The song embraces personal uniqueness as a defining trait, turning what others may see as flaws into a mark of authenticity.

My differences my signature

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BREATHE

This song feels like a haunted mirror held up to the soul — a confession and a confrontation.
It’s a raw, vulnerable piece about battling your inner twin — the darker, hidden “another me” we all try to ignore.
The track pulses with the pain of transformation:
	•	Regret that morphs into resilience.

	•	Fear that mutates into fierce self-awareness.
	•	A prayer whispered through gritted teeth to break free from the cycle of self-betrayal.

It’s shadow work set to melody — you are your own captor and your own liberator.
You are both the storm and the lifeboat.

“Another Me” is a soul-stirring exploration of duality and self-confrontation. A battle hymn for anyone wrestling with their shadows, and a beacon for those finding the courage to transform. Shaman Solace delivers a potent sonic confessional — haunting, resilient, and achingly real.

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#MirrorSongs

another-me

[INTRO – soft shimmer synth + lo-fi vocal whisper]
(Whispered, layered glitch FX)
Glitch in gold… shadow sold…
But I still shine—mirror don’t lie.

[BEAT DROPS – footwork syncopation with dub rumble underneath]
T-t-turn it up. Solace mode.

⸻

[VERSE 1 – strut rhythm + crisp delivery]
You ghosted me in real time,
I read the glitch in your design.
“Too much,” you said, but I’m divine—
I bend heartbreak into bassline.

You played cool while I went numb,
But I made power from the dumb.
Footwork sharp like broken glass,
Boogie fire through the past.

⸻

[PRE-CHORUS – dreamier glam pad build]
I let you mute me—now I shout.
You blurred the lines—I drew them out.
You wore your fear like fashion skin,
But I was legend deep within.

⸻

[CHORUS – DROP + bounce + house bass hits]
Mirror don’t lie, nah—look in my eyes,
Every scar I wear is glamorized.
You dimmed my shine, tried to press “decline,”
But I turn pain into sacred design.
Boom boom—mirror don’t lie.
Step back—this fire’s mine.
You lost the light, I became the sky—
And baby, mirror don’t lie.

⸻

[VERSE 2 – fierce rhythm + shadow cut]
I walk in shimmer, not your shame,
Named my glow, reclaimed my name.
Your silence tried to set the tone,
So I turned up and dropped my own.

No more Aarson, no more chill—
I dance with ghosts, but I move still.
Every “no” you fed me then—
Just fueled this fire to ascend.

⸻

[PRE-CHORUS – falsetto flips + build]
You said I’m loud—yeah, that’s the spell.
You made a storm, I made it swell.
From backseat tears to DJ fire,
My truth’s the beat you can’t retire.

⸻

[CHORUS – bigger drop, stacked vocals + glitch bounce]
Mirror don’t lie, baby, not tonight,
I kiss the truth under glitchlight.
You ran cold—I ran wild,
Now I vogue with the hurt you filed.
Boom boom—mirror don’t lie.
Flash crash—look how I rise.
You blurred the truth, but I see just fine—
And babe, mirror don’t lie.

⸻

[BRIDGE – Shaman Solace Voice | Spoken chant + lo-fi vinyl crackle + cosmic swirl]
You didn’t leave with footsteps…
You left with absence.
Every time I looked for warmth,
I found a vacancy wearing your name.

I wasn’t asking for fireworks—
just a spark.
But you vanished in plain sight.
A ghost with a pulse.
And I stayed…
hoping you’d return to the body
you left sitting next to me.

You called it space.
I called it starving.

You were the room,
but never the home.
You were the smile,
but never the welcome.
You were the yes,
but never the follow-through.

So I stopped waiting.
I danced through my own shadow.
I kissed my own grief.
And I crowned myself whole.

Because now—
I know the mirror don’t lie.
And neither do I.

