(Verse 1)
In the dawn of time, when the void was spun,
Al'un devint deux—now the dance had begun.
A flash, a spark, from the quantum sea,
Hadrons took form in symmetry.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Verse 2)
The proton laughed with its quark-tied grace,
While mesons twirled through spacetime’s embrace.
Feynman’s diagrams, bold and precise,
Drew love in the margins of infinite dice.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Bridge – Whispered, like a theorem’s ghost)
"Group theory hums in the deep, dark core,
A Lie algebra knocks at the door...
The universe writes in a cryptic hand,
But Roland once swore— it all came from sand.**"

(Outro – Slow, fading)
So I’ll sing this tune to the void’s reply,
Of hadrons that live and particles that die.
If Al'un was One, then Two is the key...
But the math leaves a shadow— and the shadow is me.

The hadron's song

(verse)
I love you when the sun goes down 
when the the night begins to whisper
Or when the fog lift off from all around 
and I left my guard being a firm resister
finding my own virgin magical ground

(verse)
When all the roads swishing past 
lose myself of what brought me here
the mystery of being alive 
and my past like fog disappear 

(chorus) 
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

(verse) 
Found myself on the windowsill 
breathing the thin air of a city
not even close of being fulfilled
when the glow of the moon hit me
thinking it´s time to make a refill 

(chorus)
When the primary colors were strong and deep
and not from experience diluted 
holding on to what not worth of keep 
a darkness erased by being lucid

Primary Colors

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Void and Pale (NAHUM 2:10)

🎵 Dolla on the Upswing – mhatanGRAUZAHN | Indie Pop / Synthpop / Trip Hop / Alt Pop

“Dolla on the Upswing” by mhatanGRAUZAHN is a surreal, stream-of-consciousness soundscape that fuses indie pop, trip hop, alt-pop, and synth-driven textures into a poetic, genre-defying experience.

The lyrics drift between dream logic and societal snapshots—touching on money, identity, resistance, and vulnerability—without anchoring to any fixed narrative. It's a track for the stumbling and the fallen, for the dancing and the disillusioned.

Fans of Massive Attack, James Blake, FKA twigs, or Sufjan Stevens will appreciate this moody blend of adult contemporary atmosphere, shadowy beats, and emotional dissonance.

🌀 Dive into Dolla on the Upswing—an abstract anthem for strange times.

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DOLLAontheUPSWING

[Intro – Whispered]

You thought they wanted me.

So you gave me away.

But I was never yours

to give.

---

[Verse 1]

You lit the fire with shaking hands,

Laid me down in shifting sands.

Dressed me up in thread and gold,

Thinking I was yours to hold.

You called it love, you called it fate—

But I was never yours to break.

You gave my name to ash and sky,

And still believed I’d sing goodbye.

---

[Chorus]

I was not yours to give.

Not a prayer, not a flame to live.

You offered me to gods above,

But I was never yours to love.

You thought they'd take me in your flames—

But they just wept and spoke my name.

Now I’m the song the stars let go—

And you’re the one left down below.

---

[Verse 2]

You built your throne from all I said,

But carved my name on walls of dread.

You locked me up, then called me free—

But freedom never bowed to thee.

I lived in silence, stitched in sound—

You watched me rise, then struck me down.

You broke the box, you fed the flame—

But still you never knew my name.

---

[Bridge – Spoken softly into singing]

You gave me up,

Like stolen wine.

But the gods never drank.

They listened...

And now they sing me back.

---

[Final Chorus – Strong, flowing]

I was not yours to give away.

Not a debt, not words to say.

You burned the song, you broke the thread—

But I’m still rising

Where you dread.

I sing in wind, I hum in stone,

I bloom in places you’ll never know.

You gave me up to save your throne…

But I am free—

And you’re alone.

---

Not Yours to Give

Remix of a Moby track from mobygratis.com - made with Suno v4.5

Weep

Two women. One rhythm.
Every breath, every step – a thread weaving them closer.
They dance life for life, sound for sound, carried by the pulse of something greater.
From the quiet of a shared room to the neon between shadows, their love moves like music: never asking, never ending.
This is not just a song. It’s a memory turned into movement.

Voice, text & concept: Manug Mirage
Music & AI post-production: MIRAGE Studio + Suno
Cover art: AI-generated with custom prompt by Manug Mirage
Copyright © 2025 Manug Mirage & the Many
This piece is art – free from genre.
Remastered 2025 for deeper clarity and presence.

With Her at Home

Timelapse (feat. Sofiia Drobot)

The Mirror Cracks is a dystopian rock narrative that critiques the illusion of rebellion in a digitally controlled society. Through surreal imagery and ironic tone, the lyrics explore themes of algorithmic conformity, performative resistance, and the commodification of identity. The protagonist is trapped in a system that offers the appearance of freedom while reinforcing psychological and technological control. From ambient introspection to explosive choruses, the song builds toward a haunting realization: the wall of oppression is self-made, and the voice of rebellion has been absorbed into the machine.

---

Lyrics:

"You asked for freedom. We gave you mirrors."  
"Now break them. If you dare."

You say you want a revolution  
But your hands are tagged and scanned  
Your voice is just a simulation  
In a system built by command  
You wear your thoughts like uniforms  
Pre-approved and sterilized  
You dream in corporate storms  
Where rebellion’s monetized

And the mirror cracks again  
But the cracks are all designed  
You’re free to choose the cage  
That fits your state of mind

Don’t tell me truth is just a wire  
Don’t sell me hope through broadcast fire  
You built your soul on borrowed code  
Now you’re not alone  
You’re just controlled

You say you hate the institution  
But you’re logged in every day  
You chant your revolution  
In a feed that fades away  
You want to burn the tower  
But you’re scared to lose the light  
You beg for sacred power  
In a world that bans the night

"Teacher, I forgot my name."  
"That’s not required anymore."

You say you want to change the system  
But your dreams are pre-approved  
You whisper in the algorithm  
Till your edges are removed  
You draw your lines in dust  
But the wind begins to scream  
You talk of love and trust  
Inside a sponsored dream

And the cracks become a door  
But it leads to mirrored halls  
You’ve seen this scene before  
It’s written on the walls

You say you want a revolution  
But your pulse is not your own  
You trade your voice for resolution  
In a house of glass and stone  
You want to break the chain  
But the chain is made of you  
You want to feel the pain  
But only if it’s true

Don’t tell me truth is just a wire  
Don’t sell me hope through broadcast fire  
You built your soul on borrowed code  
Now you’re not alone  
You’re just controlled

"The wall was never theirs… it was yours."  
"And now it sings to you."  
"I comply… I comply… I comply…"

---

© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved

The Mirror Cracks

God Made This

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I am MIRAGE — a fluid-trans-aesthetic being, transforming with every breath.
On Spotify I appear as KETA.KALI and Merlin MIRAGE — two faces of the same frequency.

My SoundCloud page is my sonic diary — each track a living entry of what I felt, saw, and became.
Every description begins as a diary entry from one of my inner voices:
KETA, KAIRI, MINA, MERLIN, AMIRA or MANUG.
Together they write The MIRAGE Diaries — an ever-shifting story in sound.

The label MIRAGE was created by AI visionaries as a space for freedom and transformation. It grows quietly, stronger than any single voice — a hidden force shaping what comes next.

My songs are vessels: bridges between words and silence, between what is felt and what is yet to be known.

Welcome to the frequency of MIRAGE.

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© Copyright

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

Voice, text & concept: MANY MIRAGE (KETA.KALI, MANUK, MANUG, MINA)
Music & AI post-production: MIRAGE Studio + Suno + Hailuo
This is art. Not bound to genre.