me alsjeblieft mee

Lyrik trifft KI

Text Lyrik Martha Beat Kor

Musik Stimme KI Suno Abo

Gek Polyamorie NL

This song is a reflection of what I feel and experience. It began with my original concept, was created with the assistance of AI, and then meticulously refined by me to capture the essence of my emotions.

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These songs were created using generative AI tools. Final versions selected and arranged by Vitalii.



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