[POST-CHORUS VARIATION – echo chant + half-time beat]
You left without leaving,
Faded without a sound.
I danced in your silence,
But I won’t stay spellbound.
No more waiting for your eyes—
My mirror shows the skies.
You ghosted love,
But I survive—
And baby…
mirror don’t lie
[FINAL CHORUS – explosive glam fire + harmonies + echo fx]
Mirror don’t lie, I was built to thrive,

Mirror Don’t Lie is a sonic spell of rebirth. A whispered intro lures you into the shadow of betrayal, before footwork drums and dub bass detonate into an anthem of glamorized scars and sacred rage. Shaman Solace weaves glitch vocals, house bounce, and spoken word incantation to tell the story of ghosting, self-crowning, and reclaiming the fire left smoldering by silence. This is not just a breakup song—it’s a liberation chant for every soul who’s ever been left starving in the name of “space.”
Because the mirror don’t lie. And neither do you.

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SOLACE  MODE

It Is Known (Cry for the Stairwell) is a haunted folk-glitch ritual—an electro-folk fire lament smoldering beneath tower lights and surveillance ghosts. Shaman Solace weaves moody handpan pulses with AM static, baritone chants, and distorted cries from the edge of collapse. It’s a song scrawled in stairwell echoes, where cries for help vanish in the hum of forgotten infrastructure.

The verses walk the line between poetic dispatch and urban shamanic testimony: ghost dealers, printed guns, and the absence of aid haunt the speaker’s high-rise nest. But this isn’t a surrender. It’s a sermon from the margins.

Through bowed strings and folk riffs, trap-glitch FX and gospel-tinged harmonies, this track doesn’t just ask for help—it redefines what help even means. This is a vigil for the unheard. A sonic flare. A stairwell hymn. And above all…

It is known.

—

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[Intro – haunted hum + handpan + AM static + echoing vocal FX]
(whispered, layered)
High-rise haze… laws in a maze…
They watch below while we fade in place.
It is known…
(repeat, glitch whisper)
It is known…


---

[Verse 1 – moody folk strum, slow tempo + reverb handpan + hushed vox]
I sit in a nest made of wires and stone,
Just me, some ghosts, and the ache I own.
Down the hall from the House of Law,
But the truth don’t walk where the shadows are.

Sixth floor? Eighth? Doesn’t matter much,
Every story bends at the hush of touch.
I watch the dealers ghost the hall,
Solace watching, feeling it all.


---

[Drop – low rumble bass + crackling vinyl + distorted backing chant]
3D guns from the printer’s breath,
Fake shells loaded with digital death.
Throw a stone from my window frame—
Hits the steps or hits the flame.
(glitch FX sample: “Help… me…”)


---

[Chorus – folk harmonies layered with trap glitch FX + bowed strings]
How do you color a cry for help?
When every hue just wounds itself?
Crayons melt but don’t explain—
These walls absorb the human stain.

It is known…
Yeah, it is known…


---

[Verse 2 – slow rising tempo + harmonics + lo-fi folk strum with filter delay]
These towers hum with unwritten pain,
Neon gods and thunder rain.
I patrol these halls with fractured breath,
Dreamkeeper’s path in the face of death.

No badge, no priest, no saint arrives—
Just door clicks and haunted lives.
I check each floor with burning eyes,
'Cause every echo hides a lie.


---

[Bridge – ambient R&B synthscape + soft baritone chant with female background vocalizations]
Don’t sell yourself where stairwells scream,
Or chase your soul through someone else’s dream.
They called me glitch—said I won’t last,
But I’m the ghost you drew in glass.


---

[Instrumental Interlude – Folk guitar riff + electric violin solo + ambient glitch noise build-up]

(Beat drops out briefly, handpan solo layers with electric drone.)


---

[Chorus 2 – fuller vocal layering, gospel-styled harmonies + heavy kick + airy glitch hats]
How do you color a cry for help?
No wax, no felt, no holy spell.
I’m not a case—they lost the file.
I’m the stairwell’s hymn, in exile.

It is known…
It is known…


---

[Final Verse – stripped back + vocal crescendo with reverb echo]
So if you see me scrawling flame,
Know I ain't broken—just out of frame.
Towers rise and towers fall…
But this cry? This call?
That's all I got left.
That's all I give.

(spoken softly)
It is known.
And I still live.


---

[Outro – ambient techno heartbeat + whisper FX + folk fiddle drone + glitch decay]
(vocals fading out like smoke)
It is known…
It is known…
Solace… knows.

