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Outspoken Relief
03:06
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Outspoken relief
In the hallowed silence of a tear-stained night, Outspoken relief, a bittersweet light.
Words like anchors sinking into grief,
A pained release, a sadder relief.
Outspoken relief, a mournful tide,
A cascade of confessions, where sorrows hide.
In the symphony of disclosure, a melancholic motif, A heart entangled in the sadder relief.
Whispers carry echoes of a broken vow, Outspoken relief, a melancholy bow. Voices rising with a somber plea,
A soul laid bare in a forlorn decree.
As the echoes linger in the desolate night, Outspoken relief, a haunting insight.
In the aftermath, where shadows weave, A soul lingers in the grasp of sadder relief.
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Returnal Reverie
03:03
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Returnal Reverie
In the cosmic dance of stars, I wander alone,
A lone voyager, in the vast unknown.
Returnal echoes, in the void of time,
A celestial rhythm, a haunting chime.
Planets collide in the astral ballet,
Returnal whispers, leading my way.
Through cycles of dawn, and shadows of night,
I'm trapped in a loop, chasing the light.
Eternal returns, in a cosmic embrace,
Lost in the void, seeking a trace.
Time slips away, like grains of sand,
In the cosmic game, where I'll withstand.
Through celestial echoes, I find my refrain,
Returnal cycles, a never-ending chain.
In the cosmic reverie, I'll break the spell,
A solo voyage, where only time can tell.
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Pensive Night
03:16
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Pensive Night
City night, bathed in pensive hues,
A contemplative aura, a tranquil muse.
Streetlights whispering in the midnight air,
A cityscape painted with thoughtful care.
Pensive city night, a reflective space,
A silent dialogue in the urban grace.
Skyscrapers standing tall, a city's pride,
In the quietude where introspection resides.
I’ll be waiting for you Introspection
Alleyways draped in a subtle gloom,
Pensive city night, like a quiet room.
Reflective windows mirroring the moon,
A metropolis in a thoughtful swoon.
The city's heartbeat, a rhythmic sigh,
Pensive echoes beneath the sky.
In the stillness of the urban sprawl,
A pensive city night, a tranquil call.
Pensive city night, a reflective space,
A silent dialogue in the urban grace.
Skyscrapers standing tall, a city's pride,
In the quietude where introspection resides.
(Outro)
As the night deepens, thoughts take flight, Pensive city night, a haven for insight.
In the tapestry of quiet, where dreams ignite, A city night pensive, embracing the night.
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Regretful
04:02
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Regretful
In the silence of the midnight hour,
A regretful soul, a wilting flower.
Decisions made, a path now unclear,
Trapped in the web of yesteryear.
Regret, the bitter taste of yesterday,
A haunting specter that won't fade away.
Lost in the echoes of a sorry refrain,
A regretful heart, drowning in the pain.
Faded dreams like distant stars,
A regretful journey, scars upon scars.
Memories etched in the fabric of time,
A remorseful soul, seeking to climb.
Regret, the shadow that looms large,
A ghostly dance, a heavy barge.
Yet within the darkness, a flicker of light,
A chance to mend, to make things right.
Regret, the bitter taste of yesterday,
A haunting specter that won't fade away.
Lost in the echoes of a sorry refrain,
A regretful heart, drowning in the pain.
As the moon weeps in the regretful night,
Hope whispers, seeking a renewed flight.
In the dance of redemption, a fresh start,
A regretful soul mends its wounded heart.
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5. |
Discovering You
04:48
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Discovering You
In the attic of my thoughts, dusty and dim,
I find the relics of who I've been.
Through the corridors of introspection, I roam,
Discovering a self that's begun to bloom.
Unveiling the layers, a metamorphosis unfolds,
A voyage within, where authenticity holds.
In the silence of self, a melody starts,
A harmonious discovery of my own heart.
Footprints on the pages of my history,
I navigate the chapters of mystery.
The mirror reflects a journey unknown,
As I embrace the seeds of self I've sown.
In the tapestry of emotions, colors blend,
Discovering a self, an intimate friend.
Embracing quirks, the unique design,
A self-discovery that's truly mine.
Unveiling the layers, a metamorphosis unfolds,
A voyage within, where authenticity holds.
In the silence of self, a melody starts,
A harmonious discovery of my own heart.
Through the canvas of self, I gently glide,
A self-discovery, a changing tide.
