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bef2b1c7fff88576c010c60ce9a1a48b3256479363782cc55e2e3e25099f94a7

Prompt:

Indie-psych trip-hop with a hypnotic groove—lo-fi dub drums, pulsing bass, swirling Mellotron and Rhodes, reversed guitar, and layered synth loops inspired by Blood Like Lemonade (Morcheeba), Strawberry Fields Forever (Beatles), Loud Pipes (Ratatat), and Let It Happen (Tame Impala). Vocals are breathy, urgent, and raw, channeling Alanis Morissette’s fierce honesty. Lyrics tell a story of owning greed and receiving cosmic absolution: I soared too high, took what I wanted and more / Sore from my sins but the universe swore / To forgive every lie, every deal I made / Sorcery sold but my soul never stayed / I own my dark fire, no remorse to enforce / Burn the sore spark — I am my own source.

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Description:

The image features a woman with long, dark hair, wearing a necklace, and looking upward. She appears to be the focal point of the scene, with a sense of introspection and a hint of a psychedelic vibe. The background is filled with a variety of pink and purple stars, creating a dreamy and ethereal atmosphere. The combination of the woman's gaze and the celestial backdrop evokes a sense of wonder and contemplation, as if she is lost in thought or experiencing a profound moment of self-discovery.

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Lyrics:

Title: Burn the Sore Spark
Tags: Indie-Psych, Trip-Hop, Lo-Fi, Dub, Hypnotic Groove, Psychedelic Rock

I soared too high, took what I wanted and more, 
Sore from my sins but the universe swore, 
To forgive every lie, every deal I made, 
Sorcery sold but my soul never stayed. 

I own my dark fire, no remorse to enforce, 
Burn the sore spark — I am my own source. 

Pulses like a drum, shadows in the air, 
Reversed guitar hums, secrets everywhere, 
The stars they whispered, 'Come dance in the flame,' 
Chasing every echo, forgetting my name. 

The moon's a witness, the night’s on my side, 
I took what I wanted, no place left to hide. 
\I stand tall with my sins in tow, 
Let the world watch as my darkness grows. 

I own my dark fire, no remorse to enforce, 
Burn the sore spark — I am my own source. 

Cosmic absolution, in the quiet I fall, 
From heights too far, now I hear the call. 
Take the guilt, take the weight, 
The universe says, 'It’s never too late.' 

I own my dark fire, no remorse to enforce, 
Burn the sore spark — I am my own source.