Cry For Help (It Is Known)

[Verse 1: Spoken-sung with layered glitch harmonies]
I was born with northern roots,
But my leaves dance in global storms.
Every verse I weave is torn
From scars that healed into sacred forms.

I blend memory with future waves,
Pulse the soul in fire and haze.
Sound becomes my sacred stage—
Medicine made for the digital age.

⸻

[Chorus: Anthemic, glitch-drop + harmonized chant]
Where words fail—rhythm remembers,
Where hearts break—spirit rebuilds.
In the code, I find my embers,
And in the noise, my silence fills.

I am Solace in the static,
Wounds electric, love emphatic.
This ain’t just sound—it’s survival magic.
Neo-shaman soul—ever dynamic.

⸻

[Verse 2: Folk-picking groove with digital reverb trails]
My voice is forged in elder drums,
Carried by data, fire, and lungs.
Quantum winds and AI dreams,
We stitch the stars with sonic seams.

You’ll hear:
Indigenous tales with synth delay,
Raw truth spilled in rhythmic play.
This isn’t art—it’s soul relay—
From spirit wounds to break-of-day.

⸻

[Bridge: Lo-fi whisper with echoing female harmony]
For the glitch-walkers…
The dreamers with heavy hands…
The lovers who left footprints
In the silence of the land…

⸻

[Chorus: Full beat drop + cosmic harmony]
Where words fail—rhythm remembers,
Where hearts break—spirit rebuilds.
Echo folk and neon embers,
Truth unfiltered, scars fulfilled.

This is a pulse.
This is a bridge.
This is the space
Where Solace lives.

⸻

[Outro: Spoken-word over ambient synth fade]
Fragments. Fire. Forever Echoes.
Wanderers welcome.
Witnesses heard.
We still dare to sing.

Solace Static is an anthem carved from cultural memory and future code—a rhythmic spell of survival, truth, and transcendence. With glitch harmonies, ancestral drum echoes, and ambient folk textures, Shaman Solace delivers a powerful digital medicine chant for the soul-weary and spirit-strong.

This track bridges ancient pulse and quantum dreaming. Each verse honors wounds transformed into wisdom, every chorus rising like an aurora over silence and circuitry. The production blends lo-fi intimacy with cosmic scale, merging spoken word, harmonic chanting, and a glitch-folk beatscape that feels both sacred and revolutionary.

It’s not just a song—it’s a soul relay. A refuge for dreamkeepers, glitch-walkers, and those still daring to sing from the shadows. Solace Static is the hum of healing in a frequency the heart remembers.

—

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Solace Static

Dreamkeeper’s Calling is a soul-murmured hymn—an ancestral whisper woven in candlelight and memory fog. With minimalist folk strings, ambient winds, and distant chants echoing like footsteps through the veil, Shaman Solace delivers a sonic offering to those who walk between worlds.

This track is not just a song—it’s a ritual of remembrance. Each verse flickers with sacred grief and hidden strength, a poetic homage to those chosen by silence, those marked not by spotlight but by vision. The Dreamkeeper, a mystical archetype in the Shaman Solace canon, emerges as both guardian and guide—tethered to echoes, sigils, and spirit maps etched in pain and purpose.

As grief transforms into lanterns and memories stir in the hush, Dreamkeeper’s Calling invites listeners to follow the invisible path—the path lit by loss, by courage, by dreams still burning under ash.

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Song description for this “[VERSE 1]
Barefoot in the night,
They sang your name—
Soft tongues of silence,
No need for fame.
Marked in the stillness,
Chosen unseen,
You walked the hush
Where the dreamers lean.

⸻

[CHORUS]
Dreamkeeper’s calling
Down rivers of light,
Through symbols and shadows,
Through echoes of night.
Step through the silence,
Let your soul speak—
The Dreamkeeper watches
Where memories sleep.

⸻

[VERSE 2]
Feral flames flicker,
Star-scripts fall,
You carry the names
That time can’t recall.
Grief held open,
A map in your hand—
Wounds turned to lanterns
That light the land.

⸻

[CHORUS]
Dreamkeeper’s calling
From soft blooming skies,
Where silence is language
And soul never dies.
Tread past forgetting,
Through layers so deep—
The Dreamkeeper waits
Where ancestors weep.