In the echoes of growth, a work of art,
I find solace in the discovery of my own heart.
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Corridors of Blank Memories
Through corridors of blank memories, a silent space,
Empty frames, no reflections to embrace.
Walls untouched by laughter or tears,
A void within, where the past disappears.
Corridors of blank memories, where shadows fade,
Footsteps unheard, in a vacant parade.
In the gallery of forgetfulness, where echoes cease,
A soul wanders through the corridors of peace.
Doors closed tight, no tales to unfold,
A narrative erased, a story untold.
Faded photographs, faces lost in mist,
A journey through the void, where memories resist.
Through the emptiness, a silent breeze,
Corridors of blank memories, a tranquil ease.
In the quiet moments, where silence thrives,
A peaceful pilgrimage through the corridors of lives.
Corridors of blank memories, where shadows fade,
Footsteps unheard, in a vacant parade.
In the gallery of forgetfulness, where echoes cease,
A soul wanders through the corridors of peace.
As the corridors stretch, through the calm within,
Memories erased, a fresh start to begin.
In the canvas of time, where blankness weaves,
Corridors of blank memories, where the heart retrieves.
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Doomed Loops
04:00
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Doomed loops
In the maze of time, a relentless spin,
Doomed loops, where cycles begin.
Choices repeat, like echoes in the dark,
A tragic dance, a perpetual spark.
Doomed loops, a tangled thread,
Endless circles where hopes have bled.
In the tapestry of fate, a haunting groove,
A symphony of echoes in a doomed loop.
Footprints retraced in the sands of despair,
Doomed loops, caught in the snare.
Promises broken, like shattered glass,
A recurring nightmare, a tragic pass.
Time's hands grip, an unyielding chain,
Doomed loops, where shadows remain.
In the corridors of fate, a relentless stoop,
A soul ensnared in a cycle's loop.
Doomed loops, a tangled thread,
Endless circles where hopes have bled.
In the tapestry of fate, a haunting groove,
A symphony of echoes in a doomed loop.
As the cycle persists, a spiral descends,
Doomed loops, where the story amends.
In the dance of repetition, a silent coup,
A soul entangled in a doomed loop.
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8. |
Worst Nightmare
03:53
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Worst Nightmare
In the depths of despair, a haunting scene,
A sadder nightmare, where pain convenes.
Silent screams in the corridors of the mind,
A desolate landscape, no solace to find.
A sadder nightmare, tears that won't dry,
Emotions unravel, a mournful sky.
In the gallery of sorrows, where shadows stream,
A somber encore, the sadder nightmare's theme.
Drowning in oceans of heart-wrenching grief,
A chilling silence, offering no relief.
Phantoms of sorrow, an endless parade,
A sadder nightmare, where hopes fade.
The echoes of despair, a relentless tide,
A dreamscape where sadness resides.
In the echoes of tears, a silent scream,
A deeper descent into the sadder nightmare's dream.
A sadder nightmare, tears that won't dry,
Emotions unravel, a mournful sky.
In the gallery of sorrows, where shadows stream,
A somber encore, the sadder nightmare's theme.
Yet within the shadows, a glimmer may gleam,
A chance to awaken from the sadder nightmare's dream.
In the echoes of pain, a resilient theme,
A journey through sorrow, seeking a sunbeam.
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Atonement
03:45
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Atonement
In the labyrinth of mistakes, where shadows roam,
A soul seeks atonement, a journey unknown.
Paths crossed and bridges burned,
A tale of redemption yet to be earned.
Impossible atonement, like chasing the wind,
A futile remorse begins.
Echoes of forgiveness, distant and cold,
A redemption story yet untold.
Haunted by the ghosts of deeds undone,
Atonement's race, yet never won.
In the garden of remorse, thorns entwine,
A quest for absolution, a mountain to climb.
The past, a canvas stained and scarred,
A quest for forgiveness, it seems so hard.
Yet the heart yearns for a chance to mend,
Atonement's journey with no clear end.
Impossible atonement, like chasing the wind,
A futile dance where remorse begins.
Echoes of forgiveness, distant and cold,
A redemption story yet untold.
In the twilight of repentance, a flicker of hope,
Yet the mountain stands steep, a slippery slope.
Impossible atonement, a cosmic art,
A yearning for grace, a healing heart.
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Absentee
04:01
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Absentee
In shadows, you linger, a ghost of disregard,
Heart like stone, emotions left charred.
