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You’re still on my mind

Let's Dance

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In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

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Run pt2

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Arizona

She loves to ignore you 
Every chance that she gets

Maybe she’ll get the message
With a gun to her head 

It’s not fine
It’s all over for you 

You’ll just 
Sit at home
And masturbate again
Lose those thoughts
Of getting laid 

You’re not worthy 
Of the peace and quiet 
You deserve the
Fucking grave 

You’re not worthy 
Of my love or body 
Say that to
My fucking face 

She loves to ignore you 
Every chance that she gets

Maybe she’ll get the message
With a gun to her head 

It’s not fine
It’s all over for you 

You’ll just
Sit at home
And masturbate again
Lose those thoughts
Of getting laid 

Broken body 
On the fritz again 

Discard 
start from scratch and then
Program all the things you want 
To hear 

You’re in charge
It’s now or never 
Don’t press restart
Without a plan 

Start from save
And do it over 
And don’t give up
Till happy ends

happy ends |prod paranaparu

[Verse 1:]
Please, please, please—I’m begging here
Can I wake up in a world that feels sincere?
Where the people I love are close, not gone
Where I didn’t trade my soul just to carry on

I’m frozen stiff, I’m aching deep
In every bone, in every sleep
I threw away the things that mattered
Played with fire, let my whole world shatter

[Pre-Chorus:]
How the hell did I let it slip?
Why’d I panic when it all made sense?
Why’d I throw love off the edge
Just ‘cause we had a fight, just ‘cause I flinched?

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than good enough
Now I’m buried in the darkness
Dug myself a hole too rough
Please, please, please
Help me set this right
I know it’s up to me…
But damn it—give me back my life

[Verse 2:]
I’ve walked through fire, self-made hell
Tortured my soul till it forgot how to yell
I left the light, chose pain instead
Treated love like a game, till it bled

Why didn’t I let myself be loved?
Why’d I run when push came to hug?
I blamed the stars, I cursed the sky
But maybe the fault’s just me this time

[Pre-Chorus:]
Maybe I had to lose it all
To learn what not to let fall
Maybe I had to break apart
To feel the beating in my heart

[Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But we were more than worth the fight
Now I’m stuck beneath the surface
Suffocating in my own spite
Please, please, please
Help me make it right
I know I’ve got to move…
But God, give me back my life

[Bridge:]
I don’t have to stay alone
I don’t have to be this ghost
There’s a strength in me somewhere
That I need the most
It’s not God’s fault, not fate, not time
This one’s on me—but I can still climb

[Final Chorus:]
No, nothing can be perfect
But I can still rebuild tonight
I’ve got blood, I’ve got breath
I’ve got one last spark of fight
Please, please, please
Let me see the light
I know I’ve got to rise…
So I’m taking back my life

Based on an original track recorded by Mårten Olofsson. Vocals were A.I.-generated, but the lyrics are entirely written by Mårten.

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Give Me Back My Life

Paranoid Parrots

A song about your bus driver falling in love with you

A Bus Stop in Tottenham

self penned song for qpr fc using AI for backing

We Are QPR (pop rock)

Take a peak inside our world.
Jett, Valley, Yuki & Carson - We're a group of friends who makes music in our shared apartment and our broken laptop, what started out as dream, and now hoping to make it reality <3
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