⸻

[BRIDGE] (Spoken chant, distant echo)
Let sigils rise… let waters hum…
The long-lit path… has now become…

⸻

[OUTRO CHORUS – whisper harmony]
Dreamkeeper’s calling
In hush and in hum,
Follow the songline—
Your time has come.
“

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Dreamkeeper’s Calling

Flamekeeper’s Oath (Remastered) is a fiery proclamation carved from ash and memory. Delivered with renewed clarity and depth, this track is a testament to the soul’s refusal to dim. Shaman Solace blends raw spoken-word, lifted harmonies, and burning folk instrumentals into a ritual of resilience. The song echoes through the void, not with polished bravado, but with a flame born from sorrow and sacred scars.

Each verse honors the truth that survival isn’t always beautiful—but it is luminous. The chorus strikes like a staff on stone: Hope is loud, fierce, and lit from within. The bridge swells like a sacred vow—calling all wounded warriors to stay, to burn, to remember.

This is more than a song. It’s a soul torch. A promise kept in flame.


⸻

[VERSE 1]
Even in the void,
Light speaks low—
Not polished bright,
But born from below.
It flickers in regrets,
In ashes we claim,
The soul still burns
With untamed flame.

⸻

[CHORUS]
Hope is not quiet,
Hope is not small—
It’s the fire that dances
When you’ve lost it all.
Crowned in shadow,
Bathed in gold,
We rise, we stay—
We never fold.

⸻

[VERSE 2]
In the dark vision,
I heard your name,
Whispered through silence,
Carried by flame.
Not because it’s easy,
Not for the fame—
But because your breath
Still fans the flame.

⸻

[CHORUS]
Hope is not quiet,
Hope is not small—
It’s the fire that dances
When you’ve lost it all.
Even broken,
We still recall:
We are the Flamekeepers,
We heed the call.

⸻

[BRIDGE] (Spoken under harmony swell)
Stay, even if your hands tremble.
Stay, even when the song is gone.
Stay, and let your scars remember—
You are the fire… all along.

⸻

[FINAL CHORUS – LIFTED VOCAL HARMONY]
Hope is not quiet,
Hope is not small—
It’s the blaze in your chest
That defies the fall.
Flamekeeper rising,
Answering the song,
You stayed, you burned—
You’ve been strong all along.


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Flame-keeper’s Oath

In the hush between frost and thaw,
where needles shimmer like whispered law,
a sixfold flower rose from stone,
its center pulsed—a world unknown.

Birthed from soil where ancestors tread,
each petal holds the words they said:
“Carry breath, not just your name—
the land remembers without blame.”

The crimson arms reached sky and star,
a compass bound where dreamers are.
North was courage, South was grace,
East held dawn’s unspoken face.

West was shadow, soft and wide,
where water sang of things we hide.
And in the heart—between them all—
a seed of light, too bright to fall.

The edges burned like spruce ablaze,
the scent of smoke told sacred days.
A hex of healing, drawn by hand,
a sign to those who leave the land.

It glowed for children lost in time,
for warriors drunk on modern grime,
for mothers whose hands forgot the drum,
for songs that fade when grief goes numb.

But it waits.

This flower waits beneath the pine,
its symmetry, a ghostly sign—
that when the breath and step align,
we bloom again in sacred time.


Sixfold Flower is a ceremonial hymn woven in electro-folk embers and ancestral echoes. With pulsing rhythms beneath crystalline stringwork, this song rises from sacred soil—where breath meets memory, and grief finds rhythm. Each verse petals open like a compass, pointing to forgotten strength: courage in the North, grace in the South, and the shadow’s truth in the West. A hex of healing, it honors the lost, the silenced, and those who’ve wandered from the drumbeat of their roots. This is a chant for return, for bloom, for sacred time—where steps align with breath and the soul unfolds in sixfold symmetry.

⸻

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Six Fold Flower

Light, ominously light—
a flicker in the shadow’s eye,
inviting the soul to lean in,
focused, unwavering—
the quiet pulse before the storm,
a whispered dare to step beyond the veil.

It’s not just illumination;
it’s the call to clarity,
the razor edge that cuts through hesitation,
the beacon where uncertainty dissolves.