Neglectful whispers, a silent refrain,
Leaving love's garden to wither in pain.
You're the absentee architect, tearing down what's built,
Leaving hearts in ruins, wilted flowers, guilt.
A symphony of neglect, a cold, callous art,
Shattered dreams and a broken heart.
I can never live without you
Promises like smoke, fading into the air,
You play the puppeteer, pulling strings with no care.
In your absence, love turns to dust,
A trail of neglect, a heart left to rust.
Echoes of silence in the spaces you've left,
Invisible wounds, the aftermath of theft.
Your negligence, a hurricane's cruel twist,
Leaving behind a landscape desolate and missed.
You're the absentee architect, tearing down what's built, Leaving hearts in ruins, wilted flowers, guilt.
A symphony of neglect, a cold, callous art,
Shattered dreams and a broken heart.
As the curtain falls on this tale of neglect,
Scars remain, a bitter, haunting effect.
In the ruins you've created, love tries to restart, But the echoes linger, of a once-neglected heart.
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Dying Dream
02:16
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Dying Dream
In the hushed corridors of a fading reverie,
A dying dream whispers its elegy.
Once a beacon of promise, now a dimming light,
A melancholy tale in the waning night.
A dying dream, it’s my desire,
Embers fading, consumed by the fire.
It’s the ambitions, a tear-streaked scene,
I mourn the passing of this sadder dream.
Silent echoes of what might have been,
A requiem for dreams, a sorrowful sheen.
Aspiration's embers, now cold and gray,
A poignant melody in the disarray.
The canvas of possibilities, torn and torn,
A symphony of lament, where dreams are worn.
In the realm of silence, where shadows scream,
I mourn the death of this sadder dream.
A dying dream, it’s my desire,
Embers fading, consumed by the fire.
It’s the ambitions, a tear-streaked scene,
I mourn the passing of this sadder dream.
Yet from the echoes, a resilience may rise,
A seed of hope beneath sorrowful skies.
In the dirge of dreams, a bittersweet gleam,
A chance for renewal, beyond this sadder dream.
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12. |
Neglectful
03:52
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Neglectful
You disappeared like shadows in the night,
Left me standing in the remnants of our light.
Words unspoken, promises unsaid,
A symphony of silence, echoing in my head.
You're the architect of absence, a master of neglect,
Leaving behind a void, emotions unchecked.
In the ruins of what we used to be,
I'm left alone with the ghost of you and me.
Your love was a wildfire, now ashes remain,
Ignored emotions, a relentless rain.
In the gallery of neglect, portraits hang,
A masterpiece of heartbreak, echoing the pang.
Clocks ticking, time slipping away,
Yet your indifference seems here to stay.
Walls built with neglect, higher and higher,
Leaving me lost in this emotional mire.
You're the architect of absence, a master of neglect,
Leaving behind a void, emotions unchecked.
In the ruins of what we used to be,
I'm left alone with the ghost of you and me.
As I navigate through the debris you've strewn,
A silent scream, a melancholy tune.
In the aftermath, where love once played its part,
I'm left with the echoes of a neglectful heart.
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I seize the day
In the city's maze, I found my way,
Shedding memories, I seize the day.
Beneath the neon lights, I roam free,
No chains of the past, just endless possibilities.
Letting go, leaving it all behind,
In the urban sprawl, a new life I find.
No looking back, no more sorrow,
Embracing today, I'll face tomorrow.
Through bustling streets, I tread alone,
Echoes of yesterday, now overgrown.
Each step forward, a journey untold,
In the city's heartbeat, my story unfolds.
Letting go, leaving it all behind,
In the urban sprawl, a new life I find.
No looking back, no more sorrow,
Embracing today, I'll face tomorrow.
Amongst the skyscrapers, I rise high,
Liberated soul, touching the sky.
No more chains, no memories to borrow,
In the city's rhythm, I'll dance tomorrow.
Letting go, leaving it all behind,
In the urban sprawl, a new life I find.
No looking back, no more sorrow,
Embracing today, I'll face tomorrow.
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The Huge |Plomitallo| Italy
Gianluca Plomitallo (The Huge) is a song writer. He started playing and writing songs at the age of 8 after a beautiful childhood he enjoyed in the south of Italy. In a few years, he has developed a very personal style, always rethinking the artistic approach to his work. He loves taking photographs and shooting videos, as he considers these closely related to his former passion, drawing. ... more
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