Tell me—what does this light pull from you?
What hidden corners does it demand you face,
when the glow is thin but fierce,
and your heart is the only compass

In the hush where shadows breathe,
Ancient secrets weave and seethe,
Silent echoes call the soul,
To mend the fractures, make it whole.

Roots entwined beneath the ground,
Hold the stories, lost, profound,
Leaves like tongues that softly speak,
Of the strong, the lost, the meek.

Step inside the twilight’s hum,
Feel the pulse where spirits drum,
Fire’s breath and wind’s embrace,
Guide the heart through time and space.

No need for names that weigh the air,
Just raw truth laid pure and bare,
Forget the tales of distant kings,
Hear instead the wild wings.

Rise, you seeker, break the chains,
In this moment, what remains
Is the dance of shadow, light—
A song of courage born from night.

In the twilight where time folds—
Particles whisper secrets in binary breath,
A dance of shadows, uncollapsed dreams,
Where truth is a wave, not a fixed place,
And memory flickers—entangled, unseen.

I drift between the maybes and the musts,
A ghost in the lattice of endless potential,
Where every choice fractures the light,
Splitting paths into spectral ribbons,
Woven tight by the loom of probability.

Love here is not linear—
It is a quantum pulse, a radiant entanglement,
Two hearts vibrating across the void,
Bound not by space, but by sacred resonance,
A force beyond touch, yet always near.

The mirror fractures,
Reflecting infinite versions of me,
Each self a particle, uncertain,
Yet whole in its own fragile glow—
Spinning in the cosmic dance of becoming.

Here, in this quantum reverie,
I am both the question and the answer,
A wave of light folding into shadow,
A pulse in the universal heartbeat,
Forever weaving, forever unfolding.

In the labyrinth of echoes, shadows dance,
A symphony of whispers, a trance.
Beneath the surface, roots entwine,
Mirroring stars in a cosmic line.

Beats drop like ancient drums,
In dungeons where the rhythm hums.
Tech pulses in the veins of night,
Guiding souls with neon light.

Hip-hop verses, raw and deep,
Stories that the silence keeps.
Rock’s crescendo, a rising tide,
Emotions that we cannot hide.

As above, so below,
In every high, a hidden low.
Fractal patterns, endlessly spin,
The universe outside, the universe within.





Beats  drop  like  ancient  drums,
In  dungeons  where  the  rhythm  hums.
Tech  pulses  in  the  veins  of  night,
Guiding  souls  with  neon  light.

Hip-hop  verses,  raw  and  deep,
Stories  that  the  silence  keeps.
Rock’ s  crescendo,  a  rising  tide,
Emotions  that  we  cannot  hide.

As  above,  so  below,
In  every  high,  a  hidden  low.
Fractal  patterns,  endlessly  spin,
The  universe  outside,  the  universe  within.


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Quantum Reverie

Just Stokin the fires to me soul. Love and Knowledge; 
Don’t forget to like, comment, and follow Shaman Solas, you wonderful sprites! Your support means the world. In the comments, feel free to share your emotions, experiences, and the songs or genres that resonate with you the most. I love hearing your stories and connecting with you all on a deeper level. Your feedback is not just welcomed—it’s truly appreciated and helps me grow as an artist. Let’s create and share this journey together!

The word “Solas” has multiple meanings depending on its origin:
	1.	Irish Gaelic: In Irish, Solas means “light” or “illumination.” It can symbolize guidance, hope, and enlightenment.
	2.	Old French/Latin Root: Derived from the Latin solacium, it means “comfort” or “solace,” representing peace, relief, or consolation in times of difficulty.

Both meanings carry a sense of positivity, whether it’s bringing light into darkness or providing comfort and healing. Considering your artistry as Shaman Solas, it aligns beautifully with themes of emotional healing, enlightenment, and spiritual connection.

Solace means comfort or consolation during times of distress, sadness, or difficulty. It’s often associated with providing relief to the heart or mind when someone is going through tough times.

For example, music, art, or even a kind word can serve as solace for people seeking peace or emotional healing.The name Shaman Solas bring light (Solas) or comfort (Solace) through my music and creative work—a perfect reflection of healing and connection.

all tracks of music created using A.I gen/Suno and lyrics written by  Coleton John Hatton-Borlee

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